Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Siskel and Mombert

My husband, Chad, and I have devised our own ratings system for new movies. It goes like this:
  • Would pay full price to see the movie
  • Would pay matinee price
  • Would pay $1 at Redbox
  • Would only watch the movie if stuck on the couch with the flu, and unable to reach the remote

For instance, after seeing the previews for the upcoming Land of the Lost, I declared that I would pay $1 to see it. Chad replied with, "Flu". Sorry, Will Ferrell.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Brownies and Bridezillas

The baby and I had the house to ourselves this past weekend. My husband was hired to run sound for four bands in South Dakota. While he was off doing that, she and I watched chick flicks, and baked brownies. Well, I watched chick flicks, and baked brownies. She nursed, played on her mat, and slept. It was a big weekend for all.

You know what show is totally addictive? Bridezillas. I get sucked into the drama of it all. My husband has been the wedding dj for countless brides, and we have yet to run into a bridezilla. An auntzilla, yes. A racist-father-in-law-zilla, sure. But no bridezillas. Maybe someday. That could make for some good blogging.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Jingle all the way

A plumbing and heating company placed an ad on Craigslist, looking for a jingle. I figured I'd give it a shot, and just sent a little ditty to them in an e-mail. How does one break into the jingle business, I wonder? I would enjoy being a Charlie Harper. I mean writing jingles, and wearing cool shirts--not the promiscuity, and crazy stalker neighbor.

Monday, May 11, 2009

You know what would be a good band name?

Quantum Burrito.

I thought up that one during a 3am feeding.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! We had a lovely one here. My darling husband (who is also in the band, by the way) took the baby and me on a paddleboat cruise of the Mississippi River, and then out for dinner. And the baby was an absolute angel the entire time. She was perfectly happy to look at the river, and to charm the people on the boat. It was a wonderful first Mother's Day. And now she is asleep, her daddy is at a Testament concert, and I'm going to end my day in a bubble bath with chocolate.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

The glamorous rockstar life

So yesterday, I'm getting ready for our gig. This used to entail picking out an outfit, doing my hair and makeup, and making sure I had a set list. With the wee one, it now involves doing a load of laundry, running the dishwasher, cleaning the house for the sitter, feeding the baby, prepping bottles for the evening, changing the baby, dressing myself, changing myself after discovering spit-up down my back, changing the baby after diaper blow-out, hair, makeup, and set list. Then off to the show, where my boobs steadily turn rock hard and painful. Back home afterward, where my sweet baby is asleep, and I immediately attach myself to the breast pump for some relief. Then I fall into bed, only to be woken by the hungry lass a couple hours later. It's like I'm a singing vending machine. You want milk? I got it. You want the backup vocals for "Highway to Hell"? Can do.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Test one, test two

This thing is on! The internet works! A very sweet friend read of my plight, and offered to watch the baby!

Ok, now I'm looking for more moms to hop on board, and share their thoughts on balancing baby and band. Do other people take their baby to band practice, or is that just me? What about pumping during a gig? Does "Sweet Child of Mine" make you long to be back at home?

Badass Mother

Ok, we are 30 hours away from the gig, and still no luck. I've tried friends, kids of friends, family, and neighbors. I'm pretty sure the bar would frown on me bringing the baby in there (maybe with a fake id?), so I need to find a sitter stat!

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Jen, you look smokin' hot in that picture. Were you four months pregnant at the time?". You're sweet. And yes, I was. If you look closely, you'll note that the jeans do not zip up all the way. I was on the cusp of maternity wear at the time. And let me just say, if this blog explodes with popularity (and why wouldn't it?), I'd like to include info on where to find stage-worthy maternity clothes. I was reduced to wearing maternity jeans, t-shirts, and a hoodie from Hot Topic to our gigs. It was ok, but not as badass as I'd have liked. Because I am one badass mother.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Because she lacks the motor skills to be a roadie

As a mom who is in a rock band, I am facing a unique challenge: to find a sitter I trust with my 3 month old, and who is cool with staying at my house until 3:00 in the morning. There have to be other rockin moms out there with the same dilemma. I propose that we seek each other out, share ideas about balancing childcare and gigs, and maybe even recommend good sitters around the Twin Cities. Or beyond. Hell, this is the internet, after all. I hear it's getting to be quite popular.