Okay! I will do what you ask. But realize I'm just doing it because I'm crazy about you and for no other reason. I'm not doing this because I'm intimidated. I'm not intimidated, why would that even come up?
I'm glad that you said it doesn't matter if my band takes off. 'Cause guess what. Good-looking boys came and broke up the band. Before we even got to sleep in the park!
Naturally I decided to become my own band. (I'm in Taber and safe from getting side-tracked by a good looking man.)
It's not that there aren't good looking guys in Taber - there are. If you have a family member or loved on or know of a family member who knows someone from Taber - then I am of course referring to them.
I'm just safe from being side-tracked by them because of their great respect for "the band". It is the birth place of Travesty - which is competing in our nation-wide battle of the bands next month. Also, born and raised here and has made it big in country music is Dusty Litchfield. I have one of his first Cd's, but I'm sure that since he went to Nashville last year his next CD will be even more amazing - although I don't know how that is going to be possible to improve on what he has already put out there.
Back to my main point. In desperation I thought very hard about learning to play the guitar. I thought about it intensely for several days in a row. I willed myself to open the guitar case. I took the guitar case with me from room to room during the day and slept next to it at night - so it would be close by when I had worked up the strength to open it, take out the guitar and start practicing. Finally I realized my joy comes from listening to the guitar. So I sold it to an up and coming musician for half price. Eliza. My sister. So now all my sisters have guitars and they can all play them. And I can listen. And everyone is happy!
This is a picture of happiness as well as showing off all the things I can do in the kitchen. That's about it though. Obviously, if you are reading this you have made it through our blustery February. Good for you! It wasn't easy. But you did it and I'm proud of you. Talk to you again soon! Love, Julie