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action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/thesuburbanlife/thesuburbanlife.com/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114I’m going to let you all in on a little-known secret about this suburban housewife. There is something I’ve always wanted to be able to do and be really, really good at. Something I currentlyattempt todo in the car, in the shower, while watching YouTube videos…<\/p>\n
I wish I could sing. Like really sing. As in “And you, and you, and you, you’re gonna love me…..” Serious talent. I channel Effie from “Dreamgirls” every night before bed, hoping that I might wake up with an amazingly gifted voice. And, every morning, I’m disappointed.<\/p>\n
I got to thinking about this tonight on the treadmill. I was watching, of course, “Dreamgirls” while running my 6 miles. Okay, it was more like 3 miles. Fine. I was walking. God, if you’re gonna push…it was only 2 1\/2 miles. But that’s hardly the point.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I was listening to these women with incredible voices and wondering why God blessed them with this specific gift. Can you imagine, and maybe some of you can, what it must feel like to just belt out a song and know that you’re not humiliating yourself? That people would want to sit and listen to you? You know, the opposite of sit and ridicule you? Seriously, if I had this gift I would be singing everywhere, all the time.<\/p>\n
“He-ah-ey-ah-ey-ah ba-a-a-a-bay….can you haaaaaaaaand me the reeeeeeeem-o-ah-o-ah-o-ah-ote???????”<\/p>\n
God, that would be sofreakin’ cool. It’d be like High School Musical in this place. I’d be a cute little young thing and Jer would be likeZac Efron. And we’d sing…and dance…and…hmm. Sorry, I got distracted.<\/p>\n
The point is, I would love to be able to sing. When Avery was about4she woke up one morning just beaming. I asked her what she was smiling about. She told me shedreamed that she was riding around on a unicorn and that she had always<\/em> wanted to ride a unicorn. It was her “Dream Come True.”Being able to sing would be my own Dream Come True.<\/p>\n Do you have one? Is there something that you have always wanted to be able to do and just don’t quite have the skill? I think it’s healthy to wish and hope. I’ll never be a Jennifer Hudson, Celine Dion or even a Whitney Houston. But I candream and it’s incredibly good for the soul to dream.Okay, maybe not about Zac Efron…<\/p>\n Love to all and Happy Friday!!!<\/p>\n Mindy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m going to let you all in on a little-known secret about this suburban housewife. There is something I’ve always wanted to be able to do and be really, really good at. Something I currentlyattempt todo in the car, in the shower, while watching YouTube videos… I wish I could sing. Like really sing. As […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-538","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-stuff","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=538"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":545,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538\/revisions\/545"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=538"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=538"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thesuburbanlife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}