Another “point” of blogs: they put people’s personalities under a magnifying glass.  And it’s so easy to look at someone else’s magnifying glass and say, “Gah, that’s just so stupid and pointless and I can’t believe all they do is bitch/whine/moan/brag/quote/tell jokes.”  But sometimes, you look at someone else’s magnifying glass, and what you see, although repulsive, is a bit too familiar.

Jekyll & Hyde auditions were this past weekend.  Although I knew that, I didn’t go.  Really, it’s a show that I’d rather watch than be in.  I’m holding out for Seussical: the Musical, which I’ve had the pleasure of seeing twice, so I’m ready to be a part of it.  But I did talk to several people who wanted to be a part of J&H, but were too afraid to audition.  And I’d say, “Please.  What’s there to be afraid of?  Just go do it.”

Then I stopped saying that.  Because it’s not fair for me to give advice that I wouldn’t take.

And I’d see people whine about work.  About family.  About everything.  In their blogs.  I’m JUST as guilty of that as anyone else, but whining just doesn’t change anything.

I was feeling blase about theatre around town.  So I’ve poured a whole bunch of myself into my current endeavor.. and quite honestly, I’m pleased as punch with how that’s going.  It’s not high-brow, but it is also FUNNY.  And I can’t wait to see what another month will make of it.

I was feeling bored with my involvement in extracurriculars.  So I’m starting to do publicity (my first love) for Lee Rep’s upcoming show, “The Crucible”.  This means I’m writing copy (back to that first love again), talking to producers.. media and public relations will always have my heart.

I was feeling cautious about my upcoming nuptuals.  So I’ve started being proactive where that matters.  I realized a large part of my trepidation was (honestly.. and immaturely) my appearance.  In turn, arriving at my doorstep this week are “Buff Brides: The Diet Plan for the Aisle” and “The Bridal Boot Camp Plan”, to at least make me feel like I have a chance of being the bride I want to be. 

And there’s still amazing things on the horizon.

I guess what I realized is this: fear is paralyzing.  And when you’re unmoving, your life passes you by.  Hate to be preachy, or on a soapbox, or even slightly holier-than-thou.. because I’m not.  I’m not any better than anyone else.  But I did kinda realize that this weekend.  As I was watching the fountain jump and randomly spray this weekend at the site that I think our ceremony would be most beautiful.. I realized that being afraid.. or timid.. or even hesitant.. is a waste of time.

I hated the movie, but one thought was made clear.. No day but today.

Well, about my weekend.. there was none.

OHMYGOODLORD, I never realized how busy parents are!  When I was having trouble rousing this morning, I realized that we had not sat still until our bodies hit the bed every night.. usually around 11:30.  And, because there was this young, regenerative being in our house.. we were up with the dawn every morning.

(If you read dooce.com at all, you know that she tin-foiled her daughter’s windows to keep the sunlight out, so she sleeps longer.  I’m considering this.)

The weather was GORGEOUS, though.  It was a great weekend to be out.  And I got some great pics.  One day, come hell or high water, I’m gonna finish that disposable camera.  How long have I had it?  Well, it has pics from our WildeChick getaway to Nashville.  So.. THAT long.

We had opening day of baseball EARLY Saturday morning.  We made it to the ballfield before 9.  In Hazel Green.  So that’s how early it was.  I saw more fake hair there than I expected. (Having nothing to do with baseball.) We yakked it up with other parents, watched people who were stupid enough to wear long sleeves and pants sweat, and basically did nothing for a couple of hours.  When that was over, we let The Boy stay with The Ex while we ran for sunscreen.

(Looking back, probably should’ve done sunscreen first.  My shoulders agree.)

Came back to the ballfield for the exhibition game.  The Boy did masterfully well (surprising everyone), and I got my head bitten off by everyone around me.  FUN FUN FUN.

We came back to the house and I did some running around.  Ran to a car wash to pamper my ’stang, went over to the Big Spring to check out possible ceremony sites (and saw tons of familiar faces.. I love Huntsville in spring), then ran to Target for fun.  Came back home, laid down for a mere ten minutes.. then the craziness began again.

We went to see the Vipers!!  Saw the beautious Megan (who looks so trim and tan!!), and I taught The Boy about football.  Unfortunately, the Vipers sucked and we got stuck with a fairly unattractive (and uncoordinated) Viper girl directly in front of us.  So the highlight of the evening was getting to meet Vinnie the Viper and have our rally towels signed.

Came home and went to bed.

Next day, we ran around doing errands.  The Boy FINALLLY got his hair cut, which was LONG overdue.  I bought more shoes.  We ate lunch.  Then we went to the park and played frisbee.  And football.  And tag.  And when the grown-ups were spent (and The Boy was fighting exhaustion), we went home and he napped.  OH, and the best part of Sunday..?  WE MOWED OUR LAWN!!

When The Boy went back to the green, we finally had time to straighten up and get the house semi-organized for the next week.  Then we took a walk, watched about a half hour of tv, and went to bed.

Now you know.  Feel informed.

Another post is coming today.  Something I’ve been trying to put into words for awhile now.