Friday, December 7, 2007

Wow! It's Hard to Make Yourself Do THIS Everyday!

So, I'm flabbergasted that it's been almost 2 months since I last blogged! The time really does fly quickly. I have so much to talk about, I don't know what to talk about. I started a blog after I saw Lions for Lambs. I think I was going to call it "Oh For the Love of Tom!" I don't know what happened to that one. I was going to go on and on about how it was hilarious to watch Tom try to alpha dog Meryl Streep-- watch out Tommy you may hurt yourself. Anyhoo, I got interrupted and I now realize that I don't know how to retrieve or save a blog. So, now I have 2 unfinished rantings floating it blog ether.

Blogging on a consistent basis is hard. I am a highly disciplined person, yet, I say I have no time. I consider my self- esteem to be pretty high, yet, I get nervous. I ask stupid questions like: Will people read it one day? Do I want people to read my blog? What if I reveal enough small snippets of my life that some smart sucker will one day figure out my WHOLE life? I think that's the truth behind the resistence. It's not time. Really, I only need the mid-show commercial during Grey's Anatomy or Law and Order to offer something up. It's that I'm a coward. The best blogs I've read reveal the blogger to the reader even in the simplest, most innocent post. Some inane story that makes the reader say, "AHA! I know YOU!" I guess I'm not sure if I want to be that vulnerable. And then there's the "comment" you dread and secretly desire at the same time.

The flip-side is that blogging is also fun. And I feel like it could be addicting. As humans we are naturally addicted to tooting our own horns whether we know it or not. Whether we can admit that or not. So that's my blogging angst. I suppose I could blog myself right through that process. Come along for the ride if you wish.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

"She Is All That I Have Left and Music is Her Name..." Take 2

Well, I'm not always the smartest tech-wise. I posted again yesterday, but have NO idea where it is. I was talking about my music and my chick band... girl power, baby. Wanted to show you guys a pic or 2 and therein lay the problem.Some rookie manuever on my part and I lost the post. The dashboard says I posted twice, but I have no clue. Anyway, it's Take 2, enthusiasm somewhat diluted. Plus Take 1 is lurking and could make an appearance.

So, I have this band. After 5. I LOVE my music. I LOVE playing music. I wanted to be called "G-String", but my bandmates hubby wasn't amused. We ended up with After 5. Tame... predictable... ugh! But who cares about the name, it's about the music and we are pretty good. "Of course, she'd say that", you say. Well, I'm serious; we are not too shabby. You know why? My theory? Because we play like guys. LOL. I'm sure someone will find that insulting. I don't care, it's true. We play loud and proud, like we can get ANYbody in the room to be a groupie or a roadie. Cocky. Heh heh. Good music is like good sex. And though I should only speak for myself, I'm pretty sure we do both.
I'm still working on our myspace page, but you can go there to get our calendar, if you're in Honolulu and so inclined. My girls, Sharlene and Arlene:

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

A Blog Who's Time Has Come????


My Flagship Posting.

(SNICKER). I picked that title NOT because I'm a egotistical hot sh_t who thinks people should listen to my opinons, because I can change the world. LOL. Although, if you ask my sister and m'best friend Sharlene... ah, another topic, another day. Anyhoo, I picked that title because after MONTHS of talking about how I should blog to my friend Ryan, and after MONTHS of patient encouragement and the occasional restrained smile that tacitly says, "Lordy, just shaddup and do it, already!!!", I am blogging. I am diving in. I am ready to bare all-- vomit my innermost thoughts all over anyone who'll listen.

I am being dramatic. But, am also here. Blogging. And it is, even if no one ever reads this stuff, my time to speak my mind in this deceptively safe space. 8-)Laters.