That’s Not Something…

Last night was the first night I actually slept for eight hours in…oh…probably a month. It was in two separate stretches, but I’ll take what I can get. Some of you know that my thyroid likes to throw a little party once in a while and send me into “hyperdrive.” It’s exhausting. (Well-meaning) people always […]

Facebook: “We thought you’d like to look back on this post from several years ago…. when you could still eat those glorious Texas Roadhouse buns full of gluten and remained oblivious to your upcoming trip to the ER and resulting diagnosis of celiac sprue.” Me: “Well, that’s just mean.”

Nothing like trying to sing at the top of your lungs in the car on the way home from the dentist when half your face is numb and you can’t feel your tongue. Lots of lisping going on: “You’ve thattered my thpirit….I’m gonna live my life, you’ll theeeeee.”

Should I wear this for the concert September 10? It’s so comfortable.

That moment when you find out at the end of your three-hour rehearsal that your fellow band members heard you singing your little heart out the whole time (even though you moved the mic away from your mouth when you weren’t handing out instructions). We all know how I feel about singing in front of […]

This cutie-patootie (she’s one of the vocalists for the concert coming up) texted me this morning regarding our rehearsal tonight. Megan: “I believe I have all the music! If you could bring your hole punch….Also, I work 12:30-5:00, so I will be there hopefully by 5:30.” Me: “Just get there when you can get there, […]

That moment—well, lots of moments—when you play piano and sing at the top of your lungs from 3 o’clock in the morning until 6 o’clock in the morning (when you should be sleeping), but you don’t care because you are having so much fun.

That moment when you are on your way to a 4th of July party, jamming out in the car to one of your new (unreleased) songs, when you are suddenly overcome with emotion and start bawling like a baby and your husband pretends not to notice.   

That moment when you have had a smile perpetually plastered on your face for so many days in a row that you hope it returns to normal.

Ken and I just finished a tour of the Jack Daniel Distillery which included six samples of whiskey. (If you know me at all, you know I don’t normally drink.) We are now headed to a co-write. My lips are still a bit numb and I’m a tad giggly. Methinks there is another happy song […]