Listen to Me

Did you ever wake up in the morning, like usual, you turn over, check the time on the clock, happy to have a few more minutes, listen to the sound of your kids downstairs, cringe at a shout, stretch, then, suddenly-- you remember?

Then you lay there all alone and smile stupidly to yourself?

That was me. This morning.

The reason for my stupid smiling? This-

http://www.listentoyourmothershow.com/northernutah/

Last night, just before bed, I got an email. (Yes, I check my email A LOT. It's on my phone, so...) This email congratulated me on being selected for Listen to Your Mother. (jumping, squealing, maybe a victory dance)


My audition was such a coincidence that it surely cannot be coincidence. I was perusing the internet and looking at random ads on a local news site. I clicked on 'Auditions/Pageants', hoping I could enter a Mrs. Frumpy Utah contest. (Me in an evening gown and tiara? Dream come true!) And, there I saw an ad for LTYM/Nothern Utah. In a fit of overconfidence, I sent an email requesting an audition. I wrote my piece, went to the audition and felt good about it. I was glad I tried, stretched a bit. I tried not to get my hopes up.

That I was chosen was a surprise and an honor. I went on their site this morning and when I saw the other presenters, my feelings of honor changed to total intimidation- tinged with total excitement.

So, if you're in Utah, and would like to hear my rants about motherhood, the show is on May 9th at Thanksgiving Point. Tickets can be purchased here. I'd love to see you there, but, be warned, I may or may not be picturing you in your underwear.