Jane of All Trades

Since I wrote my last blog entry about how I sometimes feel frustrated with the monotony of my daily routine I figured that I ought to . . . in a sense see the glass half full. And really, when I think about it my life is full of surprises and excitement. And funny enough I got an unexpected phone call today. I was at my Dad's office talking with Emily about her trip to Hawaii when I got a 'private' call. I didn't know if it had to do with the audition callback I have on Thursday so I picked up. Well it wasn't anyone calling for me, but I did end up having an interesting conversation with a single fellow (oh, so many urges to utter immature smart mouth mutterings. . .holding back. . . holding back) named Kelly. The conversation started out odd because I didn't know if I should recognize the voice that was speaking to me and he didn't identify himself until a few minutes had passed and he had admitted to calling the wrong number. There really isn't much to tell other than that he was planning on bringing his mother some Native American flat bread, him calling me a jack of all trades but quickly correcting himself and gearing the term to my gender as a jane of all trades, and making sure he wasn't talking to a married woman (. . .girl). Hah. Well, that about concludes that adventures of today, that of Wednesday.