Monday, April 14, 2008
Help Me, Dr. Phil & the Winner of the Devotional Book
I hate technology. Because I have no techknowledgy. Thus, I know it's hard to see in the screen shot above, but the winner of Lisa Bergren's The Busy Mom's Devotional: 10 Minutes a Week to a Life of Devotion is none other than Cindy Swanson of:
Here is a snippet I stole from Cindy's profile: I am a radio announcer and voice-over artist by occupation. I love to read and write, can't live a day without music, dream of visiting Ireland and Scotland, and can't imagine life without a personal relationship with the Creator of the Universe. Cindy is a mom of three adult children and one grandbaby boy.
Cindy's blog is different from the average mom-blog.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
(Mom blogs, that is.)
I myself am of the mom-blogger ilk. I'm just saying, she's one of those multi-gifted, well-rounded, interesting people whose blog is fun to read, even though her children are too big to be saying cute things, and her grandson is too little to be saying cute things. So she writes about other stuff. Like LOST!!! And other deeper stuff, too. She's the bomb-diggity. Enjoy the book, Cindy!
And now on to serious marital matters.
Dear Dr. Phil,
Will you tell me if this is a "deal breaker?":
Yesterday, my husband, under the guise of helping our daughter critique her own hip-hop moves for an upcoming competition, set up our video camera on a tripod so that she could tape herself dancing. So far, so good.
After he helped Daughter critique herself, however, unbeknownst to me, he left the camera on and pointed it toward a pass-through space (like a picture window) between our family room and kitchen, where I was obliviously hacking away at some ground beef in a skillet. (My cooking noises approximate those of steel mill laborers in Allentown, PA.)
The result is a very long, very boring and very unflattering video of me in my worst clothes "cooking" (hammering) a meal, including taping all of my peccadilloes and idiosyncrasies, such as habitually clearing my throat and turning to walk to the refrigerator, forgetting what I wanted and then whipping back around like a Solid Gold Dancer. But the piece de resistance is an impromptu loud and off-key rendition of this:
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown - no finer place, for sure
Downtown - everything's waiting for you
After a while (this is what he claims) he "forgot" it was taping and left it on me while he and Daughter went to retrieve a book from a friend. In other words, I was not alone in my house when I thought I was. The camera was watching me like a peeping Tom. What if I had picked a booger? What if I had picked a wedgie? What if I had taken a swig of the Worcestershire sauce right out of the bottle?!
I feel so ... violated, Dr. Phil.
So please tell me, is this a deal-breaker, and if it's not, what is the best way to get revenge?
Everyone should be able to belt out "Downtown" in her own home without fear of being put on Youtube . [Not my real name.]