Well, here goes. My ever inspiring sister has yet again urged me forward with her seemingly never ending energy and so starts my blog. I really don't know what to write about, so I guess I will start with what I know best, my family. Yesterday was my son's first rehersal with this newest endeavor "South Pacific". Now, mind you, he is 10 years old, and in the play "South Pacific" there are precious few children's roles. He is playing the part of "Jerome" one of the two children of the main charater Emil. We had the typical "Stage Mom" talk on the way there. "Make sure that you let them know that you are serious, and pay attention to what is going on."Make sure that you are clear when you speak, and please no fooling around playing with the curtains and such" Realizing that I do, indeed sound like one of those nutty, pushy mothers, I immediately switch to " This is what YOU want to do, right? You are not just doing this because you think it is what I want you to do, right?" to which he replys, "Please, Mom." We walk in and are greeted by mostly middle age adults, sitting in a nice huggy circle. The director is a short heavy man with what seems at first to be a bit of an attitude problem. He is pacing around looking stressed (like show night stressed) and it is the first rehearsal. He gives the "I want to make it clear that when I say 7, I mean 7" and "Please lets not waste anyone's time" speech, and then they are off. With a few minor glitches, they begin to do a "read through" We get to "Y's" (my son) part, and FRENCH! All his lines are in French! He looks at me panic on his face. I give him my best "It will be fine" look, and "just go with it " gesture. Luckily there is one guy, who can kinda-sorta decifer some of the pronunciations for "Y". He fumbles through it just fine, and on the way home, I promise him, "Deet Dee (my aforementioned sister) knows French and I am sure she would love to help you with lines". Thanks Deet Dee!
Well, I guess that will be my first attempt at "blogging". I spend enough time on this blasted machine, at least I may be able to improve my typing and writing skills by doing something positive with my time. Bye for now.
