Last night I got home from work, wrote a couple of emails and took some really great ulcer medication Karen picked up for me and was in bed asleep by about 8 pm. I slept and slept and slept and slept.

My body needed it so bad.

I woke up around 10:30 and went to my hair appointment, yawned through the whole thing, came home and slept and slept some more.

Around 3:30 I emerged from my coma and I realized that, uh, while I had a great dress and nicely shaped and colored hair, I had NO shoes or accessories purchased and that the next day was opening night.

Oh, bother!

I hate shopping. At least for the little details that make up a great outfit. Luckily, my friend (And fellow chorus member) Mary Ellen came with me and I am now in possession of some adorable ballet flats (Complete with ankle ribbons) and the perfect earrings and one dainty, yet sparkly bangle to be worn oh, so flippantly on my right wrist.

Did I mention I hate shopping?

We even made it on time for dress rehearsal.

Opening night upon me.

This is such a cool production: For those that aren’t aware, what makes this so cool is that there is a signing chorus that is signing all the music as it is played. Half of them are deaf. They cannot hear one. single. note of music and they perform flawlessly. It is really amazing to watch.

I did OK.
This is my Conductor. As I don’t want his name associated with my bizarre blog, I’ll call him “Dr.R”. He is actually a speech pathology instructor up at USU and he spent 25 years in the Air Force. He has perfect posture and instead of saying things like “Take it two before section B and then 5 after section F” We get “Two before Bravo and 5 after Foxtrot. (I’m still trying to figure out what “Military Left” is. I have no freaking clue, so I just pretended. It worked.)

I look scared of him in this photo but he is the kindest man on the earth.

The chorus is full of fun people. This guy, Darryl, is my biggest fan. He nicknamed me “Pipes” a couple of years ago and is a retired LAPD police officer. I love my cops, I do. Dr. R told us to “Dress conservatively” for dress rehearsal so Darryl had to have a little fun. I used to date a guy in high school that dressed like this. Dig the kilt.In the end, I’m going to go fall into bed and (Surprise, surprise) SLEEP.

I’m tired. It might have something to do with staying up all night. Last night was very…very. You could say it sucked six ways from Sunday. Ever wish you had a remote to make the next year pass and be done with in an instant. I wish I had one of those.

Thank you for the calls and emails. Please don’t be offended if I don’t get back to you right away. Last night was one of the very worst “Unexpectedly kicked in the gut by grief” moments I’ve ever had, I also know that it’s just one of those things that come with the territory.

I spent the morning at the hospital with my friend, Michelle to see something very cool. I’m very proud of her. I even managed to take her out for breakfast, but I’m too wiped out to post about it right now. It was nothing bad, it was just a draining place to be considering last night. I hate hospitals.

I know no one knows what to say on things like this (Why I closed my comments last night). Don’t worry about commenting and please don’t worry, I’m fine, just tired. I’m going to go curl up in my bed and sleep and sleep and sleep, then probably sleep some more. :)

I went to visit my parents with my sister Melly today. My Dad had surgery a week ago and I have not been able to see him because there has just been a LOT going on and I have pretty much felt wretched. I couldn’t put it off any longer because they do a lot for me and I really need to be a better daughter to them.

My parent’s golden wedding anniversary is at the end of May and we spent some time discussing the plans for the reception they are having. After we touched on cakes, invitations, menus and location, we began to discuss music. My mother said that she already had a slew of ideas that she wanted to implement.

“I would love our whole family to sing “We are the world”.”

“What?! WHY?!”

“It’s just such a happy, upbeat song and I’ve always liked it”.

I was trying to comprehend all the levels of hell that could spring from THAT statement when my sister uttered words that I think I just might have to have her drawn and quartered for.

“No, Mom. I really think a better idea would be to have Loralee sing, “Wind Beneath My Wings”.

“Oh, that is a WONDERFUL IDEA!!!!!!! Let’s do that!”

My sister will pay, oh yes. I do not know when. I do not know how, but she will pay.
As God is my witness, I will never go hungry again!!!

Wench.