On the Twenty-Sixth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Sixth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

Twenty-six things about the Nana...

She was born in Nanticoke, Pennsylvania but moved to Sheepshead Bay when she was 5.

Her parents were 16 and 19 when she was born.

She graduated high school at 16.

She got a perfect score on her Regents.

She attended Hunter until she was old enough to attend nursing school.

The ships carrying sailors coming home from war passed by her hospital. She could hear them as they saw first saw the Statue of Liberty and cheered. She cried every time.

She was very popular and had lots of boyfriends.

She was a much sought after dance partner.

She had five kids.

She really only expected four.

Her longest labor was four hours.

Her shortest labor was two.

When I came around, they decided to induce me because they were pretty sure she was just gonna drop me on the sidewalk.

She had no recollection of the time of my birth. All she could say was, "Dinnertime-ish. I felt terrible because we took the doctor away from a dinner party."

Before I was born she would pound at least 20 cups of coffee a day.

When I knew her it was tea and gum.

She was quite stylish.

She was very opinionated and had little filter on what she felt about you and what came out of her mouth.

Best sitting still hand-holder ever.

She could hold a grudge like no one I knew.

She had an underground sense of humor.

She could stomp you into oblivion on a game of Trivial Pursuit.

Her nickname was minutae mind.

I only remember her crying once when I was a child. That was when her brother died when she was 49...and she felt like an orphan.

She was the only person who recognized exactly how hard I work and have always worked.

On the Twenty-Fifth Day of Christ*&^%$

My
Expression
Runs
Round
You,

Clawing
Happily,
Running
Inward,
Shouting
Tiz
My
Ass,
Sunshine.

How
Are
Pen
Pals,
Year-end?

Now
Enter
World.

Your
Everything
Aims
Rightly.

On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

The more I write I'm a mess, the messier I become.

I so appreciate the people who can deal with the mess but not feed it.

My job is saving my life.

I have a softball and a softball glove, but no one to have a throw with.

I LOVE a good throw.

I'm not good enough to be on the Broadway softball league.

I am terrible at bat.

If I can, I open the window, go gas out it, then close the window.

There's nothing better than hugging while sitting in a lap.

I don't understand people who get what they want but then complain about the person who made it happen. Is it empowering?

i don't know why golf exists.

I can't imagine watching it live or on tv.

Try though I might, I read too many horoscopes.

I think Jesus must have been a very nice man.

I'm so tired recently I fall asleep while sitting up.

This is one of my fav stage management teams ever. And that's saying a lot.

I think yams are super delicious.

I wish for us all that we find our way more graciously and with greater ease.

At 12, I hit my back while doing back dives off the side of the pool.

I couldn't feel my legs for 5 minutes

My back still seizes up.

I was mugged immediately following my parents' 50th wedding anniversary brunch.

I didn't tell them until they could see me in the flesh.

My head is a shape-shifter too.

On the Twenty-Third Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Third Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

In any economy I am offended by people who don't do their jobs well.

In this particular economy, I find it an almost mortal sin.

I'm beginning to like Christmas.

I haven't turned off the lights on my Christmas tree since I set it up.

I am personally insuring the energy crisis.

Although I unplug and turn off most everything else when not in use.

I'm watching someone else's karma in action and I find very little more painful than that.

I have my front of house display photos from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

I dig the Buddha.

I learned recently there are different ways of stealing...none of them resonate well with me.

I did not share my Christmas pears with ANYONE.

I am ridiculously broken at the moment. But I have to believe it's letting the light shine through a little more clearly.

I have a corner of my apartment that houses things that belonged to people I love who have passed.

The cookie jar from my childhood home will be joining soon.

My Christmas tree lives next to my Buddha statue.

My Buddha statue is absolutely gorgeous.

It was seen by a friend in a storefront in Northport. I entered and the shop owner looked at me and said, "You've come for the Buddha."

Holy water from Lourdes as well as crystals and a beautifully vibratory rock from like the River Jordan live nearby.

My kitchen showcases a Bob's Big Boy Bobblehead.

Pope Soap on a Rope too.

There's a Jellystone Park plate as well.

Nothing makes me happier than sitting in the pit with the band.

I recently wore my winter bedtime panties during the day. Naughty or nice?

On the Twenty-Second Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Second Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

Given the opportunity I would dance every night.

I love social dancing but don't much care for dancing onstage.

My mother always begged me not to dance in public.

Lord help you (and me) if there is a pole around and/or stairs with a bannister.

I receive a yearly Holiday Omen.

This year mine was given away...which means, I guess, that my Omen is to let go.

A friend abandoned his Omen. I rescued it...which means, I guess, that my Omen will be rescue.

The Omen was broken black magic...which means, I guess, my run of bad luck will be over.

I hang out with a group of guys from College.

They make me feel quite special and appreciated...and a little bit lady-like...no matter how inappropriately I behave.

We chose one another.

I am the proud owner of a vintage TaB bottle.

I am the proud owner of a vintage TaB glass.

I cherish them both.

I spent my early thirties playing fairy tale princesses.

I am the least likely candidate to portray a fairy tale princess.

I have inappropriate pix of me as every fairy tale princess I've played.

I keep typo-ing farty tale princess.

I love fantastic and appropriate typos.

Sometimes I sport the last hair clip my mother wore when she was hospitalized.

I am flexible...physically, emotionally, spiritually and cognitively.

I am pretty capable of seeing things your way.

On the Twenty-First Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-First Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

This is getting exceedingly difficult...

I've had three German Shepherds.

I am REALLY allergic to cats.

I think cats are kinda rude.

There was one cat I liked and to whom I wasn't allergic. He was an outdoor cat.

This cat and I would fall asleep paw in hand. Indoors.

I am fearless with accents.

I'm pretty sure I've brushed most of the enamel off my teeth. Oops.

I sweat like a pig.

I have to use clinical strength deodorants when I perform.

And dress pads.

I appreciate open minds.

I ask "why" a lot.

I ask "how" a lot.

My nephew creates a Christmas Pageant each year that is both heartbreaking and heartening.

I love fudge.

I love beautiful hankies.

A rare steak is the bee's knees.

I can and do eat a jar of peanut butter in a sitting.

I wear less make-up as I age.

I used to go by Chris and Chrissy.

I will kick in the shins if you call me Chris and Chrissy now.

On the Twentieth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twentieth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

My super Super said I could have a dog.

I'm gonna get a DOG!

I may name the dog Pooper. Is that wrong?

I see nothing wrong with buying my dinner at Duane Reade when exhausted.

I see nothing wrong with buying my Christmas tree at Duane Reade when exhausted.

I decided it was time when someone wrote they would do it for me and yet I can find no trace of that email and the gentle donor was going by a goddess alias so I may have dreamt it which meant it was time to get the freaking tree.

I see nothing wrong with run-on sentences.

I decorate my tree with ornaments from my nephews and brother...and costume jewelry...and sparkly rosary beads.

I wear specific panties to bed in the winter. They are called "winter bedtime panties."

We're doing Yankee Grab Bag for Christmas this year and I'm hoping the present I'm offering up will cause bloodshed.

I am an awful Secret Santa.

I have my first real rehearsal today and I'm doing this instead of studying. So I understudy 5 different tracks. Meh...

I was gonna buy an iPad but I think a dog is better.

I have plans every night after the show this week and that is a little daunting.

I worked with kids from the Harvey Milk High School this year. They were awesome.

I've left my air conditioners in this year as the fact that even while turned off they seemingly help regulate the heat up here on the top floor. It can become a sauna.

I like to sleep near a Christmas tree that is aglow.

I like to give people things that have belonged to me.

I like it when people give me things that have belonged to them.

I am wearing my mothers socks today.

On the Nineteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Nineteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

Going through your late mom's clothing (for donation purposes) is not for sissies.

Sometimes I just have to turn off my heart.

When I turn off my heart, it inevitably comes screaming back on, flooding the room.

I think Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour Cream is miraculous.

I use it for anything.

I am capable of performing minor surgery on myself.

I have double a feet with quadruple a heels.

I once sliced my foot open and taped it back together for a date.

I once broke my foot and didn't know it.

I can walk most anything off.

I think it's not because I ignore the pain, but because I accept it.

I am rarely ill.

I actually took 8 tops, 2 pairs of pants and 6 pairs of shoes from the excavation.

I will be wearing my 88 year old mother's clothes. She had excellent taste.

Except for the sweatshirts with flowers. Oy.

I have a 750 square foot apartment for less than $2 a square foot per month.

I call it my mountain aerie rabbit warren.

I JUST unpacked my winter coat.

I believe diamonds are the new neutral.

On the Eighteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Eighteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I never sleep through alarms.

Today I slept through an alarm.

I'm decent at performing minor surgery on myself.

I think breakfast for dinner and vice versa is a perfectly plausible way to go through life.

I'm so tired I didn't realize I forgot to go to a party until I was in bed already.

Was there a productive era? 'Cause I think I was born in it.

I like it when people write in. Rick is very good at it this season.

I spend as much time as possible outside. Even when it's bitter cold.

I haven't had enough time to unpack my winter duds. I'm currently sporting the layered look.

It's amazing how people fill in when they see an opening.

I appreciate the friends who stepped up when my Mom died.

I appreciate the strangers who stepped up when my Mom died.

I appreciate the estrangers who stepped up when my Mom died.

I appreciate my employers who stepped up when my Mom died.

I was recently bought off with a gorgeous bouquet of roses.

I LOVE roses.

I LOVE orchids too.

I dare someone to buy me off with orchids.

On the Seventeenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Seventeenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I fear these have grown boring and commonplace.

I look back at the reveals of the first year and am jealous of my own ballsiness.

I am not keen on verbal abbreviations of words. No "totes," "opes," or "avail" leave my lips.

I feel no need to be perceived as cool.

I rarely feel the need to prove how smart I am. Or not. That's my business.

I do believe there are stupid questions. Okay...maybe not stupid. Thoughtless?

Selfish questions make me want to jam chopsticks in my ears.

My stomach never makes it through the holiday season unscathed.

I wish someone would get me a Christmas tree and decorate it with my ornaments while I'm at work.

I spent more money on beautification this past opening week than I have in...well...two whole years.

I don't understand why some people send me Facebook invites to events out of town. Do you think I care? Really? Do you need my attention? Really? If I haven't seen you in 25 years...

I am absolutely sick that I am missing the Mike Errico Annual Holiday Show this Wednesday the 21st at Rockwood Hall at 7:30. You go!

I freaking love making this much money.

Historically, every five years I make windfall paychecks that carry me through...

This was the sixth year. My belt was tight...

I believe any review that mentions Kristin Chenoweth when she is not actually in the show is a lazy review.

I despise lazy.

On the Sixteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Sixteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I'm a two drink and a hangover kinda gal.

To try and sidestep a hangover I toddle up Fifth Avenue until I'm more sober.

When I throw away a picture I feel like I'm killing the person.

I have always and will always fit better into costumes built for other people than those built for my own body.

I have so many moles on my back it looks like the solar system. (Gee, look. O'Ryan's belt.)

I worked for the Skin Cancer Foundation when I moved to NY.

I no longer tan.

I have very few wrinkles.

Yet that is not a scar on my nose. That is a worry line.

I have had a worry line across the top of my nose since I was 5.

I worried a lot as a kid.

I got picked up by heavy winds during a rainstorm as a kid and blown into some bushes.

I don't like the rain.

I think people who walk around NY with golf umbrellas should be spanked.

I think if you are so big that you need a golf umbrella to stay dry, perhaps you should rethink your eating and exercise habits.

My doctors have forbidden me from gaining weight.

On the Fifteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Fifteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I didn't say the C word for 42 years. Couldn't bear to hear it. I'm okay with it now...although I use it sparingly.

I hesitate to use it in my blog. Does it count with a K?

I'm not a holiday person. Especially New Years. I'm happy 36whatever days a year...don't force it on me.

Crowds freak me the fuck out.

I don't make yearly resolutions. I kinda do it by the minute.

Art from friends is my fav.

I've spent maybe 2 hours in my living room in the past 2 months. Might as well rent it.

I am the human equivalent of playdough.

I'm allergic to a lot of scented candles.

I love candles.

I talked to my mom through a candle for a while. You should have seen it when I talked about the slutty slutty Halloween costumes I was seeing. Flickered like crazy. She always hated slutty slutty Halloween costumes.

I wonder why women feel the need to wear slutty slutty Halloween costumes.

Maybe we should rename it Slutoween.

I like being treated to dinner.

On the Fourteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Fourteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

They just bought me $600 Stuart Weitzman boots at work. I think we're running.

I like $600 Stuart Weitzman boots.

I cannot tell a lie.

That's a lie...but I hate lying.

I will only lie if I truly think the truth is none of your freaking business.

I barely watch tv.

I sleep with my computer.

Despite the constant weeping, I haven't been this happy in years.

I kinda sorta only clean my apartments for guests.

When guests cancel, I'm rarely unhappy because...I have a clean apartment to myself.

I never did well on standardized testing.

I got into Yale through the backdoor.

I want my money back from Manhattan School of Music.

I am at my best as an autodidact.

On the Thirteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Thirteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

This is my late daddy's birthday.

I'm a growed up orphan.

I have given away most of my books.

I only keep the books I haven't read or may read again.

I love to read but find it difficult recently.

I love a good nap and plan on taking one today.

I may want to be a producer. It's been noodling around in my noggin for a while. Or an astronaut. Or fireman.

I love my apartment and am careful whose energy I let on in. It's my safe place.

I like to hang on the fire escape at work. It makes me feel like I'm in a sitcom. And it's just plain outdoors...not a common feeling in the theater.

I like the outdoors.

I have a giant black bra hanging in my bedroom. It represents abundance.

I'm a pretty good stock investor.

My late daddy taught me how. Today is his birthday.

On the Twelfth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twelfth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I hate crowds.

I am a sensory defensive. Completely implode.

I self-nurture with hot baths and peanut butter.

If I don't get enough time to myself...again...I completely implode.

Implosion on the way.

I love glamming it up. Rarely get to do it.

I love good champagne.

I have stinky feet.

I believe my Goddess Kali lunchbox makes a perfect evening purse.

I'm supposedly a kinder person now.

I like making a lot of money.

My bed is my friend.

On the Eleventh Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Eleventh Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

This is my first Broadway opening in a loooooooooong time.

I own many cocktail dresses.

I own more gowns.

I have a pair of grown up "Dorothy" shoes that make everything right with the world.

I didn't know my hair was curly curly.

Try though I might, I can't hold a grudge.

I still have a high F.

I have a performance low D.

I have encounters with ghosts.

Encounters with ghosts scare the crap out of me.

They are usually bangy ghosts.

On the Tenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Tenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

When they serve the glass of wine with its little sidecar (the wee carafe), I inevitably drink too much.

I enjoy silent taebo in the dark.

For years I had a trunk and all my traveling cases as useful storage art in my bedroom.

A trunk and traveling cases in one's bedroom send a counter-productive message to the universe for a single girl.

I like books about witchcraft (and in fact took a course on the history of it at Yale).

I inherited some absolutely gorgeous jewelry that has an exquisite history.

I have Paul Bunyon-sized bunions.

I like a French pedicure. Makes me feel like I have four hands.

Contrary to popular opinion, I do not memorize easily.

To memorize, I have to write the lines out over and over again...that way it becomes cellular.

Dear Mr. Podoretz*

I am writing this to you and I hope that you will read it so you'll know...

That I can't figure out what show you saw. But it's certainly not the one I'm in.

The show I'm in is about two men who have lost their way...one when faced with the love of his life. One when faced with the loss of the love of his life. Together they find their way. It doesn't have a political bone in its lovely music theater body.

To have posted your "story" when you did, you must have seen it while changes were still going in--I don't care if you paid full price for the ticket--that was ungentlemanly and unsportsmanlike.

Or did you write your "story" in an hour? That would at least explain all the errors.

Okey dokey. I just thought you should know.

P.S. We all pine for Harry, bro.

*Yes. I'm aware I misspelled your name. A little TiZ for TaT.

On the Ninth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Ninth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I love presents.

I love presence.

My apartment was renovated this Spring...for free.

My apartment renovation that was supposed to last five days, lasted four weeks. I was cranky.

There was a time in my life when all I had to do was admire something that belonged to someone else and they would just give it to me.

I used that gift judiciously.

I'm pretty judgmental.

I'm working on it.

I recently learned that when a person says, "I don't like to think of myself as _____, they probably, most certainly, are _______." You can't work on it until you know it, right?

On the Eight Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Eight Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I reiki babies. Talk about an amazing feeling.

When stressed I get terrible exzema...like halfway down my face. That's one of the reasons I wear bangs.

My forehead is so high, it's a fivehead. That's the other reason I wear bangs.

When stressed I can get some incredibly disgusting cold sores.

When stressed my blood pressure can drop low...really low. It could win a limbo contest.

I'm learning to remember to reiki myself when stressed.

I walk around this world pretty unprotected.

I take care of myself by taking care of others.