Having One of THOSE Moments...

I had a GREAT night last night. I was off from work and worked on music pretty much all night. I came home exhausted. Overwhelmed really with all the information that was thrown at my music partner and I. Where do we see ourselves in 6 months? Where do we see ourselves in 5 years? It's weird. I guess we just love writing the music and doing what we're passionate about, that we never thought about what we really wanted to do with the music when all is said and done. Do we want to be a duo? Do we want to perform live? Do we want to just try to sell? Are we going to record demo, an EP, or a full length? Do we want a producer? Do we want...? Just all overwhelming and extremely exciting. I'm starting to look into things deeper. I'm starting to feel very open and more positive to any experience that can come from it all.

It's also all very humbling. I've been around music practically my whole life. I was in band and chorus (yup, I was that type of dork growing up, and i'm very proud of it) from 3rd grade until 12th. But listening to people who live music talk, is just soooo humbling. I can read music. I can find my middle C on a piano and I could play you all the scales, but I don't "hear" what my partner hears. I can't say oh that's a "D" or that was played in this chord. I love music. I appreciate people who can do all that. Hopefully, being around it more and more I'll start to pick things up again or pick things up that I never had. When I hear a song on the radio I only really pay attention to the lyrics. Is that weird? Right now i'll just stick to being my dorky self with my notebook, headphones, and pen.

After about 5 hours of music last night, I felt so wired and excited about things to come and the decisions we have to make. To say the least, I couldn't sleep. I took a melatonin pill and I think it helped me a tad. Although I had a 4:30am wake up that I could have skipped because I was awake from that point on. Thank God for I Love Lucy episodes at 5am. They just never get old. But one thing kept running through my head. It's January and my birthday is in May, but for some reason I can't get it out of my head that i'm going to be 29 this year! I can't believe it. I can't believe how time is flying. I can't believe how fast it's all going by and I'm just trying to stay on top of it all. I don't think it helped that I saw that Cindy Crawford commercial for the miracle skin cream stuff she sells. I'm not going to lie, I bought it. I couldn't help it, for the first 500 callers it was a remarkable price of only $39.95! HaHa! I'm pretty sure once I fell back asleep and woke back up, I regretted buying it, but then again, I still woke up with this overwhelming feeling that thirty is just around the corner. I'd like to take thirty into a back alley somewhere and beat the shit out of it, but let's be honest, thirty would probably kick my ass. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Damn you twenty-nine! Damn you for sneaking up on me!

I've got so much going through my mind. I've got to find my track again. It'll happen. I hear God works in mysterious ways, but I'd love it if God was more of a showy out in the open kinda guy, but then again He was that way in the Old Testament and that was kinda scary. I guess I'll have to just keep the faith. He's always got a plan, right?

Hopefully, this Cindy Crawford stuff keeps me looking young enough to keep this journey going for a really really long time.

I'm the Oldest Young Person You Know...

That's what I've been told.  That I'm the oldest young person that most people know.  I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or if it just means that I act like a boring old lady.  I mean, I do.  Kinda.  I mean, I am.  Kinda.  But that's completely fine with me.  

I can tell you that at least once a week someone tells me that I should have been a twenty-something in the 1940's or the 1950's.  My mom is usually the one dishing that one out, but tons of my customers do too.  I could wear a dress everyday of my life and be completely fine with it.  Even in the dead of winter I'll make due with some tights and boots.  I think I've found a style that finally suits me.  It only took me until I was 26 to figure it out.  I mean what's wrong with fondness for old lady sweaters and vagabond knitted hats?  Anything with a touch of vintage charm is completely perfect for me.

Or is it my clip on earrings and old lady charm?  Maybe it's the earring of the month club.  I'm not exactly sure.  Maybe it's my librarian attitude?  Or the Modcloth shopping that includes my little dress shopping habit.  Or my new favorite site Ruche.

Maybe it's having the 40's on four on Sirius playing every time I'm in the car (sorry hubby, I can't help it!).  Ya gotta love some Glenn Miller Band.

All I know is that I take it as a compliment.  I think I'd make my Grama a proper companion back in the day.  Just sitting drinking tea and bullshitting with the girls and doing the least amount of housework possible (minus Grama's pesky cigarette habit that she had back then).

The other day when my hubby caught me getting out of the shower, he also saw me in my favorite little item I picked up about a month ago.

It possibly could cross the limit of the old lady charm.  Personally, I think my shower cap is stunning!  At least as stunning as a shower cap can possibly be.  I mean he might have asked me if I was eighty, but I don't think many eighty-year olds can rock a shower cap quite like I do. 

Now, if I start wearing rain caps on outside, then I might have a problem.  Is there an I Love Lucy or Golden Girls episode I could reference for help with this problem?  If there is, maybe I should re-watch it for the 100th time.  Then again, maybe those shows are what caused my problem.  Damn TV.  You always get the best of me!