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.

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.

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.

You know what would be a good band name?

Quantum Burrito.

I thought up that one during a 3am feeding.

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.

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.

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?