How about a good, old-fashioned blog about the mundane in my life? Wooho, blogging old school!
We’ve been stricken ill in the RockStar house - last week WonderToddler and I awoke monday morning sick, and proceeded to lay around the house until Saturday (okay, a brief trip to Target on Tuesday before I realized how weak we were). Sexy Husband got sick Thursday and so there was no one to baby me during my convalesencesjdmhuhfkdfd. I am barely back to normal, but a dab of make-up today and I feel like a new woman. Well, except for all that gunk coming out of my face.
Remember the bit about me needing a new name for my celtic trip? The reason is, we have a pretty nifty festival gig coming up and we want to put our best foot forward. It’s different than most of our gigs - when we get offers for gigs with the BorderCollies, it’s because of their reputation. They were around before me, and even though we are super awesome right now, the history does good stuff for getting gigs.
Well, the Collies got offered the festival, but not everyone can do it, so we suggested the trio instead (2 Collies, plus an outsider). The powers that be heard our demos and wrote the most flattering things about our sound - me included - and invited us whole heartedly. It’s such a rush to get some recognition for my own work - just a small little thing, but I’m 13 kinds of puffed up and feeling all good about myself this week because of it!
But… UG - the promo picture that got sent of us was the most horrible, unflattering shot you’ve ever seen of yours truly. I looked like this lumpy Amazonian (the other 2 are a bit shorter than me). I shiver to even think of it. That and my highlights are growing out -as well as my hair style - and I’m starting to look like a clueless housewife. Which I am. But we do try to ignore that fact.
I think I need a small makeover. And… well, a haircut? I don’t know - I am starting to think I need to grow it out. I have to come to terms with the fact that I am not one of those people who can wear cute short funky hairstyles. Well, I can - if someone else styles it for me. On my own, I’m just a clueless dork. Although, you’ll be proud to know, I finally (kind of) figured out eyeliner, woohoo!
Boring enough for you? I can always come up with drama if you want, but today I’m trying to keep it to a minimum. Niiiiice and shallow.
…. Oooo, I do have something funny to share! I’ve been trying to make friends, right? I mean, I don’t even know my neighbors! I found this online mommy thing for Atlanta, so I joined up and have been meeting e-people in the area - I went to a activty once, too. I have a profile up, and the other day I got an e.mail from someone in the group - she wanted to know if I lived in the B%^& subdivision, because she was pretty sure she was my neighbor - and she IS! I haven’t met her yet because of having the plague and all, but imagine - I can’t meet people in real life, but then I meet my NEIGHBOR on the web? Carrrraaaazayyyy!!
Okay, I’m off to bed, and since I’ve probably bored you all sleepy, you should probably take a nap too. Tchau!
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