Oh mah gah, you all. Blogger has changed EVERYTHING at once and I'm staring at the page trying to figure out how on earth to type a post. Come on, Blogger! Can't you go with the Facebook Model of Change where you make small but annoying changes every couple of days and then once or twice a year throw a somewhat larger change at us. This all at once nonsense has me running for my pen and paper. (The horror!)
Anyway... if you haven't already heard... and if you have, you've heard a zillion times, so sorry, but here's your zillion and one... this weekend is the
DC Listen To Your Mother Show. It's sort of like a poetry slam without the poetry. It's open mike on motherhood without the open... Or, more accurately, it's a "national series of live readings by local writers in celebration of Mother's Day." (Well, there we go. I could have looked at the website first.)
Fourteen women from the DC area are reading personal essays about motherhood, and specifically, in our show, about the mother as warrior.
It's GOOOOD, internet. It's really good.
If you are in DC, it's on Sunday at 2pm. If you are elsewhere, you might be able to
catch it in your city. (Click on Local Shows at the top.)
You can read the story about
how I ended up in the audition. I'm not a fan of public speaking. And most of the speaking I do currently is aimed at the windshield, but directed at children behind me. And instead of waxing poetic about motherhood, I'm generally barking at whoever has made us late for whatever we are currently driving to and how *I* feel he or she should better manage his or her time.
So I'm in low-level panic mode right now. I went out dress shopping... oh, hey... the day after
someone thought I was pregnant. You can probably guess that that didn't go well. I decided to wear a dress I already own, but buy new shoes and jewelry.
I won an eBay auction for the necklace I want to wear, I paid within minutes of winning and then explained to the seller that I would pay for faster shipping or whatever it would take to get it here before Sunday.
Then she very leisurely waited 3 days before dropping it in regular mail.
Ok then.
Then I picked out a pair of shoes on Zappos. And while I was changing my credit card on file (because HELLO, our number got compromised AGAIN), the shoes SOLD OUT. I kid you not.
So I ordered another pair. And then, a few days later, God bless you, Zappos, I got an email that the original pair was back in stock. And they sent them to me overnight. Because Zappos loves me even if the eBay lady doesn't. (And now now I'm caught in a vortex of indecision about which pair to keep. They're very similar, but one has hooker heels and the other has very practical wedges. Gah.)
Then, I decided that since I don't have a new dress, I won't have the necklace I want, and the shoes are completely flummoxing me, I would take myself to a fancy hair salon and get professional color and a fancy new cut. It was quite a treat, but of course, I'm having buyer's remorse because I cannot for the life of me get my hair to look anything like how it looked at the salon.
So I'm having a blowout on Sunday morning.
Anyway, Listen to Your Mother is going to kill me! Honestly, I can't wait to just get up there and tell my story and stop worrying about my hair and outfit. (I even thought about getting new glasses... I can only imagine how wrong that would have gone.)
Here's my goals:
Don't barf.
Don't fall.
Tell the crap out of my story.
I'll let you know how it goes.
(If you want to watch previous Listen To Your Mother Shows,
check here.
This one is one of my favorites. Mine will not be NEARLY as amazing as that.)