Keeping Up Appearances

I haven't got very far into this whole "blog" thing, and I'm thinking I may have gotten myself into something I wasn't ready for. Keeping up with a blog is a many faceted task.

First, you have to make sure you pay your internet bill. When you're a singing cupcake decorator like I am, this can be the most difficult part. I've got student loans, gas, electric, water, grocery, gas, public transportation, and hooker bills to pay. Where's all this money coming from? Add to that the fact that I have Comcast High Speed Internet, and we're talkin' NIGHTMARE!

I have been trying to close out my account from my previous address for over a month now. At first, I wasn't able to pay the full amount. Then, I was able and DID pay the full amount, but was unable to convince the cable company that I had. I've received bills for at least three different amounts, none of which were right. And now, with this recent encounter, I'm having to argue a bill that doesn't even have my name on it. Man, life is rough!

The second thing you need is good decision making skills. Do I right about my American Idol audition, my celebrity encounters, my Jamaican cucumber beverage, or my radio appearance? I can't decide. Normally, I am interrupted before I reach the end of the story anyway, so what does it matter?

Does anyone care that I was on Mancow's Morning Madhouse, syndicated across the US even in Los Angeles? Do you care that I spent hours upon hours creating a fictional town with a fictional mayor, fictional city councilmen, a fictional Annual Ghost Festival, and a whole list of fictional local businesses just so I could b.s. my way through about 5 minutes of radio?

Does anyone care that I became one of those people who embarrassedly went to Soldier Field and stood in line for hours waiting to audition for the number one show on television (when it airs)? Do you care that, in my opinion, it was one of the most professionally courteous auditions I've ever been to or that I got to take home an accidental souvenir?

Does anyone care that I went to a Jamaican Jerk Chicken restaurant and ordered a cucumber drink that tasted like--well, cucumbers?

Does anyone care that I saw Cubs shortstop (and back up third baseman) Nomar Garciaparra pushing a stroller down Michigan Avenue with his wife, Olympic Gold Medalist Mia Hamm? Does anyone care that as I was on the phone to tell my dad that I had just seen Nomar I brushed past Cubs pitcher Glendon Rusch?

The answer to all of these questions, likely, is no. And since no one cares, I have to think of even better things to write about. Sometimes I succeed. Most of the time, I probably don't.

Then, once I've come up with the "better things", I have to find the time. That can be difficult for me. I mean, where can I find the time in a week after 7-28 hours of decorating cupcakes and my addiction to A&E (I have a problem...but it's all worth it when you hear Bill Kurtis say "penis" without laughing about 800 times)? Then, when I do find the time and finally get ready to submit, I typically screw something up and lose about half of my post and have to recreate what was so ingenious when it came off the top of my head.

It is difficult, this "blogging". But I'll keep it up, as long as you keep reading.

Until next time...