Class of 2012

He started High School today. My baby brother is a Freshman. I've been on the verge of tears all day! Maybe it's the stress of the wedding, the fear of change or just the heartbreak of knowing he's getting older. I can remember Baby Travis and now he has a suit and is going to High School. What's next?! Prom? Girls?! COLLEGE?!?! I'm not going to make it....the waterworks have started once again. My heart already hurts for the hardships he's bound to run in to. I want to take his face in my hands and tell him it doesn't matter. 10 years from now it won't matter if you played football or hung out with the cool kids. High school is just something you have to get through so hang in there! But I can't. Those are lessons for him to learn all by himself. And I get to watch. He got old without asking me. That's just rude. :)

I can't seem to stop crying! I cry for no reason! I pause for to long and my eyes well up. Is it normal? Do all brides go through a highly emotional breakdown the week before their wedding? Or am I just an emotional wreck? I fear change and the fact that I have to leave my mom is change. I think I might lean towards being the emotional wreck but I guess I've always known that. I'll get past the house lights going down and I'll be fine. I just have to get through the beginning jitters. I should probably explain....

I spent my high school career in the theater. I found my fit and my family and that's where I stayed. I also discovered I was very good at being a techie. I loved being behind the scenes! And I LOVED Stage Managing. When it came to opening night, I was a nervous wreck the entire time the audience was finding their seats. I remained a nervous wreck until the house lights started to dim and I called my first cue.

Maybe things will settle as soon as the house lights dim. Here's hoping!

Did someone say "Hurricane"?

What happened to our good buddy Ed? He turned out to be nothing more then a whole lot of rain. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful! I'm thankful Ed watered our grass without flooding the city. I'm thankful Ed remained a Tropical Storm. I'm thankful we got a "rain day" and didn't have to go to work! :)

So Monday in the Rodeo Houston Studio was eventful. Every time there is an impedeing hurricane we go out to the warehouse to collect our 10 tubs of hurricane plastic. We go around the Studio and turn off all of our VERY expensive equipment and flip off all of the breakers. We continue by wrapping EVERYTHING in plastic, all the while praying for some sort of bad weather. We don't want a disaster, we just don't want to go through this silly excersise for nothing! It's no fun! We turn off all of this equipment praying it will reboot when the power is restored. We went through this with Rita. We carefully turned everything off and wrapped everything up and it didn't even rain a drop! So sad. And today I get to fold up all of the plastic and return them to their boxes to wait for our next "disaster".

Sometimes I treat God like hurricane plastic. I keep Him in a box close at hand until the weather gets a little uncertain. I wait until things go gray before I seek help. And then when the moment passes, He goes back in the box until the rain comes again. What's with that? Wouldn't I be a LOT happier if I took everything to Him? Why do I insist that I can do it on my own? I seek the approval of everyone around me but He is the only one that matters. That is something I need to work on.

Back to my plastic party for one! I'm going to smell like plastic and magic marker for the rest of the day - SCORE!!