contralto or carmelita or rizzo
hee! So close!
I was going to say that second is the name of the line in the music, not the voice, anyway -- I forgot all about mezzo!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
contralto or carmelita or rizzo
hee! So close!
I was going to say that second is the name of the line in the music, not the voice, anyway -- I forgot all about mezzo!
"I think this might be crazy."
I need to remember this terminology.
I did my nails!
The pellets have stopped and now it really is snowing.
I need to stop typing and let the clearcoat dry. This is too slow.
so that I could come home and wear my jammies.
My sistah in the after-work-on-Friday jammies!
Pajama party time! Woo! Getting out of my work clothes and into comfy pants now.
Is there a word for a voice somewhere between an alto and a soprano?
can also be called alto 1.
Pajama party time! Woo! Getting out of my work clothes and into comfy pants now.
woo! and I am now drinking a nice glass of red wine, listening to mozart and reading the second Vicki Nelson book. ahhh. wiggles warm toes in fleece lined slippers
in bed and warm = good
tickling in throat =not so good
obsessively checking ebay = fakey OCD
wanting water, but sitting on ass in bed = lazy
about to start watching tv for free that I've missed = happy making.
What does your evening =?
= cozy on sofa with blankie. Could be warmer.
Fresca = delicious.
Possibly going to bed early, which would definitely = good
Yes, comfort has been achieved. Red wine at hand. Watching previously recorded tv. although I am checking on systems running processes because work, she never ends
I'm just throwing stuff into a bag before driving up to the mountains to ski with my sister. It's going to be in the high 60s, so I am totally bringing the #50 sunscreen. Might be the last skiing of the year, which is too bad, since I swore I was going to ski a lot this year and it's only my second trip.
It was such a beautiful day I had lunch outside at a cafe and then splurged on gelato. Which, yum! But now I feel a bit guilty, and my diet won't improve over the weekend. Ski areas are not good for dieting--they don't really have salads, and the beer is a necessity.
evening= watching whatever is on the boob tube, rubbing Mister Kitty's ears and then fending off his amorous advances, glaring mightily at the fucking snow. And not liking what my sinuses are doing. Kinda afraid it is tooth issue. Resolving to call dentist monday.
My evening = eating cherry pie, surfing the net for things I want to buy next paycheck, listening to Falcon in the Dive from Scarlet Pimpernel over and over, and going to bed early.