Selasa, 03 April 2012
I’m such an idiot. Where to start with this story???
OK, Angel Baby’s all-star cheerleading team is going to be on the local news tonight for winning a national championship title a few weeks ago. Last night, Ms. Debbie, the gym owner, asked me to do the interview with her because she’s pretty sure she’s going to vomit on live television and needs back-up (and she’s prolly right, God love her, she’s a nervous wreck).
Since I’m going to have to go to the studio straight from work, I decided (in all my infinite wisdom) that I needed to leave for work this morning camera-ready. And since I don’t usually wear foundation, blush, etc., what makeup I have is probably at least 15 years old.
I smeared my face with foundation this morning, looked in the mirror and was staring at a geisha. Too light. Awesome. OK, I think I have some bronzer somewhere (also, 15 years old). I caked that on. And looked jaundiced. Six layers later, I was even and close to the right shade but literally looked like someone carved me from clay. Super.
So, of course, I had to apply a sh!t-ton of eye shadow, liner, mascara, blush and lipstick to actually bring my features back out of the clay.
I 100%, totally and completely looked like Tammy Faye Bakker. Husband just stared at me when I came downstairs. I looked him square in the eye and said, “Not ONE word. Do not utter ONE word.”
I then loaded the onions up in the car to take them to school. My nerves were shot, I knew I looked like a total idiot and the 437 things I had to get done at work today were reeling through my head. On the way to school, the old Juice Newton country love song, The Sweetest Thing came on. And while I am fully aware that this is not a song sung from a mother to a child, just as I looked in the mirror at Angel Baby, I remembered hearing this song just after she was born, after she and I had stayed up all night, and I cried my eyes out.
I said, “Hey, AB, did you know I heard this song one morning when I was holding you in my arms right after you were born and it’s always reminded me of you [voice cracks]….”
When I see you
In the morning
That ole sleep
Still in your eyes
I remember
All the laughter
And the tears
We shared last night....
And as we lie here
Just two shadows
In the light
Before the dawn
The sweetest thing
I've ever known
Is loving you
The song is just a-going, I take one look at my babies in the back seat. And completely lose my sh!t (hell, I'm about to cry now...).
And I have never
Been afra-aid of loo-o-sing
And I have never
Wanted love
To be a cha-ain...
I only know that
When I'm with you
You're my sunshine
You're my ra-a-ain
The sweetest thing....
I've ever known
Is loving yo-u-u-u
OK, Angel Baby’s all-star cheerleading team is going to be on the local news tonight for winning a national championship title a few weeks ago. Last night, Ms. Debbie, the gym owner, asked me to do the interview with her because she’s pretty sure she’s going to vomit on live television and needs back-up (and she’s prolly right, God love her, she’s a nervous wreck).
Since I’m going to have to go to the studio straight from work, I decided (in all my infinite wisdom) that I needed to leave for work this morning camera-ready. And since I don’t usually wear foundation, blush, etc., what makeup I have is probably at least 15 years old.
I smeared my face with foundation this morning, looked in the mirror and was staring at a geisha. Too light. Awesome. OK, I think I have some bronzer somewhere (also, 15 years old). I caked that on. And looked jaundiced. Six layers later, I was even and close to the right shade but literally looked like someone carved me from clay. Super.
So, of course, I had to apply a sh!t-ton of eye shadow, liner, mascara, blush and lipstick to actually bring my features back out of the clay.
I 100%, totally and completely looked like Tammy Faye Bakker. Husband just stared at me when I came downstairs. I looked him square in the eye and said, “Not ONE word. Do not utter ONE word.”
I then loaded the onions up in the car to take them to school. My nerves were shot, I knew I looked like a total idiot and the 437 things I had to get done at work today were reeling through my head. On the way to school, the old Juice Newton country love song, The Sweetest Thing came on. And while I am fully aware that this is not a song sung from a mother to a child, just as I looked in the mirror at Angel Baby, I remembered hearing this song just after she was born, after she and I had stayed up all night, and I cried my eyes out.
I said, “Hey, AB, did you know I heard this song one morning when I was holding you in my arms right after you were born and it’s always reminded me of you [voice cracks]….”
When I see you
In the morning
That ole sleep
Still in your eyes
I remember
All the laughter
And the tears
We shared last night....
And as we lie here
Just two shadows
In the light
Before the dawn
The sweetest thing
I've ever known
Is loving you
The song is just a-going, I take one look at my babies in the back seat. And completely lose my sh!t (hell, I'm about to cry now...).
And I have never
Been afra-aid of loo-o-sing
And I have never
Wanted love
To be a cha-ain...
I only know that
When I'm with you
You're my sunshine
You're my ra-a-ain
The sweetest thing....
I've ever known
Is loving yo-u-u-u
Big, fat, mascara-laden crocodile tears are running down my face, carving canyons out of my 6 layers of foundation and powder and the onions are looking like they’re contemplating jumping out of a moving car.
I pull up to the drop off, assure the onions I’m NOT losing my sh!t, throw them out of the car, try not to make eye contact with the crossing guard and drive away.
And this, folks, is what I’m going to look like at work all day and on TV tonight.
p.s… when I pull up to work, I realize that Big Daddy Boss (Bossman’s bossman’s bossman) is in town today. Excellent.
UPDATE: I was able to get myself somewhat situated once I got to work but my eyes are so bloodshot from the crying and ancient eye makeup that I look like I'm coming off a 3-day drunk. The camera is going to love me.