Doh, a deer...

A birthday was survived, a weekend was enjoyed. Movies a-plenty. I whole-heartedly recommend both Ten Canoes and Pirates of the Carribean II. It was a nice family-oriented weekend (where my mother managed to push my buttons only a little by the end of Sunday). My guitar was guitar-ed (Violet Femmes on Mogadon), my hair was cut (exploded bob), a watch was bought (bling bling), plus some new clothes (boring but necessary).

Work is quiet, so I have set myself a project for when I am sitting twiddling my thumbs; I've bought some music theory workbooks and am working my way through. Just finished 1st grade, only five more to go (and won't they be doozies... I managed to scratch through on what I already knew, but from now on it's all going to be new stuff. Exciting, but the brain is a bit squelchy these days -- this will hopefully tone up the brain-flab a little).

What I'm about to say, I'd like to say in a hushed tone. Quietly. Quickly. So noone actually has a chance to hear it.

I'm going to have a singing lesson.

Yikes!! Talk about facing some really, REALLY scary stuff.

I am terrified of singing. I don't even try to sing when I'm alone. I mean, I am ALWAYS humming something, and making up silly songs to the cats, and always have a song running through my head, but what I mean is, I'll bung on a silly voice when I'm doing those things. I'll make a parody of myself. I never actually TRY to sing.

This could well be because I have a crap voice.

I've always been told I don't have a good voice. I know it. The rest of the world knows it. But what I am learning is, just because it is bad, doesn't mean I can't make it a bit better. Who cares if it will never be brilliant? I'd just like to have it be the best it can be. I'll accept my limitations, but to be so fearful of it, as I am now, that seems ludicrous to me.

So, I booked in for a singing lesson.

Ahem. I might cry. Actually, I usually DO cry when I try to sing. I think I have some weird ENT short circuit (ears nose throat). Which might explain why my nose often runs when I think of eating as well. Charming, huh!

So I shall be turning up, terrified, not able to let a peep out of my mouth, and crying. The POOR teacher!

I think this could be one of the hardest things I have ever done.