Like Cinderella, if Cinderella were as comfortable with the "f word" and as knowledgeable about intentional grounding.
Y'all. Quelle week-end. I am effing exhausted.
As an aside, if our governor had declared today, Superbowl Monday, a state holiday, I would be off. ASSHOLE.
Anyway, so this weekend.
Friday night, I had Ball Rehearsal, during which I sent the following text message to my boss:
"Until I hear otherwise from you, I am going to continue to sneak wine like a 15-year old at a wedding."
She pulled her bberry out, read it, laughed, found me in the crowd with her eyes, and gave me a thumbs-up. Score.
Husband and Pumpkinhead went outside to a parade, one that appears to have been great, while I endured two hours of rehearsal. Finally, it was time for me to run My Song, The Ole' SSB.
I was nervous (despite the wine) and had to close my eyes. When I was done, and I opened them? All these ladies were crying. For effing real. Who cries at the National Anthem, truly??
I guess I sang it all right. My boss threw her arms around me (Not A Hugger!!!) and openly wept on my shoulder, saying things like, "Thank you" and "Oh My God" and "Absolutely Perfect." I guess it was all right.
On Saturday, we had to get up and go buy a present for McBasket (boxing gloves) for his birthday (my russian is four! FOUR!), and a bra without straps. While at the Wal-Mart, one of the ladies saw me and said, "Oh HAI SINGING GIRL!!" (I roll my eyes just recalling that moment.)
Anyway, we got home and had to gear up to go to Baton Rouge for McBasket's birthday party. The party was really nice, at a nice park, but it was colder than heck and I found out one of my first love cats (Dusty, if you knew him) died a few weeks ago (It's cool, he was a stray and he lived to be 18. 18!), and it was cold and cold and cold and I don't even really like kids (although they were all well-behaved), so anyway, we left as soon as we could pull it off, and went back home to get fancied up.
Listen, kids. I am a casual person. I'm not big-make-up-wearing, I don't have fancy nail polish or everyday jewelry that matches my outfits. I am known to wear yoga pants that I buy at Walgreen's in public. But, I dressed up PURTY on Saturday night. I know this because... as I walked into the hall?
People's head turned to look.
I was perfect. I knew I was, too.
I know that's so shitty to say about myself, but seriously. PERFECT.
And not too long into the night, I sang the Star Spangled Banner, after which time I joined the Mayor (!) at my table, and... it was all okay. I didn't sing wonderfully, but the pitches were dead-on (which is more than I can say for Miss Carrie Underwood) and I got tons of applause (I'd even call it a standing O, but everyone was standing for the presentation of the flags, anyway, so I can't really claim that). And I looked freaking fantastic.
I'll have pictures posted eventually.
Anyway, so that was great.
We didn't stay for the whole night - couldn't stand to - but it was a cool experience. If you haven't been to a Mardi Gras ball, you ought to. It's neat.
Yesterday, I had to be at church for 8am (BALLS O'CLOCK SAYS I) to sing, and I was there, and I sang, and it was fine. After church, there was (of course) a parade which was fun. After the parade, the Superbowl.
Not going to say much about that, since you were all there, too. Just, it was awesome. Betty White is awesome, too. And yeah, so maybe I did get a bit teary, but there was also that sense of, "what now?" What do we do with that whole part of our lives (and seriously, it was like 1/3 of our time spent) that was all about the football? I got a text message from Beanie's school board that they are closing a couple of hours early tomorrow for the Saints parade.
.
Seriously.
And I have been told that I can leave work early to go to it if I want to. Which I sort of do, I'll be honest. It would be cool, wouldn't it?
And I'm exhausted. Too damned much this weekend.
Anyway, seems to me like I need to leave you with something to talk about. Betty White. Make it so.
As an aside, if our governor had declared today, Superbowl Monday, a state holiday, I would be off. ASSHOLE.
Anyway, so this weekend.
Friday night, I had Ball Rehearsal, during which I sent the following text message to my boss:
"Until I hear otherwise from you, I am going to continue to sneak wine like a 15-year old at a wedding."
She pulled her bberry out, read it, laughed, found me in the crowd with her eyes, and gave me a thumbs-up. Score.
Husband and Pumpkinhead went outside to a parade, one that appears to have been great, while I endured two hours of rehearsal. Finally, it was time for me to run My Song, The Ole' SSB.
I was nervous (despite the wine) and had to close my eyes. When I was done, and I opened them? All these ladies were crying. For effing real. Who cries at the National Anthem, truly??
I guess I sang it all right. My boss threw her arms around me (Not A Hugger!!!) and openly wept on my shoulder, saying things like, "Thank you" and "Oh My God" and "Absolutely Perfect." I guess it was all right.
On Saturday, we had to get up and go buy a present for McBasket (boxing gloves) for his birthday (my russian is four! FOUR!), and a bra without straps. While at the Wal-Mart, one of the ladies saw me and said, "Oh HAI SINGING GIRL!!" (I roll my eyes just recalling that moment.)
Anyway, we got home and had to gear up to go to Baton Rouge for McBasket's birthday party. The party was really nice, at a nice park, but it was colder than heck and I found out one of my first love cats (Dusty, if you knew him) died a few weeks ago (It's cool, he was a stray and he lived to be 18. 18!), and it was cold and cold and cold and I don't even really like kids (although they were all well-behaved), so anyway, we left as soon as we could pull it off, and went back home to get fancied up.
Listen, kids. I am a casual person. I'm not big-make-up-wearing, I don't have fancy nail polish or everyday jewelry that matches my outfits. I am known to wear yoga pants that I buy at Walgreen's in public. But, I dressed up PURTY on Saturday night. I know this because... as I walked into the hall?
People's head turned to look.
I was perfect. I knew I was, too.
I know that's so shitty to say about myself, but seriously. PERFECT.
And not too long into the night, I sang the Star Spangled Banner, after which time I joined the Mayor (!) at my table, and... it was all okay. I didn't sing wonderfully, but the pitches were dead-on (which is more than I can say for Miss Carrie Underwood) and I got tons of applause (I'd even call it a standing O, but everyone was standing for the presentation of the flags, anyway, so I can't really claim that). And I looked freaking fantastic.
I'll have pictures posted eventually.
Anyway, so that was great.
We didn't stay for the whole night - couldn't stand to - but it was a cool experience. If you haven't been to a Mardi Gras ball, you ought to. It's neat.
Yesterday, I had to be at church for 8am (BALLS O'CLOCK SAYS I) to sing, and I was there, and I sang, and it was fine. After church, there was (of course) a parade which was fun. After the parade, the Superbowl.
Not going to say much about that, since you were all there, too. Just, it was awesome. Betty White is awesome, too. And yeah, so maybe I did get a bit teary, but there was also that sense of, "what now?" What do we do with that whole part of our lives (and seriously, it was like 1/3 of our time spent) that was all about the football? I got a text message from Beanie's school board that they are closing a couple of hours early tomorrow for the Saints parade.
.
Seriously.
And I have been told that I can leave work early to go to it if I want to. Which I sort of do, I'll be honest. It would be cool, wouldn't it?
And I'm exhausted. Too damned much this weekend.
Anyway, seems to me like I need to leave you with something to talk about. Betty White. Make it so.
Posted by Princess Sparklepants at 2/8/2010 2:20 PM 
Categories: girliness,Music,football,McBasket,General Madness Afoot
Categories: girliness,Music,football,McBasket,General Madness Afoot
It still trips me out that you are not a hugger. Your personality exudes "hug me" IMO. Anywho, glad your singing went great and congrats on Dem Saints!
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Well, thanks... one wants to be huggable. Even if one doesn't want to be hugged (I really don't, seriously).
AND WHO DAT!!!!
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Definitely need pics to go with that description! POST THEM!! Oh and I want to hear you sing the SSB too.
Carrie Underwood did great but was a bit pitchy at the end. Then again, I'm not a singer and have NO ROOM to talk
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Angel, Carrie was for sure a LOT more powerful than I was, and braver - she twisted the melody in some interesting ways - but her pitch was not perfect, it really wasn't. SO BOO YAH.
I'll get the pictures up as soon as we can find the card-reader-thingee that
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