I found myself channel surfing recently and landed on a ridiculous show called "The Dr's"- which has male doctors answer health questions with an audience.  It's an attempt to be "serious" journalism, but the stories are produced with a tone of drama that is reminiscent of "A Current Affair".

I start watching a train wreck about a baby who has temper tantrums.  The mother is complaining that her little child, not even two years old, screams uncontrollably.  The mother rolls her eyes in confusion.  

"What do I do to control this?"

During my last show on May 24th, I noticed that the group in the front was rather festive.  I thought "wow, some of my family came to the show and I didn't realize they were coming!"

When the lights came up- I looked at them, and had no clue who they were.  There was a man and his three children; ages 17- to mid 20's.

"I'm Greg," the man said, introducing himself.  "Clare gave me your book, and I passed it on to all of them," he said as he gestured to his kids.

So the show is coming to an end.  The third run of a wild ride.  

I had a relatively small crowd this past Sunday and was thinking that it's probably a good thing that we are closing for a while.  It takes a lot of energy to talk for 75 minutes straight- and this crowd was so quiet, I thought they were going to throw tomatoes at me.  

Then I met a woman named Anna.  

My one woman show re-opened last weekend. The days leading up to this first show were tense;I had lighting issues- there were problems getting permission just to be in the theater, which was rented out every MINUTE we were not standing on the stage. We had not run through the show one time with the new set and cues until we had a full house sitting in their seats.

I had to get a root canal this morning.  Joy.  I was really pissed when I got the news about this last week- after all, I'm in my 30's- and for some reason, I figure that this is a procedure that happens for REALLY old people.  Guess not.

Now, I've talked pretty openly that whenever I have any fears- I always pray to my dead Dad... Today- those requests were basic things; from hoping the pain isn't too much, to showing me a sign if I'm NOT supposed to have the procedure.

So- I have signed the contract for my one woman show to come back to the stage.. and I'm freaking out a little bit.  Not because of performance anxiety- but because the P.R. for this show is ALL up to ME.  If people are going to find out about this, or AREN'T going to find out about this- it's all on my shoulders.  So this means- internet marketing.

I was a little scared after I submitted my posting yesterday- I aired some very private information about a former relationship in hopes of shedding light on domestic abuse.  

I didn't want to be one of millions thinking they can judge a situation from afar.  There are two sides to every story, blah blah blah....  But when I heard that Rihanna went back to Chris Brown after he was arrested for assaulting her, I actually got a stomach ache.  Not because I know her and think she can do better, or because I hate Chris Brown- but because I've been there.

So it has come to my attention- by my Mom and my brother no less- that my blog has been sounding a bit "bitter and whiney".

Bitter and Whiney?  But I'm the Positive News lady? 

Then I went back and looked at some of my recent writings.  Let's see.... I bitch about Business Traveler's being jerks, BMW drivers riding my bumper, and not getting more time when introducing Liz Gilbert.  

I have come to a conclusion:  People who drive BMW's have anger management issues.  I'm serious.  I have never met a person in a BMW who didn't ride my ass, or whiz by me so dangerously close and fast that they nearly caused an accident.  I'm a pretty good driver.  (My husband calls it "aggressive".)  So if I'm saying someone ELSE is aggressive- they must really be driving with a purpose!