My husband informed me last night that no one reads blogs anymore, people are only interested in vlogs these days. Coming from an overly self-conscious and freaked out individual, you will most likely never catch me vlogging...mainly because the thought of someone judging my occasional outbreaks of adult acne, gigantic nose, long chin and stringy hair face-to-face when I CAN hear what they say is terrifying...I can't imagine what people would say about me in the privacy of their own computer space. So as paranoia sets in -- no I will never vlog.
This has set my husband on the conclusion that no one will read my blog...except of course HIM. :) I'm okay with that.
Despite my camera shyness and my strong desire to stay OUT of the spot light, it's funny to think how much I wanted to act and sing when I was young....er....younger. :) In my head I was a starlet on stage somewhere when I would be discovered and whisked off to Hollywood where I would promptly star in a major movie role and marry Johnny Depp and be set for life. Alas...it was not to be...but recently I have been discovered.
You would never believe it but I've been singing for 25 years, exercise my voice in many venues (including the shower, stoplights and highways), that I've been a mother for nearly 13 years and it has taken my 7 year old daughter (about a week ago) to discover that I'm a "good singer." Now I give nightly concerts of "You Are My Sunshine," "Hush Little Baby," a number of Disney tunes and any country songs that I can recall from my "listening to grownup music before Kids Place Live on XM" days.
I know that I have not been blessed with the amazing talent of Whitney, Celine or even Martina...but I do have a voice that my daughter loves. I'll never sell records, or even a single -- I mean...my oldest closes her door, politely...but it does get closed. But Lizzie and Austin got their room clean...the SAME room that I've been requesting they clean for the last 2 weeks...clean...CLEAN CLEAN...like vacuumed and NOthing on the floor within 5 minutes when I said it was too dirty for me to come in and not hurt myself to sing tonight. I wish I'd taken a before and after picture...I was amazed.
I can't shatter glass, fill houses, call birds, make rodents, forest animals and fairytale creatures abide to my will...but I can clean rooms with my voice...vacuumed, picked up and more than walkable clean. My children love my voice...or maybe they just love the opportunity to stay up the extra 20 minutes while I sing. Hmmm...now I wonder.
Hmmm, Maybe I should try that. I would probably end up replacing windows or even worse have to take the kids to the ER to get their ears repaired...
ReplyDeleteI read your blog. So neener neener, Doc. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd so what if you don't sell a million records. You only need to sell like 250,000 at $9.99 to be a millionaire. Taa-daa! ;)
LOL...The problem is -- selling 250,000 records to my daughter on her allowance -- considering that's my money that her allowance comes from...hmmm....'sgonna take a while.
ReplyDeleteI will definately read your blogs! I have missed reading your blurbs about life and the kids. It makes me feel "in the loop." And as I read, I can hear your voice in my head… of course it makes me miss you all that much more, but it's good to hear your voice nonetheless. Write on!
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