Hallelujah!

Don't you HATE it when you spend a $#ng hour writing what could have been the BEST blog of your life, and then you accidentally hit a button that sends you back a page, and when you come back, it's gone!? ALL of it?!

GRRRR. I'll try to recreate it as best I can...

In two days my month from Hell will be officially over. And it wasn't NEARLY as bad as it could have been.

My youth theatre show, Honk! Junior, closed last night. It was very bittersweet. I would have loved to have it run longer. I was extremely proud of the kids. However, everyday rehearsals SUCK. I won't miss them at all. I really love that job, though. I love kids (well, most of them). I love some of the parents. I LOVE my coworkers. I love getting teary-eyed on the first performance (yes, I'm a wuss). I love the satisfaction I feel when the kids are proud of themselves. Youth theatre is SO much more rewarding to me than any other kind of theatre. And sadly enough, it makes me want to have my own kids A LOT.

Tomorrow night is the final performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the Meridian Shakespeare class. It will be bittersweet as well. It's a GREAT show, and I'm proud of all of the kids. And I'm glad that I get to keep teaching the class for the next month- even if we don't get to work on an actual show. However, as thrilled as I was with our performances at region and state drama, I'm sad that some of the kids had a crappy attitude and couldn't commit. Because some of them did a half-arsed job of preparing, they'll learn the lesson that they can coast through life and still win. UGH! It makes me sad, but at the same time, very proud of the ones who committed and worked their butts off.

Today was David's graduation, and I went to the convocation with Heather and David's family. Afterward, we went to dinner, and then to H&D's new house to visit. I love it when my friends' families make me feel like I belong. As I was leaving, Heather's mom showed up and was telling her sister that she claimed me as her long-lost son. Love it.

This week, I had the opportunity to go to not one, but TWO birthday parties (after performances, of course) for one of my favorite people in the whole world. I love you, Lindsay! The first was awesome, because I got to see some friends that I haven't really seen for months. The second was great because it was my first ever "How to Host a Murder" party. I loved it! So much fun. Can I just make it officially Lindsay's birthday every day?

I was also really touched this week because five- FIVE friends came to see Honk for the purpose of supporting me. Most of my friends roll their eyes at youth theatre, and nobody other than Teri has ever really supported it before. And I didn't bug any of them to come, either!

I went and talked to a counselor while I was at UVSC the other day, and I'm in the process of reapplying to go back and finish my degree there. I may go to summer classes if I get my stuff together soon enough. If not, I'll be going back in the fall for sure. It's kind of scary how much I'm looking forward to getting my butt back in school. I've missed it. And I'm REALLY looking forward to taking math again. And chemistry. My brain has gotten rusty.

I think that's about all I said in the amazing blog, only it was much more detailed. Some people would probably consider it a blessing that I lost the longer one. Oh, well. I'm going back to catching up on the hours upon hours of TV that I have stored on my DVR receiver from the past month...