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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Yet Another Female Moment

Late post today. Sorry about that. Anyway, first, let me respond to Yankeebob's comment on my previous entry:

Who is Danny Vaughn BTW? (No offense intended.)

*g* None taken, Bob. Danny Vaughn has become one of my favorite artists, and his music has been my soundtrack for BMO (remember the bar scene and Millie Jericho?). He has song clips posted at the Vaughn website under "Media"—you should pop over there and give a listen. Based on what you've posted in the past about your musical tastes, I think you'll like him and his band.

Now, on to my entry.

I have many types of female moments. There's the drooly female moment. The oh-my-god-I'm-dying-here female moment. The *insert happy butt wiggle here* female moment. And that's just a small sampling. This morning's moment could easily fit in either of those last two categories.

Have you ever had one of those moments when something so exciting yet unexpected happens and suddenly you realize if breathing weren't an automatic function you'd be laying dead on the ground?

That was me this morning.

It started out pretty normal — I got up, took my kids to school, then came home and watched a couple of TiVo'd episodes of Revelations. Preparing to hop into the shower, I made a cup of coffee, booted Rocky up, downloaded e-mail, and futzed around downstairs for a bit. I grabbed Rocky on my way to the stairs and started reading as I headed up to the bedroom. I hit that first stair and nearly tripped and fell as my gaze zeroed in on one particular subject line:

From Danny Vaughn

Nothing worked properly, and my mind was a jumble of scattered, incoherent thoughts. If I'd tried to speak, it probably would have sounded like buh buh buh buh buh or something equally as intelligent. I took a deep breath, realized I should probably be sitting down.

As I raced up to my bedroom, my initial thought was, "Huh. Probably just somebody having a good laugh." That idea pretty much disappeared as I read the e-mail. My heart started pounding. My hands started shaking. I read the e-mail again. And again. I picked up the phone and called Teresa. Very calmly (stop laughing, Teresa), I told her what I was looking at. Read the e-mail again. After leaving a voice mail, I finally got in touch with my other CP, Eve. I'm not going to detail those conversations—that would only serve to embarrass myself more than I already have here. Suffice it to say there was definitely a happy butt wiggle or two involved. *g*

So now, with a reminder from Danny Vaughn that I'm not alone in my battle against fear (and a few other inspirational, goofy smile-inducing comments), it's time for me to quit being a slug, get up off my ass, and finish those mss!

But before I sign off this rambling, probably nearly incoherent post, let me first publicly say thank you to Danny Vaughn for bringing a little extra excitement into my day. For pointing out things I already know but don't always remember. For reinforcing the wonderful things I've heard about you. But mostly, thank you for your music.


  • Just had to come over and post my big fat grin for you here too!!!

    By Blogger Teresa, at 7:50 AM  

  • Aww, thanks, Teresa! I'm still grinning, and as Kristin put it, a little floaty.

    By Blogger Lynn, at 9:16 AM  

  • That is so cool!

    By Blogger Dana, at 10:50 AM  

  • *g* Thanks, Dana. I thought so, too.

    By Blogger Lynn, at 11:13 AM  

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