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I woke this morning at six a.m. as if I was electrocuted. My hair in every direction, one eye closed, with my back straighter than a plank. And I’ve been running non-stop since. JD begged me to stop acting like a pinball, but I told him today’s no laughing matter. I am determined to do everything on my To Do List. Everything. I depart for the tour tomorrow and will hopefully arrive in Houston feeling like my loose ends are tied up.
That means I’ll be packing like a mad woman (if anyone has tips on packing for four weeks, hook a sistah up!), going to church, editing yesterday’s wedding, repairing a pedicure gone bad, completing my presentation, trying to catch up on email, picking up my dry cleaning, and going to dinner with my family. When I look at this list, my stomach feels like it’s riding the Tilt-A-Whirl, but if I can make it to tomorrow with my sanity in tact, I’m golden. Well, more like tarnished brass after a good cleaning, but semi-shiny nevertheless.
I’ll be blogging yesterday’s wedding from the road (with many thanks to Apple’s Leopard Operating System, I can access my main computer at home from my laptop and I’m totally synched with my programs via Apple’s Mobile Me…holllllla!), but here’s a sneak peek of what’s in store…
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I sang loudly. In the emptiness of my car. With no one to tell me to hush. If you like pina coladas…and gettin’ caught in the rain… There’s no one quite like Jimmy Buffet to make my lonely heart sing.
JD’s been out of town for the past few days and I kinda, sorta miss him telling, asking, begging me to stop singing. I think I’m the next American Idol contender, but he thinks I’d get kicked out of a karaoke joint any night of the week. Whatever. I continue to sing loudly because singing makes me happy. Lighter. When things are swirling madly around my heart and mind, melodies bring me back home.
When JD arrived home today, I immediately started singing, Do yoooooooou like pina coladas…and gettttttttin’ caught in the rain… the minute he walked in. Before his bags hit the floor, he was rolling his eyes. But I don’t care. Because singing makes me happy.
And singing is so much less annoying than rubbing your spouse’s face in your armpit. Yes. Oh, yes. Because in case you’re wondering, that’s exactly what JD did to me last week after I sang him a song about how fresh he smelled after a late-night run.
It’s nice to know the romance takes on different shapes after a while. The shape of a c-sharp gone bad. The shape of girl trying to free herself from a warm armpit. And the shape of two people loving each other in spite of it all.
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I t’s in the way he speaks about her. His soft words accented with wry humor. Ken speaks of Laura the way most people speak of saints and legends. On the windy streets of San Francisco, Ken stood close and spoke candidly about his wife of ten years.
She’s really the world’s top three mothers…because, I mean, I think she’s Number One, but there may be one or two out there who may challenge her… Ken recounted how they met in college and fell in love, and decided to celebrate their anniversary away from their Georgia home and three fabulous boys. Laura described her boys with such joy and passion, and one can tell her love for them is a mere division of her love for Ken.
After ten years of marriage and growing, Ken still makes Laura laugh. Like a crinkled-nose-and-squinted-eyes kind of laugh, followed by a bashful rolling of the eyes. The latter is because most of Ken’s humor centered around his purported modeling career, his wife’s beauty, and his intense desire for her to Show a little more skin, Laura!
Laura and Ken, thank you for allowing me to document your lives and love. You showed me how good ten years of marriage looks with a good amount of love, laughter, and good old fashion desire! ;) Happy Anniversary! Much Love…j*
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| Ken...please don't kill me for posting this picture...it was one of my favs! ;) |
| Good grief...this is a woman after my own heart! |
| This is my favorite shot of the day... |
| Just before taking the following pictures, Laura told me they were kind of shy and often quiet in a large group of people...somehow, I don't believe her! :) |
| To see more of their session, CLICK HERE for a slideshow! |
M y good friend, David Jay, tagged me in a photo late last week on my Facebook Profile. At first I didn’t know what it was. No, no. I knew what it was, I just didn’t know what to do.
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The reality of touring the United States hasn’t settled in, much less the idea that I’ll be living in the tour bus with a group of crazy people for the next month. We all have separate beds (I call dibs on a bottom bunk!), but I have to admit I’m a little leery about waking up in all my crumpled glory and trying to say Good Morning without opening my mouth to talk.
Speaking of verbal communication, I’m more than a little nervous to speak to SO many photographers throughout the tour! If you’d like to wave signs, toot noisemakers, or do the weird Arsenio Hall arm-twisting thing (Hoo-Hoo-Hoo) as I begin my presentation, it’d be much appreciated. I thought about making shirts and passing them out before I gave my presentation. They’d read: Picture Me Naked. Talk about taking the pressure off!
Speaking of shirts, David Jay is looking for Showit Ambassadors for every city along the tour route. Not only are you credited with bonus cool points, you get a shirt to let everyone know you’re special. Kinda like the milk monitor. But cooler. To get more info, contact the tour manager, Crystal: crystal@davidjay.com
Lastly, I want to give a special birthday shout out to the lovely and amazingly talented, Jessica Claire! Last night a few of us joined her in celebrating her 20-somethingth birthday at the Melting Pot…to read more about it and see more pictures, you can do so on Becker’s Blog. Jessica was the magician behind the photo on the tour bus, so not only do I appreciate her friendship, I appreciate her ability to work her Photoshop magic on my grill! Happy Birthday, Jess, and I hope you're having the most fantastic day ever! :)
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| And in case anyone is wondering...yes...yes, I know I need to work on my posture... |
L et's keep this between us, okay? I have to blog this. Today. Right now. Because if I don’t, I will not stick with it. I AM STARTING A NEW DIET TODAY. Period. The end. I just got home from a delicious meal of fondue…melted cheese, a fresh salad, veggies, and—yes—chocolate. I was surrounded by bad influences tonight, but tomorrow is a fresh day. A fresh day filled with leafy green vegetables.
I think I’ll do sort of a cleansing. No sugar (sorta), no bread (of the processed kind), and no Ben&Jerry(on weekdays). Okay, it’s like a cleansing-ish. But I got to start somewhere. And that somewhere is here, Internet. Here, on the white carpet and air-conditioned hum of my living room. I hope.
Here’s to week of healthy living and wishful thinking of all things filled with high-frucose corn syrup, sugar, and fat.
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