tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40819372009-10-14T01:22:48.088-07:00Kelly Does L.A.A description of my adventures, insights and mishaps while in Liminal AmplitudeKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-90913619609831231062009-02-07T11:04:00.000-08:002009-02-07T11:28:42.966-08:00My Big Chance with TerryI've had an extensive professional crush on NPR's golden child and creator of "Fresh Air", Terry Gross, for quite a while. Due to a touch of good karma, sharing a studio space and synchronized bathroom schedules, I had found myself face to face (or side by side at the sink) with her multiple times.Our encounters were less than forgettable...for her. For me they became Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-90747200190373835992007-03-09T09:06:00.000-08:002008-12-11T02:47:23.109-08:00 I'm AmazingI amaze myself with how amazing I continually get. I don't just stay at one level of amazing, but I burst through new layers of amazing every day. Like moving into my friend's attic. That's pretty amazing. I mean, how many people get to do that? I'm also going to be appearing on a cable talk show soon. I think it will air on channel 1249. Not many people even have that many channels. Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-44542560715121252362008-07-30T07:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:47:22.929-08:00My mom freaked out about rip tides yesterday. We live in Ohio. Rip tides can take anyone though. You're swimming or wading in the water or even just looking at a picture of Cape Cod and next thing you know you're being swept out to sea. I give my mom credit because when something concerns her she proactively works to fight that fear. Mom spoke with a guy at the grocery store who instructed her toKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1155662757247891002006-08-15T10:24:00.000-07:002006-08-15T10:27:12.016-07:00Velco was invented in Lexington, Nebraska, a little town that has a Motel 8, a beef slaughtering house and since the 1950's, a velcro museum. Understandably. I know this because I was once broken down in Lexington, Nebraska. By "broken down" I mean my car broke down, but this breaking down lead to my own personal break down based on the fact that I was helplessly stuck in a town with only a MotelKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1141504485714001412006-03-04T11:45:00.000-08:002006-03-04T12:34:45.723-08:00 Today on Animal Planet Observe the Upper Classius Socialitis. Notice their movements as they go about their daily tasks. Observe their apparent disregard for one another. This species thrives mostly on an individual basis, pausing only for casual greeting and the occasional mating. The Males and Females of the Upper Classius Socialitis species rarely tend to their own young. There are surrogate Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1140388136299254542006-02-19T14:10:00.000-08:002006-02-19T14:35:27.660-08:00Argyle Socks with High HealsMy show at the Montgomery Theater opened this weekend and it was described as "So funny", "Delightful", and "Smart" by my roomate Becca, an expert in giving great compliments. She also said that I have nice calves. I don't own cows so I'm assuming she means my legs.There's a scene in The Quiet Man with John Wayne where he drags his stubborn wife (played by Maureen Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1139681109933419632006-02-11T09:50:00.000-08:002006-02-11T10:26:09.190-08:00DramedyI've recently joined an improv tragedy group. "What is improv tragedy?" you may ask. I suppose it's not so different from improv comedy. It's hard to tell the difference between tragedy and comedy sometimes anyway.Aunt Doris stood there in Aunt Connie's bedroom a few years ago. Her trip from Indiana went well. No real complications. We chatted lightly as I tried to avert my eyes away from Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1137444101761730662006-01-16T12:41:00.000-08:002006-01-16T12:41:41.770-08:00ZuZu's PetalsWe sat crammed around the phone straining to hear every little sad, exciting and emotional detail of his sandy life. My brother Ryan...Known to us as the laid-back king of hilarity and friendship...Known to them as Sgt. Vrooman.I've moved. I live 9 hours away from the home I still refer to and probably always will refer to as "home". Every time I relocate I face the option of Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1136528210961409802006-01-05T22:14:00.000-08:002006-01-05T22:16:50.963-08:00A ROAD TRIP WITH MY NEW SISTERThe trees drifting by can sense the love growSing Over the Rhine and we start to knowSimilarities riseA common theme in our eyesLost brother and love our hearts showWe ponder the sagacity in that vague sceneWhich ripens a play so unavailingSand and HarpoonReach to capture the moonI have hope that he knows what I meanGirl Interrupted, I Heart HuckabeesConversations Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1132610269635945892005-11-21T13:46:00.000-08:002005-12-06T07:07:22.630-08:00Response and Irresponsibility A new novel by Jane AustenI would consider myself a moderately irresponsible person. I would say moderately responsible person but when giving myself a title I suppose I should include the dominate trait being described and "irresponsible" rests maybe at 51% on my scale of responsibility. My proudest moments, those when I feel the bad sort of "Oh good I'm better Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1133837327651758412005-12-05T18:45:00.000-08:002005-12-05T18:48:47.663-08:00My family came to my show this weekend. I auditioned for Rocky Balboa this weekend. I ate an omlet with my family this weekend. I stood outside for a freezing hour and a half for Rocky Balboa this weekend. Celia said that she had already planned not to support another Rocky movie, but if I'm in it, she's willing to pay upwards of 8.50. If I don't get cast I expect that 8.50 to make it's way Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1130515395511082962005-10-28T08:51:00.000-07:002005-10-28T09:03:15.523-07:00"How are you?" What a strange question, such ambiguous meaning. And it's almost always asked in passing or when there is little to no time for an answer. "Fine," becomes the answer. "Great." "Good." Yet, it's socially unacceptable to shed the pent up tears. "Crappy." So do I become: lying cool kid or honest outcast? Of course I haven't ruled out adressing the question with a totally unrelated Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1129047288928659012005-10-11T08:58:00.000-07:002005-10-11T09:14:48.933-07:00I'm reading a book written in the mind of an autistic boy. Not emotionally being able to understand what makes a day especially good or bad, he has created his own system. 3 red cars in a row = a good day. 4 red cars in a row = a super good day. 5 red cars in a row = a super duper good day. 4 yellow cars in a row = a dark day (No talking to anybody).I suppose I have my own system: 3 Over the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1127767272821924362005-09-26T13:40:00.000-07:002005-09-26T13:41:12.823-07:00"I will hold you up," said Joe."What?" said I. "Just that: I will hold you up."Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1127766561841725802005-09-26T13:12:00.000-07:002005-09-26T13:34:00.963-07:00JAMES AND THE GIANT REACHAccording to my four year old friend, James, I am a "Monster Expert". (Please do not think, however, that this title limits me to the narrow field of monsters. I am also an expert on ghosts and zombies.) The title of "expert" is derived one late-night babysitting jamborie and a rather organized (suprising for me, I know) four-step plan to conquering the fear of said Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1119929786317573592005-06-27T20:32:00.000-07:002005-06-27T20:36:26.320-07:00I want to be a radio star so that I can say all the things I'm thinking and nobody will know who I am because you can't see faces on the radio. And any publicity used would show a decoy face, one that's not mine, so that when I grocery shop people won't say, "look, there's that radio person we hate! Throw a can of baked beans at her head!"Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1119210225974407362005-06-19T12:37:00.000-07:002005-06-19T12:43:45.980-07:00People are always asking me what I do and my initial reaction is to chuckle. "I'm an actor" just seems too cliche and glamorous to describe what I do. But it's like the question "how are you?" Nobody wants to hear the real answers: My head hurts, I lost my job, I have the gout, etc. Similarly my answers about what I do can be potentially stressful for the listener: I drive all the time, I sleep Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1117133298485003472005-05-26T11:43:00.000-07:002005-05-26T11:48:18.490-07:00When did I enter a stage where being at home felt like a vacation... When my travels keep leading me back to the ones who have always been there...When I am actually able to relax and appreciate each moment? When did I start caring about the all details in the lives of friends and finding joy in their happiness without feeling jealous? When did this all happen because I feel different and it Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1116784466746749762005-05-22T10:44:00.000-07:002005-05-22T10:54:26.750-07:00Counting down the days until Ryan leaves for his final army training and deployment. I've been home long enough to enjoy family and friends without feeling the stress of limited time filled with "so what have you been up to's" and "how have you been's". We've been able to be real with eachother and just enjoy the company. Laughter has been a big part of my life since being home. There's Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1108263962540817112005-02-12T18:31:00.000-08:002005-02-12T19:06:02.543-08:00The Power of "Eh"As I sit at my computer counting down the hours until I leave the Arctic Northern, I am compelled to reflect upon the new perspectives, appreciations and languages that Canada has afforded me.In a matter of just a few days I was hired at a restaurant/pub, cast as the romantic lead in Friar Bacon Friar Bungay at the University of Toronto, and joined the cast of Tony and Tina's Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1106070476673545052005-01-18T09:38:00.000-08:002005-01-18T09:47:56.673-08:00A Phone Conversation With My Dad:
-Hey Dad! How was your business trip to Mexico?
-Oh, alright, I was nervous when the guy was 15 minutes late to pick me up from the airport. No one spoke much English and I had no idea how I was going to find him. But eventually I saw a man holding a sign that said my name.
-Oh good.
-I watched 'The Terminator' and the worst part about my trip was that Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1104963155990080102005-01-05T13:50:00.000-08:002005-01-05T14:12:35.990-08:00Today, Jonathan Some-guy-who-works-for-the-Canadian-government (This is his last name), told me that I do not need to get a work permit for temporary acting gigs. A Work Visa is only needed if I enter into an employment agreement with a company, which I am not planning on doing. This is very good news. I didn't really want to be illegal unless absolutely necessary. And even then, it wasn't an Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1103948571563101462004-12-24T19:50:00.000-08:002004-12-24T20:22:51.563-08:00* The following press release is based on actual events in the Vrooman Household: Ohio Cat Gets Revenge--Mansfield Ohio, December, 2004--Kelly Vrooman (22) an actress in PA, received a disturbing phone call from her father, Ron Vrooman (48) of Mansfield. Through the crackling reception Ron devastatingly reported to his daughter, "And...I heard...noise...water...and there she was...Snowy... toiletKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1102455795684804302004-12-07T13:16:00.000-08:002004-12-07T13:43:15.686-08:00I think the hardest part about being an actor is going to be the constant shift in community. As soon as I get to know people, it is likely that I will have to leave them. Right now I have developed relationships with Karen at the coffee shop, Stephanie at the Post Office, James at the YMCA, Krissy at the Library and many others.
On Tuesday My friend Tim Shelton and I went to the Y early in the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081937.post-1098822057257809672004-10-26T13:16:00.000-07:002004-10-26T13:20:57.256-07:00Yes, Pennsylvania is the lost Utopian Society we've all been searching for! Maybe that is not true, but it is suiting me well for now. We've started exploring the dark and sordid works of Edgar Allen Poe for our next production: Poe Evermore. I'm so blessed to be a part of the cast!
My family and Katrina and Jessica Pacula came to visit two weekends ago, and wow, was it great to see them! Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297963648739113549noreply@blogger.com