Carina

Directv

I think we may cancel Directv with the Viacom 25 channel block drama. This kind of thing seems to happen a lot.

You shoulda warned me

I couldn’t find my Android Market icon on my Motorola Atrix this morning. I went alphabetically to M, no market.

Google, I really wish you would have told me before launching everything under a different name.

Google Play. I would never have guessed that name. I don’t much care for it either.

The river is our backyard tonight- wow.

The major difference between toddlers and teenagers is the nature of the stories you can and cannot tell.

Teenagers’ stories of misbehavior are only funny years later. Toddler stories are funny nearly instantly.

It probably has to do with the magnitude of damage they are capable of doing.

I am ready for my teens’ stories to be funny. I think I have a few years (or 5) yet, unfortunately.

It will make a good story someday.

I said no, no, no.

In the midst of being sick with what was yet to be identified as an upper respiratory infection the last two weeks, I dragged my sorry butt to work the day of the talent show after two days home sick in hopes of mitigating an unfortunate commitment.

I was supposed to be singing- and a coworker was to join me. I had originally hoped to do some sort of song and dance, and hoped to pull in more coworkers, but it was too late for any of that.

I hoped to talk the talent show folks out of putting me on stage, but without me they didn’t have enough acts.

This was unfortunate- I had hoped not to have to perform. We had not practiced, I was still a little hoarse, and we couldn’t agree on a song. My coworker kept suggesting songs that were vocally too challenging for me- or songs that I could not learn in the next hour before the show. Due to artistic differences, we decided to perform separately.

Also, all of my other work friends were anxiously anticipating my act. One of my friends sent me an email about it at the start of the week right after the flyers were posted around work. The flyers stated it would be “Carina and friends,” much to my dismay.

Standing up in front of everyone, I forgot to say the friends would not be performing with me- or make the joke about either the artistic differences or the needing friends that I had thought of making. Instead, I put the music on and sang “Rehab” by Amy Winehouse. My voice behind the mic has gotten a bit better lately. Not too long ago I met a women going through chemo at karaoke who gave me some advice that has made a difference when I sing at home. I muffed up the lines half way through, and garnered a good laugh from the crowd.

Before I sat down, I told the audience of coworkers, that it’s EASY to get up and sing in front of a room full of strangers (and a few friends), but really HARD to sing in front of a room full of people you know.

My coworkers joked with me that they didn’t even wait for anyone else to perform (I was first) and that they voted for me right away. I didn’t really care if that was true or not, but when they started stroking my ego about it, I started wondering if the prize was something useful. I’d take that for sure I told them.

I didn’t win, but that wasn’t my goal. It was a talent show for Holiday Food baskets, and the admission was a donation or food items. I believe it was a success and that’s what matters. The gentleman who wrote the blues song about our office (and sang it while playing guitar) really deserved the prize anyway.

What I didn’t count on was the number of my coworkers who took video and threatened to post it online. Also, there’s video on our intranet site. I have a feeling this may be fuel for blackmail later. ;)