Wow

This is so random to everyone else out there, but to me, this makes perfect sense to write about, only because I'm sitting and watching the Final Performance of Rent right now.

Why are all the good shows closing?

There are plenty of generations of people who would love to see this on stage. Yes, it will tour, and yes, now small companies can put it on if they'd like. But it's not really the same as seeing it on the Great White Way. AIDS might not be our generation's disease like it was for Larson in the early 90s, but it's a survival story. Isn't that message still important?

I truly and honestly blame the economy. It's the reason that only crappy shows are being made each year. No one has extra money to see the fantastic shows, so the have to close because the audiences are only filling up to half.

I don't even bother watching the Tony's anymore, because when a song about farting is considered good music, there really is an issue with the world.

The last good show that deserved the Tony it got was In the Heights.

I know people will disagree, and I've never been to Broadway or seen many shows, but I really think the last good thing created was In the Heights.

I love Little Mermaid. I saw it when it previewed in Denver 3 times. Once at the beginning of the run, middle and end of it all. And I loved it, but only because it had such a deep meaning for me.

I just wish that things would stay open long enough for me to make a trip to NY and see them.

Never Easy

Is it really too much to ask for things in life to just be simple? Seriously, I don't need this right now. I don't want to move. I'm happy where I am. I can go to school for cheap and finally be something more then just an employee to someone else. I want a career. I'm sick of making 8 an hour plus tips. I love my little hovel in the woods, where no one can bother me unless I let them.

I'm sick of my husband not being able to make up his mind. I'm sick of him giving up and doing what's easy. Is he really going to do this every time he's unhappy? Because if he is, he's going to turn out just like his mother. I can't take it. I won't allow him let his own happiness be the only thing that matters any more. When do I begin to matter? When do our vows become a two way street?

When do I say 'enough is enough' and make myself matter to him?

Inspiration

I just got back from seeing Julie and Julia with my mom, which happens to be all about the blogging journey of one young (in my opinion, anyway. I'm sure Julie Powell wouldn't consider herself young) woman cooking her way through a cook book. And it led me to realize that people might actually read this.

I'm going to try and be more diligent about posting. Even though my life isn't super exciting right now, I want to try and remember a bit of my past. Not tonight though.

Tonight I want to sleep. I just felt the need to tell everyone to go see Julie and Julia for a cute movie that will make you love being with your soul mate (even if you are 6' 2" tall).