Monday, July 4, 2011

Why yes - that is me on-stage...

I can't believe it, I did it!  Take that, you stupid fear that has been controlling my life!  (imagine me blowing raspberries here)

I let my worrying overtake my ability to enjoy performing.  One stupid mistake, many years ago and I was willing to never set foot on stage again.  Yes, 20 years ago or so I walked out on stage and blanked.  Yes, I needed to be reminded where we were in the show to get myself back on track.  Yes, I sang the wrong verse of a song.  Yes, I should have been able to let that go 2 decades ago and not let it have this hold over me.  However, I didn't let it go and instead have relived the moment ever since. 

A dear friend asked our family to come and audition for Godspell (she was the Musical Director), I auditioned SO BADLY because of nerves - I had few lines and no singing parts.  As we worked our way through the rehearsal schedule - the Director gave me more and more to do.  Then the unthinkable happened... someone had to drop out and she handed me a solo...  sing?  in public?  and I am supposed to remember what to do?  Seriously terrified - doesn't even cover the way I was feeling. 

This is where I remembered how REALLY lucky I am!  I have these amazingly supportive friends.  A friend (who wasn't even in the show) took time out of his schedule to play the song over and over with me, another friend came to sing her part/choral parts while I sang - so I could get a feel for how it would work, and his wife (also a good friend) was my cheerleader. 

When the moment came for me to get up and sing - I was pretty sure that I would forget everything or have an aneurysm.  Really, these were the only choices that I thought I had.  It was so stressful. 

But, I was totally surprised...  I sang and the world didn't fall apart around me.  I think I even got most of the words right.  I survived!  Not only did I survive, but I did it again the next day (I think I even did it a little better.)

Will I do it again?  I am not so sure about that (but, I know never to say never).  The one thing this fear of being on-stage has given me is the amazing chance to direct.  I love being the Director - not only because people have to do what I say, but because I have the ability to help bring an entire musical to life (and that is a VERY cool feeling). 

So there you go... pictorial proof that I did it (and I am really glad I did - don't tell anyone)

Monday, January 3, 2011

third day in a row...

Maybe if I force myself to sit down and write something every day, I will get back into the habit and produce something worth reading...  well, that is the goal. 

So, here is a tale from the Myers' household.  Now it didn't actually happen today (it happened on the 23rd), but it is too good a story of "I told you so" not to tell...

Here is Olive...
This poor, little, super-tiny mouse was found in a bucket in my husband's classroom.  My husband, lover of all animals with a very soft-heart, immediately caved to my children's begging to take care of the poor little baby mouse overnight until they could all release him in the park on Christmas Eve. 

Andrew got a plastic cage, some bedding (borrowed from the classroom hedgehog), food and water and set up a nice little home for the mouse.  The children then named the mouse "Olive" and they happily brought it home to me.  I really tried to believe my husband when he said he would release the mouse with the kids in the morning.  I begged him repeatedly to make sure that it wouldn't get out of the cage (where our cat, Clark, could get it).  I was repeatedly assured that my worries were pointless and this was going to be a great experience for the kids. 

Cut to Christmas Eve morning... Andrew and I are running around getting ready for my parents who are coming over for brunch and I stop by Matt's room (where Olive's cage spent the night).  I say to Matt - "you sure he is still in there right" - Matt says "Oh Mom!"  This happened two more times, when I finally went in his room and looked for Olive in the cage.  I didn't see Olive anywhere.  Andrew then comes in and reassures me that Olive is in the cage, just hiding.  With that the search for Olive in the cage begins... Andrew searches and tells me all about how they like to dig and hide, etc, etc - then he sees it...  the hole that Olive has chewed to get out of the cage.  Andrew and I burst out laughing - Olive is out of the cage, somewhere in my house, and my parents are on their way over. 

We did a pretty good search and decided that Olive must have gotten outside and gone to find her/his family.  The kids seemed to be okay with that story - Andrew and I are wondering if Clark got a good snack that night.  So the moral of this story is... if you put a mouse in a plastic cage, it will take less than 12 hours for said mouse to chew his/her way out.  Never a dull moment...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

last day of school break...

Today was the saddest day of the year - so far... 

The very last day of winter break and the sad realization that school starts in the morning.  The kids took the news well.  Especially since I was able to sneak in one more playdate for both of them.  So our Christmas break ended with little girls singing karaoke at the top of their lungs and little boys building LEGO with great glee.  A perfect Sunday afternoon! 

All traces of Christmas have been removed from our house (with the exception of a single creche - hey, those kings need somewhere to go) and I am really looking forward to getting back into the daily routine.  It never ceases to amaze me how big and uncluttered the house feels after the tree is gone.  I just wish that feeling lasted for more than a couple of days. 

I get one more day off before I have to return to work Tuesday... looking forward to a day of getting life back into order - grocery shopping, bank, house cleaning, etc. 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

happy new year...

2011 was off to a rousing start in our household... NOT!  Unfortunately, I spent New Year's Eve fast asleep nursing a bad cold and only Andrew made it see the ball drop.  By mid-day, dearest husband dragged me out of bed saying that I would feel better if I got up (I really hate it when he is right) ;-)

So off on a family adventure to usher in a new year - The Diner for breakfast, duck-pin bowling, Tangled, and some shopping...





Just in case you thought someone might want to take home the fancy shoes...

Why, yes - that does say I won!