I’m Back


Oh, blogging – how I’ve missed you! Other than my annual Project 2966 post, I haven’t written a thing since June. JUNE! And I was on a roll then, too. Oh well, I can’t dwell on my failures, can I? Nope – all I can do is start over with all my bitching and ranting and nonsense, I suppose.

I guess I could tell you what I’ve been up to since I last wrote. For starters – June was when things started getting crazy, because I – are you ready for this? – I coached my daughter’s competition cheer squad! IKNOW! Me – a cheer coach! Actually, though, it was a lot of fun – more than I expected, really. But it was definitely time consuming.

Then, even before cheer ended, a new activity (for me, at least) started up. Last year, when the girl was in a musical at CalU (which they open auditions to community members), I thought it was just open to kids. But I discovered that there were adults in it as well and decided that the next year I was going to give it a shot. So this year rolled around, and I figured – what the hell – I’ll do it.

So, I show up for the audition, do my singing and feel pretty good about it. Then, as I finished, I heard the words that strike fear into any old, fat lady’s heart:

“Great job! Now you can wait outside for you dance audition.”

Umm…my WHAT, now? My first thought was to wonder if I could sneak out before anyone noticed, but I’m no quitter, so my second was to wonder if I could get a drink, because my dancing generally involves copious amounts of alcohol. Unfortunately, there was no rum to be found, so I had to tough it out. Oh – and did I mention that “adult auditions” consisted of 15/16 years and up? No? Well, let me tell you – my audition group was made up of about 15 cute little skinny teenage dancers and me. Then they showed us a bunch of moves, which I immediately lost after the first 8-count, while the young, lithe dancers danced their faces off and I stomped around like Godzilla. It was truly something to behold.

That said – I got a role. It was a performance of Miracle on 34th Street, The Musical. I was cast as the judge, and it was seriously the most fun I had in a whole bunch of years – everyone was a joy to work with, and so welcoming to me. Oh – and I had to sing badly on purpose at one point, which drove me to fits of paranoia that people would think I was really that bad. Thank god for a patient director!  Emily was cast as Hendrika – the little Dutch girl – her lines & song were in Dutch, which was pretty damned impressive.

Then, once that ended (a sad, sad day, indeed), the rehearsals for the high school musical started up. They did The Wizard of Oz, and my 17 year old son was cast as the Scarecrow. It was his debut performance and he did an absolutely AMAZING job. They cast some elementary kids as munchkins, and Emily was one of them. Then they asked her to play the “mini-witch” (in thi   s version, they throw the witch into the cauldron and she shrinks as she melts – so she went in as a HS girl, came out as a smaller version – Emily – then they threw her in again until she melted to a tiny puppet version, then was gone). It was hilarious and the audience enjoyed the moment as much as I did.

Mr b and I helped out a lot with chaperoning, set, and whatever else we could do, so needless to say, it’s been a busy time. But now, things will be slowing down (total lie – we have softball starting, theater school ongoing, cheer coming soon, etc) and I am going to try to get back to at least SOMEWHAT regular blogging. It’s good to be back!

My mini witch:




Emily & her wonderful “show dad” from Miracle on 34th Street:


Judge Meredith Group & Hendrika:



About sugarmag

Forty-sdjhfkjsdhfkjsdh year old mom of 2 - a 18 year old boy and a 11 year old girl. I love them very much, but they drive me crazy. I'm married and work full-time. I'm not sure which of these is the most exhausting, but probably the husband. I'm opinionated. I'm outspoken. I'm loud. I'm an over-sharer. I think Tom Cruise is a jackass. I like to say jackass. I like to swear, period. Fuckers. I love to read. I struggle with my weight. I love my job. I dress my pets up and ridicule them regularly. I am not afraid to cut my hair and I don't understand people who are. I hate getting old. I love to laugh. Make me laugh, OK?

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