Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Friday, June 24, 2011
It's the Weekend Again!
It has finally happened. I am finally experiencing that “feeling” that runners talk about. You know, that happy, high feeling. I love it. Especially because it lasts almost all day. Without the slightest hangover. I did not run yesterday and I actually felt myself slipping into a weird place in the late afternoon. Not good. Got up this morning and did my two miles and now I can’t even remember why I was feeling sad yesterday. Well, I remember, but I don’t understand why I let something so trivial affect me.
Anyway, the weekend is here and it couldn’t have come a moment too soon. It’s going to be one of those weekends where almost every second is filled. I haven’t had one of those in a while so I suppose I was due.
Tonight I’ll be at the Art's Cafe to hear some jazz performed by the Relationship Jazz Ensemble featuring Jeremy Perigo. Really looking forward to this as I haven’t been really out in ages.
On Saturday I’ll be having dinner at Tautog’s in Virginia Beach. The last time I went out for seafood, it totally sucked. I should have known better. Hopefully, this place will be much better. I’ve read nothing but good reviews and I’ll be adding my review next week.
And speaking of restaurant reviews, I was contacted by Restauranteers because they want to feature my food blog on their site and list me as a top blogger. That’s pretty cool. I always appreciate an opportunity have someone else read what I have to say.
On Sunday I’m planning a long run. “Long” meaning at least 3 miles. I haven’t run that distance since the 5k on the 4th. I’ve been hovering at about 2 miles. I have to make sure that my mind and body are right for the next 5k on the 4th of July which is just … 10 days away! Yikes!
After my run, it’s going to be ALL about me: hair, nails, reading, writing, roasting a chicken, sipping on a nice wine and waiting for the season premiere of my favorite show: TrueBLOOD. If you haven’t seen the show, you really should give it a shot. I love it.
I mentioned above that I’ll be doing some writing. I started a manuscript a few years back (tentatively titled: Going Home) and then I became blocked. I picked it up again recently and printed out my 127 pages and began reading and editing it. I really like the story and I’m feeling inspired to complete it. Yay! There just may be another book in me. Who knew? By the way, I’ve started doing book reviews on The Next Chapter. I just reviewed Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain. Good pick, check it out.
The weekend is going to be jam packed. I think I also have to find some time to get a movie in. Anyway, I hope you enjoy your weekend.
One thing I discovered this week: I spend too much time thinking about what I want and not enough time rejoicing about all the things that I already have. And I have quite a bit.
Love you guys and thanks for reading!
Anyway, the weekend is here and it couldn’t have come a moment too soon. It’s going to be one of those weekends where almost every second is filled. I haven’t had one of those in a while so I suppose I was due.
Tonight I’ll be at the Art's Cafe to hear some jazz performed by the Relationship Jazz Ensemble featuring Jeremy Perigo. Really looking forward to this as I haven’t been really out in ages.
On Saturday I’ll be having dinner at Tautog’s in Virginia Beach. The last time I went out for seafood, it totally sucked. I should have known better. Hopefully, this place will be much better. I’ve read nothing but good reviews and I’ll be adding my review next week.
And speaking of restaurant reviews, I was contacted by Restauranteers because they want to feature my food blog on their site and list me as a top blogger. That’s pretty cool. I always appreciate an opportunity have someone else read what I have to say.
On Sunday I’m planning a long run. “Long” meaning at least 3 miles. I haven’t run that distance since the 5k on the 4th. I’ve been hovering at about 2 miles. I have to make sure that my mind and body are right for the next 5k on the 4th of July which is just … 10 days away! Yikes!
After my run, it’s going to be ALL about me: hair, nails, reading, writing, roasting a chicken, sipping on a nice wine and waiting for the season premiere of my favorite show: TrueBLOOD. If you haven’t seen the show, you really should give it a shot. I love it.
I mentioned above that I’ll be doing some writing. I started a manuscript a few years back (tentatively titled: Going Home) and then I became blocked. I picked it up again recently and printed out my 127 pages and began reading and editing it. I really like the story and I’m feeling inspired to complete it. Yay! There just may be another book in me. Who knew? By the way, I’ve started doing book reviews on The Next Chapter. I just reviewed Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain. Good pick, check it out.
The weekend is going to be jam packed. I think I also have to find some time to get a movie in. Anyway, I hope you enjoy your weekend.
One thing I discovered this week: I spend too much time thinking about what I want and not enough time rejoicing about all the things that I already have. And I have quite a bit.
Love you guys and thanks for reading!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, May 26, 2008
Long Weekend Follies
Happy Memorial Day!
I'm in my flannel pajamas, hair up in a ponytail, wearing my glasses, drinking coffee ... get a visual. Not very flattering but I couldn't be happier.
I want to be nicer.
And I think it's a shame that I have to try so hard to be something that seems to come so naturally for others. I can be as evil as a snake and I wonder why people who don't have to put up with me decide to put up with me. I'm not beating myself up ... I love me ... I just wish I were nicer.
This has been a long, hectic few days which is why I'm still in my pj's and not out enjoying the sunshine.
As you know my guy is a musician and somtimes he requests my presence on stage with him. I say I love to do it ... but usually I'm just not into it. The smoke-filled rooms, the drunks, the inappropriately dressed women ... I'm too old for all that shit. However, last month he asked me to reserve the 22nd (last Thursday) for him. He's making an attempt to get a consistent gig from one particular bar owner and he really believed my presence would help. Really? Thursday night? You know that's a work night, right? Of course, all this dialogue is internal. He rarely asks for anything so I all I said aloud was: Okay.
Thursday arrives and instead of going rocker chick and wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I chose a really cute summer dress which my guy actually picked out for me. I love the dress because it's long enough for someone my age and cut low enough to create an illusion. It's sexy as hell. I figured, even if I didn't feel like being there I could give the audience something to look at. I had only intended to stay through the first set ... about an hour. But the reception from the audience was so positive and I was having such a good time I stayed until the end. I got home after 1:00 a.m., got up at 6:00 and went on to work.
Friday night my guy was putting on a recital for his music students. He asked me to help organize the evening by making announcements, passing out programs and collecting student information sheets from parents. The recital was an opportunity for the students to play for the first time in public and be accompanied by a bass player and drummer. Sometimes I would sing with them. The families in the audience were so proud of their kids and you could really tell they appreciated all the effort. I told my guy that the opportunity that he is affording these children is invaluable.
Saturday morning I was up with the chickens so I could make my 9:00 facial. I love my esthetician. The economy is in the toilet right now, but this is one luxury that I cannot afford to give up. I've stopped buying expensive shoes and bags, I'm buying store-brand groceries and I'm bringing a bagged lunch to work. I'm doing my part so shut up!
Saturday afternoon I found myself on the bay again, watching the ships roll in and watching them roll away again ... B had an early gig on the deck of this restaurant so I decided to surprise him by showing up for support and of course he called me up to sing a few. I really wanted to come because he double booked himself for Saturday -- one gig from 5-8 and the next from 8:30 to 11:30 -- he was going to need help tearing down his equipment so he wouldn't be late for the second show. He was only five minutes late. I stayed for the second gig but only until 10:00 ... I was really tired at that point.
I had a little trouble getting up for church on Sunday morning but I made it. B and I both are part of the church band so there really was no question as to whether or not we'd make it. At the last minute I was asked to open the service with a solo ... so for the third day in a row I found myself in front of a microphone. I also made a commitment to our music director that I would come to the Sunday night service ... after we sang our four songs I scooted out of there. I came home and made some scrambled eggs and sausage for my daughter and me and just chilled out in front of the television.
I don't think I would have done so much running around if today hadn't been a holiday. But I'm glad I did. I had such a good time. I couldn't keep up that pace all the time but every now and then it's good to stretch yourself. Do things that you normally wouldn't do. It may surprise you how much fun you'd have. It did me.
I'm in my flannel pajamas, hair up in a ponytail, wearing my glasses, drinking coffee ... get a visual. Not very flattering but I couldn't be happier.
I want to be nicer.
And I think it's a shame that I have to try so hard to be something that seems to come so naturally for others. I can be as evil as a snake and I wonder why people who don't have to put up with me decide to put up with me. I'm not beating myself up ... I love me ... I just wish I were nicer.
This has been a long, hectic few days which is why I'm still in my pj's and not out enjoying the sunshine.
As you know my guy is a musician and somtimes he requests my presence on stage with him. I say I love to do it ... but usually I'm just not into it. The smoke-filled rooms, the drunks, the inappropriately dressed women ... I'm too old for all that shit. However, last month he asked me to reserve the 22nd (last Thursday) for him. He's making an attempt to get a consistent gig from one particular bar owner and he really believed my presence would help. Really? Thursday night? You know that's a work night, right? Of course, all this dialogue is internal. He rarely asks for anything so I all I said aloud was: Okay.
Thursday arrives and instead of going rocker chick and wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I chose a really cute summer dress which my guy actually picked out for me. I love the dress because it's long enough for someone my age and cut low enough to create an illusion. It's sexy as hell. I figured, even if I didn't feel like being there I could give the audience something to look at. I had only intended to stay through the first set ... about an hour. But the reception from the audience was so positive and I was having such a good time I stayed until the end. I got home after 1:00 a.m., got up at 6:00 and went on to work.
Friday night my guy was putting on a recital for his music students. He asked me to help organize the evening by making announcements, passing out programs and collecting student information sheets from parents. The recital was an opportunity for the students to play for the first time in public and be accompanied by a bass player and drummer. Sometimes I would sing with them. The families in the audience were so proud of their kids and you could really tell they appreciated all the effort. I told my guy that the opportunity that he is affording these children is invaluable.
Saturday morning I was up with the chickens so I could make my 9:00 facial. I love my esthetician. The economy is in the toilet right now, but this is one luxury that I cannot afford to give up. I've stopped buying expensive shoes and bags, I'm buying store-brand groceries and I'm bringing a bagged lunch to work. I'm doing my part so shut up!
Saturday afternoon I found myself on the bay again, watching the ships roll in and watching them roll away again ... B had an early gig on the deck of this restaurant so I decided to surprise him by showing up for support and of course he called me up to sing a few. I really wanted to come because he double booked himself for Saturday -- one gig from 5-8 and the next from 8:30 to 11:30 -- he was going to need help tearing down his equipment so he wouldn't be late for the second show. He was only five minutes late. I stayed for the second gig but only until 10:00 ... I was really tired at that point.
I had a little trouble getting up for church on Sunday morning but I made it. B and I both are part of the church band so there really was no question as to whether or not we'd make it. At the last minute I was asked to open the service with a solo ... so for the third day in a row I found myself in front of a microphone. I also made a commitment to our music director that I would come to the Sunday night service ... after we sang our four songs I scooted out of there. I came home and made some scrambled eggs and sausage for my daughter and me and just chilled out in front of the television.
I don't think I would have done so much running around if today hadn't been a holiday. But I'm glad I did. I had such a good time. I couldn't keep up that pace all the time but every now and then it's good to stretch yourself. Do things that you normally wouldn't do. It may surprise you how much fun you'd have. It did me.
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