Tuesday, October 5, 2010

So I'm not sure how, but a funny thing happened on my way home tonight. I decided to sign up for voice lessons.

I've always wanted to learn how to sing. I mean, how to sing well.

I sing, but it's not pretty.

One time, I was driving down the road, singing along with Andrea Bocelli's Con Te Partiro - which is NOT an easy song to sing, I might add, especially since a chunk of it is in Italian and I have no idea how to speak Italian.

Anyway, I'm driving down the road, singing my little heart out, and I come to a stop sign. Totally forgetting that my windows are WIDE OPEN, I am belting out Italian with everything I've got. And it's not much.

I look over to my right, and standing on the side of the road are two waste disposal men, watching me.

Not smiling, not cheering, not clapping. Just watching.

Er, awkward.

The windows go up and I drive off, humiliated yet thankful that they don't know me.

Fast forward a few years, and I'm standing in church, joyously singing a praise song and the young man in front of me turns around very slowly to watch me.

Not smiling, not cheering, not clapping. Just watching.

Er, awkward, again.

Maybe I don't sing as good as I think I sound. Time for voice lessons. I have to stop humiliating myself.

I'll keep you posted.

*Wowee. This is my 200th post.

Since I haven't reached my first blog anniversary yet, I'm fairly happy with that number. That means I've blogged just about every other day. Thanks for reading my blog. You guys are great.



4 comments:

  1. No, thank YOU for blogging. You have the best blog of ALL of the ones I read! Really!!!! (and I read a lot of them ;)
    Happy 200!

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  2. Thanks, Annie! I enjoy your blog very much, too! It's very different reading blogs of people I know - I connect with them so much more. And it's fun getting glimpses into their lives. I love your photos and your thoughts and I'm so glad you are a consistent blogger!

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  3. How I love How deep a Father's love for us...
    I can't sing it because I am always sobbing when I hear it!

    Love Stuart Townend!

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  4. Donna, I do the same thing. It's an overwhelming message sung in this song. Someday I'll sing it all the way through without the tears!

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