Stage fright
I just emailed my husband a draft of my remarks introducing Mark Davis tomorrow night for tomorrow's banquet at the Worthington for PEO's state convention. I'm wigging.
I wish my voice was stronger. When I get nervous like that, my voice breaks a lot, like a teenage boy. It's why I went into print journalism. not broadcasting.
Anyway, Scott and I went to Group USA last night to find a new formal dress for me to wear for tomorrow night's occasion. (I haven't been to that place since high school prom days!) We found a pretty one, a black slinky dress with really pretty 'diamond' detail on the straps criss-crossing in the back.
The event in DC earlier this week went well, too. My coworkers are saying it was one of IPI's best events-- ever. Bartlett's been so nice to me the past two weeks I just want to hug him. In fact, I want to hug all my colleagues.
I developed a migraine Monday evening towards the very end of the reception, our final event that day. It took everything I had in me to greet and introduce the Ambassador, Congressmen, and Secretary, until finally at 7:30, I called it quits, took a few things and headed back to the hotel to suffer alone in the dark and quiet. My boss was so worried about me, he brought me tea and a plate of bread slices to help mitigate the illness I was experiencing, telling me he was going to pray for me and I'm his responsibility when I'm on those trips.
The headache and nausea persisted throughout the night until dawn, when it subsided to a tolerable tension headache. It continued to decline throughout the day, but never totally dissipated until I woke up on Wednesday morning. If everyone hadn't been so concerned, I woulda thought IPI was trying to kill me this last World IP Day. ;-)
Going to venture over to Vista Ridge before heading home to see if I can find some jewelry to go with the dress. Tonight we're painting the new walls of the kitchen. Can't wait til May 1st when all this craziness is over.
I wish my voice was stronger. When I get nervous like that, my voice breaks a lot, like a teenage boy. It's why I went into print journalism. not broadcasting.
Anyway, Scott and I went to Group USA last night to find a new formal dress for me to wear for tomorrow night's occasion. (I haven't been to that place since high school prom days!) We found a pretty one, a black slinky dress with really pretty 'diamond' detail on the straps criss-crossing in the back.
The event in DC earlier this week went well, too. My coworkers are saying it was one of IPI's best events-- ever. Bartlett's been so nice to me the past two weeks I just want to hug him. In fact, I want to hug all my colleagues.
I developed a migraine Monday evening towards the very end of the reception, our final event that day. It took everything I had in me to greet and introduce the Ambassador, Congressmen, and Secretary, until finally at 7:30, I called it quits, took a few things and headed back to the hotel to suffer alone in the dark and quiet. My boss was so worried about me, he brought me tea and a plate of bread slices to help mitigate the illness I was experiencing, telling me he was going to pray for me and I'm his responsibility when I'm on those trips.
The headache and nausea persisted throughout the night until dawn, when it subsided to a tolerable tension headache. It continued to decline throughout the day, but never totally dissipated until I woke up on Wednesday morning. If everyone hadn't been so concerned, I woulda thought IPI was trying to kill me this last World IP Day. ;-)
Going to venture over to Vista Ridge before heading home to see if I can find some jewelry to go with the dress. Tonight we're painting the new walls of the kitchen. Can't wait til May 1st when all this craziness is over.