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Dog House. Woof. Woof.

“Jon? Honey? Did you remember to take Wednesday off as a personal day?”

“Uh…No. Why? What’s Wednesday?”

Stunned silence.

“It. is. our. ANNIVERSARY.”

“Oh.”

“Our NINTH anniversary. We have been talking about this for a couple of weeks, remember? We were going to have time together instead of gifts? I got the kids taken care of? We are going to spend the day together in bed watching tons of movies and ordering in food and having lots of awesome “Relations” any and everywhere in the house? REMEMBER?

“Yes, but, um…”

“Um, WHAT?”

“Well, there’s a reason I didn’t ask for it off.”

“Yes?”

“The kids will be off of school after a half day. We can hardly relax around the house with them running everywhere.”

“I told you, I already arranged for them to play at my sisters after school and then they are spending the night with grandparents. So that isn’t a problem.”

“Um…”

“Um, WHAT?”

“Well, it’s…um…Our department Christmas Lunch…and…It was supposed to be last week, but they, um, changed it…”

“You mean a separate from the company Christmas party that we just attended on Saturday? You know, the one where I quelled my massive anxiety to perform with you for the people YOU work with?”

“Um…Yes?”

“But we had plans. I went over it and over it with you to see if you were happy with the arrangements. You have been coming home so late with all your consulting work that instead of gifts we were just going to spend time together. It’s not just some “Thing” or appointment, it’s our anniversary…”

“And it will still be our anniversary when I’m off of work.”

Silence. Horrible. Awkward, silence.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

Me. Singing. On video. Gah! (Oh, and there is a whole bunch of “Blah, blah, blah” about The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, green mucous, Britney Spears and nakedness, as well.)

I have had a very artistic and musical few days. Which is odd considering that I couldn’t even TALK on Thursday and that Friday was my first full day out of my sick bed. Today was the first day that I have been able to sing every note in my register in about a month. For being so newly recovered I certainly overtaxed my body and voice.

Friday: Musical theater rehearsal

Saturday: Judged district PTA reflection contest entries.(Felt sad that I could not give extra “Awesome Points” to the film entry that included tiny, fluffy BUNNIES!) Rehearsed for performances on Sunday.

Sunday: Three performances.

Yup. THREE. Two performances were at church services and the third was a big ‘ole concert.

Every year there is an interfaith Christmas concert held at the Tabernacle to benefit Cache Valley’s food pantry. Instead of money for ticket, there are big bins to leave food and containers for cash donations.

IT. WAS. PACKED.

There were probably a hundred plus people standing in the aisles and at the back. They even stood up the stairs that the performers use to get on and off the stage. It was crazy, but fun.

Two of the selections were conducted by Craig Jessop. For those who don’t know him, he is the conductor of The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, which is a pretty nifty singing group. He’s swell. I’ve sung under his baton quite a few times over the years and love working with him.

Jonathan and I do this concert every year and this year we were joined by my friends Mary Ellen and MacKenzie. We had lots of fun. I really enjoy singing with my friends and especially my husband, because it is one of the few things that we have in common.

Jonathan and I both sing well for the average person. We sound good together, but it is difficult to find pieces for us to sing because we are both low voices. Probably the thing that makes us stand out is our “Tone”. They are dark and rich and honey-like.

Sorry, got off track there reveling in my awesomeness.

We are always highly in demand during the holiday’s. We both come from very large, musical families, so we are often guest soloing or performing as “Ringers” in family members choirs, parties, business functions and church meetings. It’s fine, but it can make it pretty taxing, both vocally and schedule-wise. This year is comparatively light, thank goodness.

It was so reassuring to be able to sing tonight. It has been crazy scary for my voice lately. Thick, green mucous that resembled brain matter was my constant companion for almost four weeks. Do you know what that is like? I imagine it is pretty close to having to live with Paris Hilton and Britney Spears suctioned to your body 24-7. (I admit, that may be a TINY bit grodier, but it is a damn close call.)

Shudder.

Usually when I am sick, I don’t totally lose my voice. I was VERY sick during the Odgen performance of my role as Mezzo soloist in The Messiah, but I could stil eek through it. I would have been SCREWED if I was sick like this back then. They would have had to scramble to find a replacement.

Which reminds me…

*Begin of spectacular rant of insecurity mingled with a healthy dose of ego*

Ok, ok. I have had a few dozen emails over the last months to post a damn clip of it already. I have been hesitant because it is my classical voice, and it is not usually to most people’s taste. I can sing other styles, like my recording from “Wicked”with the other Loralee. It is pretty cool. If you aren’t into opera and like a lighter sound you should take a listen. Still, classical is what I am best at.

I also hesitate because of the sound quality of the recording. Don’t get me wrong, it is NOT the fault of our fab videographer, it is the fault of the theater. The recording was not piped into my mike, so what your are hearing is mainly my nasal core tones. A lot of the “Pretty” is not there. The orchestra is also off because the lighting in the first half made half of them blind. Poor guys.

That night was difficult. Sickness compounds a few obstacles that already exist for me. For one, as a low voice, it is very hard to project over a big orchestra. I also had such a hard time navigating between my upper and lower registers. (Which might only makes sense to you, and you and you. Sorry, non-vocal people! Oh, great. Now I am having anxiety that there may be some other vocal person out there that I didn’t link to. Please don’t stone me. It’s late and I am totally tired. I’ll make out with you in the parking lot after school tomorrow to make up for it. I’m a whore like that.)

I’m afraid you won’t like it.

Best to just lay it out on the table even though it makes me feel naked with vulnerability.

What? What was that, you say? Enough damn excuses and talk about “Mucous, this” and “Naked, that” and post the freaking link already?

FINE, THEN! See if I am ever vulnerable and naked in front of you again!! In fact, if that is the way you feel about it you can just go sleep on the couch and forget about seeing me naked for a damn long time!!!

Oh…Wait…For a minute there I thought I was arguing with my husband.*

Where was I?

Oh, yes…

Wanna see me sing in front of an orchestra while totally stoned on enough painkillers to down an Elephant and eleventyhundred doses of Nyquil in a kick ass dress?

HERE YOU GO.

(Freaking. Ducking. Hiding. Never coming out again. Well, at least not until tomorrow.)

*End of rant*

It’s sad how insecure such an extroverted individual can be, no?

Sigh…

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*Kidding. I never argue like that. I’m more of a “I’m just going to go out and purchase items that you don’t usually like me to buy as sweet, sweet revenge” type of person.

“Well”, this sucks…

There are three old houses on my street. We are the only houses in my town that are not hooked up to the city’s water supply. Instead, we use well water.

It has  pluses and minuses.

For example? One plus would be that I don’t pay for my water. When you have a tiny little house and a big ass complilation of different crab grasses and weeds that masquerade as a lawn you have to water in a desert inviornment, this can be a big help to the budget. It also tastes yummy. You just can’t beat good well water for taste. (And, yes. Ours is safe to drink.)

Then there are are down sides.

There is a lot of mineral build up that I have to deal with. Lime Away and CLR are some of my best friends. Our water pressure also kind of sucks. Especially at “Peak” usage time. The problem was helped a lot when we renovated our bathroom and got new pipes for the shower. Our old ones were clogged so much with Calcium that they were only functioning at 25% capacity.

There is another down side.

Like, when the water pump breaks.

It means that you have NO water.

It also means that there is no city repairman to come rescue you.

Even if you have a 2 month old that you are caring for. Even if you have two kids that “REALLY” need to use the bathroom. Even if you freaking start your period while you’re trying to quiet a colicky baby who projectile barfs in your hair, help with homework, communicate “Pictionary-style” for the fourth time to your neighbors that don’t speak English that the water is off because of a problem with the well, not because of something the you did. Even if you are continuously calling your unavailable husband while simultaneously trying to Vulcan Mind Meld a telepathic message to him that HE HAS TO PICK THE FREAKING PHONE UP!

Even if you have all these things going on, if you have a well, you’re pretty much on your own.

I’m hoping that we can sort this out by tonight. Luckily, I have a handy father-in-law and a very capeable husband.

If Jonathan manages to fix this problem? I may consider forgiving him for telling me to “Gird up my loins like the pioneers and just pretend I’m out on the trail!” after he heard my tale of woe.

Doubtful, but stranger things have happened.