My life resembles the soundtrack from the Wizard of Oz. Like the Scarecrow, I go around singing “If I Only Had A Brain.” But, wait! I do have a brain … in fact, I keep it in the living room so that everyone will see it. Unfortunately, it’s just a brain coral.
If I could just figure out how to plug it in ...
I’ve done something stoopid. I’m sure none of you have ever experienced a brain blip. I’m paying for my mistake right now.
See, every two years I have to re-apply for the Texas Commission on the Arts Touring Artist Roster (unless I don’t want to get many jobs as a storyteller). I’ve been on the roster since 1997, so it’s not a surprise to me. Last November, I gathered all the material that they always require and slammed it into a file … ready to go. I am soooo organized.
The application wasn’t on-line at that time, in fact it wasn’t available until the middle of December. No problem, right? I had everything ready. I didn’t have to fill it out over the holidays, but could wait until January. In fact, I didn’t even look at it. After all, I only had to type the information into those itty bitty boxes … right?
WRONG!
They changed the form! Although they don’t require as much information, they want dates (they never wanted those before). AND, half of my score is based on the audio-visual material I provide (which was taped last fall but never sent to me!). When I get it later this week, I have to get it edited, because the panel only wants to see four minutes of work “representative of my program.”
FURTHERMORE, I have to re-vamp my work website. Since they aren’t asking for all the written information, the panel will be grading us according to the information on our websites.
Yes, my friends … “life would be a dinglederry if I only had a brain.” Since I don’t seem to have one, life is a dingleberry.
Pardon me while I go breathe into a paper bag … I’m hyperventilating.
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Close your eyes, count to 10 and relax!!!! You’ll get it done. You are Shelly Tucker, storyteller extraordinaire!!! If you need any web help, holler. I’ll be glad to if I can.
.-= Jessica The Rock Chick´s last blog ..Blacker Than Obama? =-.
I wish I could get you to do the web help, but it’s writing all the “blah blah blah” about me that is the problem
Thank you, though.
Can’t help with the webpage – I can barely figure out my blog. But count to 20 & start with the stuff you know, then go dig out old paper calendars (that’s part of why I keep them suckers) and write out the dates you need. Good luck!
.-= Elizabeth´s last blog ..Kiddo’s Big Kid Room Redo for his 5th birthday =-.
I tried to take a deep breath, but choked on it
I’ll make it work, but thanks for the encouragement.
OK. You’ve completed your mission, right? You didn’t use up every brown paper bag in Texas to get it done, right? Now, I need one, that was so like me, I’m hyperventilating for you….
.-= Marcia´s last blog ..Helping, It Can’t Get Any Easier to Donate =-.
You are too empathetic
Okay this is too weird. For years my favorite swear word has been “dingleberries”. We even had a cat Bootsie Dingleberry. You are the only person I’ve ever seen or heard use the word dingleberry unless I picked it up when too young to remember the source. Is it a Texas word?
.-= Jamie´s last blog ..The Unending Battle =-.
Well, it is a nasty word, but I’m not going to explain it to you on the blog …
I don’t think it is a “native” Texas word. Must be one of those transplanted things. At least, I don’t want to claim it as being from Texas.
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