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Yay...a new year!
Oooh, readers, I've been neglecting you, I know! And I'm very sorry for that. But I'm sure you're all too busy having fun in the sun to be on your computers. Or at least I hope you are. Anyway, it's been Christmas, so all I've been thinking about is where my mum's hidden my aunt's home-made rocky road, and whether it's weird to listen to my Britney Spears' Greatest Hits album (a pressie from my sister) baby one more time. Oh, I've also been thinking about a special boy who gave me two Joni Mitchell CDs and a Beck CD for Christmas. Oooh. But more on that another time.
So a new year is coming up in a couple days! Hurrah! I'm so excited. I love new years...they just seem so clean and shiny and new and hopeful. Do you guys have any resolutions? I have a few serious ones, but a silly one is this: I have to stop carrying so much junk around with me! You know, whenever I go out, I bring a massive pink backpack with me full of all sorts of things I don't need. Just call me Kitchen Sink Girl. If you can have pre-New Year's Resolutions, I might have already made mine...I'm trying to read the Bible more and pray more. I did some of that today, and it was SO GOOD- I feel really protected by God and His mercy.
So what better way to top the year off than a jaunt through Spacegirl Princess Carla's most embarrassing moments of 2004? Drum roll, please...
JEN'S WEDDING
Jen had asked me and my friend Hommy to lead the singing of Christian songs at her wedding in January this year. The wedding was at Milk Beach, in Vaucluse. Everyone was really late, so Hommy and I didn't get a chance to practice singing with the band. When it was time to sing, things got a bit tricky. Hommy and I were at the top of the beach, with our backs to the water, while the band (a little jazz 4-piece) were at the other end of the beach, on the grass. We were singing a song called "By the Cross". The band began playing, but because it was a swing rhythm and Hommy and I hadn't practiced, we didn't know when to start singing. So, like a coward, I waited for Hommy to start singing first. Unfortunately, Hommy began to sing in the wrong key. And, again, like a coward, I copied her, EVEN THOUGH I KNEW that were were dreadfully out of tune. We blundered on through the first verse until we heard our friend Bec's voice rise beautifully above our droning. Then we fixed everything up. But that wasn't before all of Jen's guests had stared at us in horror.
...BABY ONE MORE TIME
I sang an acoustic version of Britney Spears' "...Baby One More Time" in front of my old church, to promote a fundraising gig I would be performing in. Everyone in the congregation was all prepared for a serious Bible reading, but alas, I surprised them with my shoulder-wiggles and knee-bends and those weird nasal noises that Britney makes when she sings. My friend Andrew was accompanying me with his guitar, but no-one could hear him, because I had the mike and he didn't. Bummer.
TIDINGS OF COMFORT AND JOY
When I was in Gawler, South Australia, we put on a carols night. We'd practiced heaps beforehand. Unfortunately, someone had typed up the lyrics in the carols book all wrong. So when we were singing, we'd get half-way through a line, but then realise that we didn't have enough words to fit into the end of it. So Geoff and I giggled instead, and Marinka and Tim had to sing on in their best choir voices. Then we all sang the choruses really loud. It was like that episode of Mr Bean, when Mr Bean goes to church and doesn't know any of the words except for "Hallelujah".
Hmmm. I'm noticing a theme here. Maybe I'll avoid singing "Auld Lang Syne" (or whatever it's called) this New Year's Eve. |