I’m lucky to have family that lives close to me. Do I see them a lot? Ha, no but that’s another story. Anywho, my cousins on my mom’s side are all stair steps. My brother was first, then Tom, Albert, ME!, Nick and Will. Nick and I are eleven months apart and some change. I’m older, that sucks, he’s smarter, that sucks, but I dress better. Ha, I’m the female I must say that.
Okay, way off topic, anyway a few years ago, Nick was dating a wonderful girl named Jennifer. I met her several times and absolutely loved her. When someone meets your family and still likes you, that’s a plus. The relationship wasn’t meant to be, but Jen and I have stayed in contact mostly in part we’re addicted to facebook and twitter. I adore her and am amazed each day how much in common we have.
We both love to read, we love music, singing in a car is a must and we’re both trying to have a baby. Ha, just checking if you’re truly reading this, okay so some of it we don’t have in common.
A few weeks back, Jen complained that she had to see a specialist because her voice had gone hoarse. Well, what do you know, three years ago I had the same thing! I did all sorts of tests, blood work, had a nice ultrasound on my thyroid where the tech said it was the prettiest one she’d ever seen and knew there was no way I had issues there. (Note to self, next time you meet a guy, hey, how you doin? I have a pretty thyroid). (You can read all about her deal, HERE ) Mine turned out to be nothing and thankfully after only a few more months, my voice is now normal. Jen wasn’t as lucky. Her vocal chords are pretty busted and she was given this to do.
No talking for a month.
Do what?!?
I live alone so it’s possible that from 5 in the evening on until 8:30 the next morning, I could be silent. Does it happen, rarely. I talk to myself constantly. I talk to people constantly. I think I was meant to talk to everyone in the world.
The biggest problem I would have is singing. No, I’m nowhere near American Idol ready, but I love to sing in my car. LOUDLY. I don’t listen to the radio on my way to work because I can’t stand talking, ha that’s funny. But I plug my Iphone in, select a playlist according to my mood, and jam the 27 minutes it takes me to drive to work.
I couldn’t imagine not talking. I’d go stir crazy.
I follow her blog religiously and she’s had a lot of support for her month of silence. I forced my friends to help me out today, not really, they were happy to do it.
Stacey.
Sara, who was devastated to think of not singing in the car. Hell, she sings to me at work.
And of course me.
Get well soon, Jen! You’re one of my favorites! Hell, we’re twesties!!