So I have this little side project called “Listen To Your Mother”.

It’s not something I would ever want to handle by myself, and in fact, I am not. I just want to take a moment today to express some gratitude for my partner and co-producer, Tracey.

Tracey and I knew each other before we joined forces (Wonder Twin powers, activate!) on LTYM, but only socially. As in, I had seen her dance like Elaine from “Seinfeld” and it’s one of the most entertaining things I’ve ever observed.

As you can imagine, co-producing a behemoth such as LTYM requires more than just dancing.

Even though I knew that Tracey was a nice person with an easygoing personality and was fairly certain that we would work very well together, I quickly learned something about her that concerned me.

She is totally Type B.

Tracey is one of the most laid-back people I have ever met. Ever.

I, on the other hand, am hopelessly Type A. I have the type of personality that is high-strung, anxious, and always worried about something. So naturally I worried that working with Tracey was going to drive me insane.

Luckily, in addition to being a Type A I’m also an optimist, and pretty smart, too. I told myself that my being on one end of the spectrum working with Tracey who is on the other end of the spectrum just might result in…BALANCE.

And you know what? It has. (I love it when I’m right.)

It has been a dream working with Tracey. I’m not sure she’d say the same about me, especially since I call her nearly every day and start the conversation by saying, “Are you sitting down?” (Sorry, Tracey.)

She has truly been a gift to me, and as an anxious Type A, I can’t express in words how great it’s been to have Tracey around to talk me off the ledge and tell me, “Don’t worry hon (<---she's big on terms of endearment), it's all going to be okay." In fact, yesterday I discovered how good Tracey has been for me. I discovered something regarding the show that normally would set my blood pressure skyrocketing, but before I went off full throttle, I paused and thought to myself, "What would Tracey Becker do?" And then it came to me. So I told myself, "Don't worry hon, it's all going to be okay." (Yes, I called myself "hon". Shut up.) You know what? IT WORKED. Tracey is rubbing off on me. Next on my to-do list? Custom order one of these:


Anyone else want one?

Mwah, Tracey. I love you hardcore. I wouldn’t want to do this crazy project with anyone else.

P.S. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that we just made the venue announcement along with ticket information on the LTYM blog this morning! If you’re in the Chicago area, do not pass “Go”, do not collect $200…go buy your tickets NOW!