1st recording session
My husband is indeed a saint. He has been working with me diligently to produce audio and video blogs. We have 12 up so far and many more to come. After spending twelve years sitting on the other side of the glass in the studio it was a lot of fun to have the heat on me.
Listen here and watch here! They are also available on YouTube, Soundcloud and coming soon to iTunes!
Improved studio & hair!
I have a friend who talks a lot about having a mustard seed. What she is referring to is that little bit of faith needed to make big things happen. Once planted it grows. It grows quickly and soundly and it turns into a strong and healthy plant. I came to a crossroad in my life recently. When I got there I realized that I had a mustard seed with me and from that moment I was able to have the courage to take a great leap of faith. (more…)
A lot of nothing to wear
My daughter is already embarrassed to be seen with me and she is only six. I can’t blame her though. I ran out of the house wearing leggings and a tunic with a pair of ballet flats. I was very casual and when I got to the closet to grab a coat I realized that all of my spring jackets are much more business-like. I grabbed a mustard yellow wool coat that was casual and warm. It wasn’t until I got in the car that I realized I was wearing a grey shirt and my shoes were black and beige. Literally nothing on my body matched. (more…)
She rides with attitude.
I had to run over to Target to buy some knee pads for my daughter. She has been riding her scooter outside since it has been warm and she fell and scraped her knee, so we told her she could wear knee pads while riding just in case she falls again. I was a little tempted to skip the sporting goods section and go straight for the office supplies to buy bubble wrap. She really is my child, she trips while standing still. I found the knee pads and headed straight for the checkout. I would normally stroll around for awhile just in case I needed something that wasn’t on my radar until I saw it but I have a bit of a cold so I am cranky and don’t really want to be out of the house any longer than I have to. (more…)
On sale – the worst of humanity – box of 1,000
I have a love/hate relationship with Costco. I love the people watching and I hate the worst of humanity that I see while people watching. Yesterday was a prime example of the worst of humanity. We were approaching the center aisle and coming directly at us was a mother and her two children. The boy who looked about 8 years old was busy trying not to walk into a display of Mikasa flatware while playing with a rubik’s cube. His sister who looked about 2 years older was having a conversation with the mother while skipping beside the cart. I caught the tail end of the conversation which went something like this:
Daughter: “…well you compare us to other kids all the time.”
Mother: “That’s because you are a bratty little miserable shrew!”
Wait, what?!? Did I just hear that? I waited for the mother to start laughing. This had to be a joke. But there was no laughter, there was not even a snicker indicating some inside joke. This mother was dead serious. And I hate to point out the obvious but the mother may have been projecting just a little based on the look on her face, otherwise known as “miserable shrew”. She made resting bitch face look like a smile.
We sped down the aisle to escape as quickly as possible while I turned to my husband and asked “I just heard that, right?” He confirmed that I did in fact hear just what I thought I did to which I replied “wow, it’s the mother of the year!!” We spent the next twenty minutes trying to avoid this family with little luck. In fact, the mother was proven right when the little girl passed our cart in between the blueberries and oranges and said “excuse me” as she passed. How dare she be polite to strangers. What a brat!
To all the parents who think they are doing a bad job, do yourself a favor and take a trip to Costco. You will see just how good of a job you are doing. Unless of course you are calling your child a miserable little shrew, and then you are doing a bad job as a parent. But please, if this is you, still go to Costco, you are making me truly feel like the real mother of the year!
I’m still a petulant teenager.
My boss thinks I am an idiot. He doesn’t say it in as many words, but it shows more often than not in his actions. He asked me to do some research on a project for a foreign client. I did the research and gave him and the client the information two weeks ago. He then discussed the project with another individual in the office who is a little like the wizard of Oz, running everything from behind the curtain. She is never wrong about anything and is very happy to tell you how right she is in the form of red corrections on any of your work she sees needs fixing. I call her the red pen lady. She reviews the work of idiots like me who can’t spell their own name without help. We often get this work returned to us with red marks all over it where we missed crossing a “t” or dotting an “i”. Nothing leaves the office before she has approved it. So of course my boss had to get her involved in this project. (more…)
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