Well... It's been a while. I'll see what I can do to fix that. It's just, really, my life is kind of boring. I enjoy it, but most occurrences are things that no one else would care about. For example... I was at church for 10 hours yesterday. Are you excited? No? Hmm... sorry about that.
It may not really get better, but I had a funny moment today, and thought I would share, seeing as it has been over two weeks.
I'm on a family plan for my cell phone. We have unlimited texting. Today I discovered that this is a very good thing. Apparently, last month, I sent, and received 897 texts. I'm sure that many of you have sent more, or know someone who sends more, but that is a TON for me.
So I would like to take a minute and thank all of you for texting me. Thank you for helping me achieve this momentous occasion. Just to be cool, let's see if I can get over 1000 this month. Good idea?
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Does She Have a Mute Button?
I'm in a choir. It's pretty big. Not big as in, we are super famous and everyone wants to be us. More big as in, there are a lot of warm bodies singing. Sunday we have a concert, and one of the songs we are singing has a solo. Tonight, right after rehearsal, they were holding auditions for said solo. I'm in this choir with L5 and we were debating on auditioning or not. Let's be honest, I really wanted to audition, but I'm a total chicken. But I told her if she did it, I would. I spent the entire 90 minute rehearsal prepping myself for the audition. Little internal pep talks and all that. Then L5 remembered an important fact: we may not be at the concert. Our parents are getting set apart for their next mission that night, and we don't know what time that is going to be at. Right at the end of rehearsal, L5 decided we shouldn't audition, so we got ready to go home. But we needed to tell our director that we may not be at the concert. We stop to tell him and he tells us to audition anyway. As soon as L5 said we weren't auditioning, all of my pep talks were thrown out the window. WHAT? You want me to do what? Now? No prepping? AHHHH!
We sit, and wait our turn, and I'm going to go first. Lots of people are going, and they sound good and I'm just sitting there and my throat is getting drier and drier, and I'm totally freaking out, and I keep eying the door, but my turn is getting closer and closer. I notice that the podium is not down as far as it goes. Only being 5'2", I decide that I will lower the podium the rest of the way and go. As I walk towards the podium, I reach down to move it... and it doesn't move. It's as low as it goes. That means I'm going to look like a 5 year old with my hands up to my chest standing on my tip-toes to see over the podium. This is where the normal freak out Paily comes out. This is what happens: Everyone looks at me funny cause I tried to move the podium. So I have to explain it. Then I see a little stool for the short kids, and I ask if I can use it. At this point I am talking as quickly as possible and not breathing, and my mouth is as dry as if I had been sucking on saltine crackers for the last 3 hours. A nice guy gets the stool for me, and I'm giggling cause I'm nervous. I stand up on my little stool and explain my shortness again, and say my name. One man asks for clarification on my last name and I say it again. Then I go off on how it's Danish... or is it Swedish... Well it used to be this, but then it got changed, but this is how you spell it, cause my great-great grandfather (insert a few more greats) was from one place and I should have just pulled out my 4 generation pedigree chart. Do they care? Nope. Not really. Then I'm sure to inform them that I'm cute... cause that has to do with anything.... I sang. It was fun. I made some people smile. There is no way in anything that I will get it. I feel good about that option. But really... Why do I talk so much, so fast. These are nice men. They were just smiling and laughing. If I were them, I would have been searching for that crazy girl's mute button. Seriously.
So that's my story. I totally freaked out. Ha ha. I'm sure I'll laugh more about it later. But for any of you that know me, just picture me in standard freak out stage. Yep. It was pretty cool. Someday maybe you can be as cool, calm and collected as I am. Keep trying. You'll get there. :P
(You will notice this is run on and crazy. I'm not editing it to make it different. It will give you a hint of how I really felt. Scary, eh?)
And, also, on a completely unrelated note... If you have a headache, and go for a ride in my car, I have 16 ibuprofen floating around. Just let me know how many you use so I can know what I have left. :)
We sit, and wait our turn, and I'm going to go first. Lots of people are going, and they sound good and I'm just sitting there and my throat is getting drier and drier, and I'm totally freaking out, and I keep eying the door, but my turn is getting closer and closer. I notice that the podium is not down as far as it goes. Only being 5'2", I decide that I will lower the podium the rest of the way and go. As I walk towards the podium, I reach down to move it... and it doesn't move. It's as low as it goes. That means I'm going to look like a 5 year old with my hands up to my chest standing on my tip-toes to see over the podium. This is where the normal freak out Paily comes out. This is what happens: Everyone looks at me funny cause I tried to move the podium. So I have to explain it. Then I see a little stool for the short kids, and I ask if I can use it. At this point I am talking as quickly as possible and not breathing, and my mouth is as dry as if I had been sucking on saltine crackers for the last 3 hours. A nice guy gets the stool for me, and I'm giggling cause I'm nervous. I stand up on my little stool and explain my shortness again, and say my name. One man asks for clarification on my last name and I say it again. Then I go off on how it's Danish... or is it Swedish... Well it used to be this, but then it got changed, but this is how you spell it, cause my great-great grandfather (insert a few more greats) was from one place and I should have just pulled out my 4 generation pedigree chart. Do they care? Nope. Not really. Then I'm sure to inform them that I'm cute... cause that has to do with anything.... I sang. It was fun. I made some people smile. There is no way in anything that I will get it. I feel good about that option. But really... Why do I talk so much, so fast. These are nice men. They were just smiling and laughing. If I were them, I would have been searching for that crazy girl's mute button. Seriously.
So that's my story. I totally freaked out. Ha ha. I'm sure I'll laugh more about it later. But for any of you that know me, just picture me in standard freak out stage. Yep. It was pretty cool. Someday maybe you can be as cool, calm and collected as I am. Keep trying. You'll get there. :P
(You will notice this is run on and crazy. I'm not editing it to make it different. It will give you a hint of how I really felt. Scary, eh?)
And, also, on a completely unrelated note... If you have a headache, and go for a ride in my car, I have 16 ibuprofen floating around. Just let me know how many you use so I can know what I have left. :)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Dancing Buckets
So I'm one of those annoying bloggers that makes you listen to her music. These are just some amazing songs. I thought I would tell you a little bit about them. I just set it to come on in a random order, so I can't really list them in the right order here. But I think you're smart. You can win this matching game :)
First let's talk about "Put Your Record On". This is one of my power songs. It is all about how we are amazing, and we can dance and sing, and not care about what anyone thinks. Well, atleast that's how I see it. One, I just like it. It makes me happy. Two, it is SO true! Why do we worry about what others think of us? I mean, we need to try not to be jerks, but why should I care if you like... my shoes (which by the way are super cute)? I'm me. Take it or leave it. I know I'm not perfect, but you can love me anyway, cause I love you. So there.
Next we have "Goodbye Waves and Driveways". This song is sad. But I think it's beautiful. I know, he gets a little into it at the end, and at least 2 of my sisters L6 and L7 really don't like that. But it just has so much heart in it. Granted, it's a breaking heart, but it is beautiful nonetheless. It also has a great message it in. The singer knows that they are messing up. But if they would stop being so selfish and really listen to the other person, they could fix it. There are some very poetic lyrics such as "We both know there's so much love clenched in our fists" or "That just to say I'm right, you're wrong, we both lose to win". Deep.
Another sad song is "Chasing Pavements". Now, I just love this lady's voice. She is from England, and when she talks about chasing pavements, she is talking about running down a sidewalk. The story behind the song is: she had just gotten in a fight with a boyfriend. As she was running down the sidewalk (pavement) she was trying to figure out what to do. Does she give up on the relationship? Should she keep trying, even though she doesn't know the end result? Good questions. I don't know the answer, but I'm not there anyway. I know, not so happy, but I still like it.
Lastly, (on a side note, I love that word) we have "A Beautiful Mess". This is so sappy. It kind of relates to "Put Your Records On" in that, he loves this girl for her idiosyncrasies. Sometimes they fight, but he loves her. Way to be dude! No one is perfect, so we need to love people for everything they are. And we have another amazing voice.
So there you have it. That's my playlist. Not that you really wanted to learn about these songs, but you didn't have to read this. Unless, there is some random gunman making you do it, cause he's illiterate and he's madly inlove with me so he MUST know what I have written. If that is the case, you made the right choice. But sir... you don't really know who I am, and stop threatening my friends. It's never going to work. But you have a sweet spirit. You're a mighty fine carrot. You are just not my rutabaga.
First let's talk about "Put Your Record On". This is one of my power songs. It is all about how we are amazing, and we can dance and sing, and not care about what anyone thinks. Well, atleast that's how I see it. One, I just like it. It makes me happy. Two, it is SO true! Why do we worry about what others think of us? I mean, we need to try not to be jerks, but why should I care if you like... my shoes (which by the way are super cute)? I'm me. Take it or leave it. I know I'm not perfect, but you can love me anyway, cause I love you. So there.
Next we have "Goodbye Waves and Driveways". This song is sad. But I think it's beautiful. I know, he gets a little into it at the end, and at least 2 of my sisters L6 and L7 really don't like that. But it just has so much heart in it. Granted, it's a breaking heart, but it is beautiful nonetheless. It also has a great message it in. The singer knows that they are messing up. But if they would stop being so selfish and really listen to the other person, they could fix it. There are some very poetic lyrics such as "We both know there's so much love clenched in our fists" or "That just to say I'm right, you're wrong, we both lose to win". Deep.
Another sad song is "Chasing Pavements". Now, I just love this lady's voice. She is from England, and when she talks about chasing pavements, she is talking about running down a sidewalk. The story behind the song is: she had just gotten in a fight with a boyfriend. As she was running down the sidewalk (pavement) she was trying to figure out what to do. Does she give up on the relationship? Should she keep trying, even though she doesn't know the end result? Good questions. I don't know the answer, but I'm not there anyway. I know, not so happy, but I still like it.
Lastly, (on a side note, I love that word) we have "A Beautiful Mess". This is so sappy. It kind of relates to "Put Your Records On" in that, he loves this girl for her idiosyncrasies. Sometimes they fight, but he loves her. Way to be dude! No one is perfect, so we need to love people for everything they are. And we have another amazing voice.
So there you have it. That's my playlist. Not that you really wanted to learn about these songs, but you didn't have to read this. Unless, there is some random gunman making you do it, cause he's illiterate and he's madly inlove with me so he MUST know what I have written. If that is the case, you made the right choice. But sir... you don't really know who I am, and stop threatening my friends. It's never going to work. But you have a sweet spirit. You're a mighty fine carrot. You are just not my rutabaga.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I'll Fix It.... Tomorrow.
Once upon a time, there was a road show. I wasn't actually in said road show, nor did I see it. But I did hear about one of the songs. Unfortunately, this song has currently become one of my theme songs. It went a little bit like this: "Procrastination.... has a hold on me" Seriously. I'm having issues. There are just too many fun things to do. My cute niece and nephew are visiting and they are always an adventure. Whether it's streaking across the house, dancing, giggling, trying to put the fallen petals back on the poinsettias, or something else. They are always a party. Who wants to unpack when you have that sort of fun? And my sister has the first two seasons of Perfect Strangers on DVD. Remember moments like this?
And to top it all off... One of my nieces got married last tuesday. After the reception, there was a lot of extra food. My sister then brought it down the next day to our New Year's Eve party. She left it all. Don't you worry, it wasn't a healthy celery and carrot stick kind of reception. Nope, there was hot chocolate, lots of mints and doughnuts. Plus we still have leftover pizza from our party. Let's just say any resolutions I may have thought about making aren't working out so well. But I'm having fun! What more could you ask for? I'm going to fix it.... tomorrow. Yeah, that's right.
And to top it all off... One of my nieces got married last tuesday. After the reception, there was a lot of extra food. My sister then brought it down the next day to our New Year's Eve party. She left it all. Don't you worry, it wasn't a healthy celery and carrot stick kind of reception. Nope, there was hot chocolate, lots of mints and doughnuts. Plus we still have leftover pizza from our party. Let's just say any resolutions I may have thought about making aren't working out so well. But I'm having fun! What more could you ask for? I'm going to fix it.... tomorrow. Yeah, that's right.
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