Happy St. Paddy's Day!

    B'gosh and angora! Which means "Scrub my Pot!" in Gaelic!  What's Gaelic?! Why that's the language of the old country-the language of our dear Emerald Isle.  A magical day for me all ready - a wonderful gig appeared from out of nowhere at the drop of a tam-o-shanter a decision had to be made-

    Plus CW is acting like an entrepreneur hocking green hats & flashing shamrocks, while I got thrown out of a bar on 8th Avenue for handing someone a flyer about the Hillbilly Hayride and when the bartender busted me the two guys and a gal at the other side of me brushed their fingers at me in the "shamey shamey shamey on you sign" suddenly I was the bad girl and I stood there all alone, savoring the moment and my pint of Stella.

    Finally leaving without protest, I saw the small circle of musicians at the end of the second room quietly strumming - something.  At least I hadn't washed my hair.

Progress NOT Perfection

    Well Scrub my Pot!  It's been a little while since I last "blogged" as ya'll say.  A LOT- A LOT has been going on since our mention in Country Weekly last November.  But it's all been pretty terrific.  The other problem is that I have treated this like it has to be so good so that you will LIKE the writing and that is not the point of having a blog.  You're supposed to just write what's on your mind that day and I have been a little too precious about the whole thing.  So enough of that--besides I think CW might put a boot in my butt if I don't just start writing all the time.  ALSO-when I do write I have to not always go on and on and on-brevity is the soul of wit-but Hey I never claimed I was that witty.

    What do you put off in fear of not being perfect?  Progress not Perfection - let that be our motto for the day maybe even for life.  XXO, Lindy LOO