Moving On....

I saw my PCP and she said she'd rather have Neurology deal with my headache, so I have an appointment on Feb. 12.

On a lighter note, American Idol has begun their season and the auditions are as painful to watch as ever. I love it.

I can totally understand how people who sing really bad think they sound good to their own ear.

I'm the same way...or was. My step sister once told me I was a bad singer. I thought she was crazy until she pulled out her boom box, inserted a blank tape and recorded a song I chose to sing (I think it was The Rose by Bette Midler).

When we played it back, I couldn't believe I was able to hold a note...the one and only note I held while singing the entire song. It was then I realized I was tone deaf.

I guess I should've been clued in to how lousy I was when my neighbor came over to get his screwdriver back that my father borrowed. I was belting out songs from Side A of the Grease soundtrack when he came to the door.

I later found out he used the screwdriver as an excuse to come over to see if I was OK. He thought I was being raped.

Another time, during a beautiful summer Saturday, I was singing my heart out in the shower...with the window open. This time I was singing the Star Spangled Banner with vibrato no less.

I soon heard:

"SHANNON!!! SHANNON!!!!"

I looked out the window and saw my brother and his friends looking up to where I stuck my head out.

"SHANNON...SHUT THE FUCK UUUUP!!!!"

I was appalled, but soon thankful for when I looked to the side into our neighbor's yard, I saw a group of people looking toward the window laughing heartily. There was a BBQ going on and they could hear me!!

I still love to sing and sing out loud! I now make sure my windows are closed though.