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Friday, October 24, 2008

Into the Woods

I went on another date tonight. I'm setting my world record. My blind date, Nick, took me to the Hale Centre Theatre to see Into the Woods. Into the Woods is not a Halloween play like I thought it was going to be. It was awesome, but not what I expected with that title in October. I highly recommend the play. The stage setup was awesome. There were all sorts of moving props, etc. I want so much for the Empress Theatre to be able to afford such cool equipment. I'd love to see the Empress with a costume supply storage like what I saw at the Hale Centre tonight.

The play Into the Woods has taught me to be careful what I wish for, but if you want to help my wish come true you can make a donation to the Empress Theatre which is operated by the Oquirrh Hills Performing Arts Alliance (OHPAA).

Be sure to come see the Empress Theatre's production of Wait Until Dark, and tell your friends to come see it too. It's running now through November.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Remembering Molly Robbins

I'm sitting here eating Kit Kat minis. I'm getting ready to sign up for my poll worker training. I quickly looked at my blog subscription list to see if there were any new posts. I realized I've gotten so involved in reading other people's blogs and have neglected to post to my own.

I have been caught up with the writing of Kristin Robbins Sellers. We grew up in the same neighborhood. She married Brandon Sellers who lived across the street from me. I think she's amazing.

The day after my last post, her mother's life was senselessly taken by another neighbor. It's still difficult to comprehend. I was away from the neighborhood camping with my family at the time. My brother and his family were unable to make it to the camping trip. He was at home watching the news when he found out. He called and left a message for us to call him when we got back into civilization. My dad returned his call and my brother asked if it was true and what we knew. (We knew nothing, we had been living in the mountains those last few days.) My brother couldn't believe it. (None of us could believe it.) Molly was like a second mother to him. She was the first one waiting at our front door, with a pizza and balloons, when Dave came home from his mission. She always asked for updates on how he was doing. I know she loved my brother.

When I read Kristin's writings I am lifted. I haven't been able to stop reading what she posts on her personal blog as well as the tribute to her mother on www.rememberingmolly.blogspot.com. She is amazing and I love her. I pray for her and her family.