I can't believe June is almost over. It feels like it just started. Yesterday was my love's birthday, he is now 32 years old. He was 24 when we started dating. :) We had to celebrate his birthday on Wednesday, because I spent most of his birthday filming for MDA. We went up to a small lake, complete with fishing license, two fishing poles and worms. We caught nothing. :) Oh, well. It was beautiful up there, much cooler than here and not a cactus in sight. Poor Jeremy just had bad luck - the bobbers ( I don't know how to spell that) kept sinking, the line would get tangled, the reel on one broke and when everything happened to be working, the boys would start throwing rocks in the water, again. I hope we can try again with better luck. Then we came home and had Jeremy's chosen dinner - pizza and hot wings :) I hope he had a good birthday. Last year, he says he spent his birthday alone in a hotel room with a can of spam. So hopefully, this was better. But, how can you really compete with Spam? He was teaching a workshop in Austin and we were in Houston praying that Michael wouldn't come while he was away.
The next day, Jeremy and I both went to work. Thankfully, Lynne came up to celebrate with us and to watch the boys while I filmed. Everyone was really nice and even though they misspelled my name on my VIP name tag - Cindy Selin- I still felt important. It was filmed at the national headquarters of the Muscular Dystrophy Association, so no one can go in without being signed in, given a name tag and escorted by an employee to wherever you need to go. I have no idea why.
But, anyway I learned how easy it is to work with a teleprompter. I always thought that it was right next to the camera and that you had to balance looking at the words and the camera, but it is the camera. The words are right on the lens of the camera. Pretty cool. I will probably never have a need to know that again, you typically don't look straight into the lens. :) This time I only looked straight into the camera for one shot anyway. I had a great time. I felt like a professional. It was a nice feeling. I didn't have to calm any children, change any diapers, etc for six hours and I got paid to pretend I was talking to someone on the phone. :) It was great. If I hadn't almost walked into the men's room, it would have been virtually painless.
One hard thing is it gave me a taste for it all again. I would really love to do more. I hope that other things will come along when I really need a break. Or a new pair of jeans. :) Andrew can go through a pair of pants faster than anyone I know. Only his church pants are without holes in the knees. And not the fashionably ripped jeans, just ones that obviously happened when he fell down. They match all the bruises and scrapes all over his legs. He plays hard! I am not excited for school clothes shopping.
My baby turns one next week. I can not accept that!