Okay, so the impression contest is still happening several rows away.  We’re now working on all of the characters from “Forrest Gump”.  Hooray for productivity.  “The Office” really doesn’t know how close it is to the truth.

I am EXHAUSTED.  I think I’ve just hit my wall.  I hate complaining, because I know there are tons of people out there doing just as much as I do, if not more, but my body is just about to that point where it gives out on me.  I’m sitting here, staring, and not being able to focus on anything.  Getting home around midnight last night probably had something to do with that.

I think a good measure of “getting old” is when you STOP looking forward to Friday night and START looking forward to Saturday morning.

“That everyone would have a friend.. and right would ALWAYS win.. and love would never end..” I got a few things on my list today.  Hooray for Christmas spirit.

In my perfect world, I was supposed to be dress shopping today.  We all see how well that worked out.  Maybe a trip to Unclaimed Baggage is in order.  At this point in time, I’m past wanting a perfect ceremony.  I’ll just be happy to lay my head on my pillow at the end of the day, and know that we’re married.

And the honeymoon.  VERY excited about the honeymoon.

Anybody need any housewares?  We’ll be having a ginormous sale soon.  Or the thrift stores will be getting a hefty donation.  Either way, some room has got to be made.

I’m buying socks on the way home.

Heard several rows over, and to be read as Slingblade:

“See ya first ya gotta reboot your cumputer.. some calls it a shut-down, I calls it a reboot.”

He then went on to doll out some mustard related IT wisdom.

Oh, had TOO MUCH FUN at VM auditions last night. (Men, VM is the Vagina Monologues, which Lezlie and I are co-directing.) I will admit that I was fairly unfamiliar with the show, but am VERY familiar with the movement behind it.  Few of you may know, but I was actually a women’s studies minor in college.  So watching auditions was a lot of fun and very cool because I had no idea what I wanted to see in each part.

I was pleased as punch to see so many of The Women come out!  Honestly, that was my favorite part of “The Women”.. being in a room with so many diverse, lively, and successful women really puts you in the right frame of mind, and that’s EXACTLY what I want VM to be.

The show is basically a fund-raiser for the free-clinic in Huntsville, along with the national Women Against Violence organization.  We’ve got tons of smaller fund-raisers in the works, and they are suitable for both men and women.. and you’ll find all of those updates here.  I just can’t wait to get started!

Needless to say, it’s been awhile since I’ve been so stoked about anything theatre-related.

And although everyone was WONDERFUL (Ra made me laugh out loud several times, and Caroline nailed the Angry Vagina.. wait..), my favorite audition of the night was seeing the prim and proper lady who played my mother in “The Women” read “My Vagina is Angry”.  She read it damn well, too.  Ra and I were just excited to hear her say some of the words included in that monologue.. and she didn’t even hesitate.

At the end, we had everyone do the end of a certain monologue which chronicles the different moans of a woman.. complete with examples.  That was HYSTERICAL.  I cannot wait for this ball to get rolling.

There is nothing more fulfilling than doing something you love for the right reasons.

Bryan and I were enjoying our few minutes together last night, listening to the clock tick, when I came out of nowhere with something.  He always knows when I’m going to come out with a doozie, because I’ll take a deep breath, start to speak, rethink it, and THEN finish my sentence.  I do this to prepare him.

“Bryan,” I started.

“Yes, Sarah,” he answered.

“Do you think I’m a hypocrite?”

He got very quiet.  He put his hand on my thigh and cocked his head, thinking.  “That’s a very strange question,” he said.  “Can I ask what prompted it?”

I looked away.  “You don’t want to know,” I told him.  “But I just wondered if, you know, YOU thought I was a hypocrite.  If you thought I have handled things the Christian way.”

I love asking him about religion.  He’s very good at it, and I forget that.

“The Bible is very contradictory,” he started.  “It says things like “turn the other cheek” and then, not two sentences later, says things like “an eye for an eye”.  So you can’t really find any definite rules in there.”

“Oh,” I said.

“EXCEPT,” he said, “for the two things I think are solid.  Many people don’t quote the whole verse, but it’s actually ‘Judge not, lest ye be judged likewise‘.  Meaning, if you know in your heart of hearts that you’ve got your stuff in order, you can judge to your hearts content.  But you can’t go throwing rocks in glass houses.  So if you’re, say, judging someone on honesty.. you’d better be sure that you’ve been honest.”

“I have!” I said.  “I’m not proud of how everything’s been handled, but I’ve been completely honest.  I’ve been very forthright.  I’ve never hidden, and I’ve always backed up what I said, even if I regretted it later.”

“Then I think that’s not at all hypocritical,” he said.

“What was the other thing you thought was solid?” I asked.

“To love your neighbor as yourself,” he answered.  We both sat in silence for a second, staring at eachother.

“Well, it’s good to have goals,” I muttered.  And we laughed.