State of the Union

[przed]

We have Big Girl Bed!

We took Ros to the store where I'd scoped out the bed, and Ros is getting the bed of my childhood dreams: a four poster, complete with canopy. (This was Not My Fault. Ros loved it, and so did the Sweetie.)

Also, I Hate My Own Voice!

I've just spent the last two hours narrating a fifteen minute online tutorial over and over again until I eliminated all the technical glitches and all my screw ups. My voice is too high, a bit torn up (from too much teaching over the years, no doubt), and wayyyy too sibilant. Those S's, man, they could pierce someone's eardrum.

At least the recording is complete. Now I just have to edit the fucker and make it look pretty for my portfolio.

But, wow, I wish I had a broadcast quality voice.

Comments

[gritsinmisery.livejournal.com]

I had a canopy bed as a teenager. Loved it. It wasn't a huge one, tho. Hubs and I have a massive four-poster now, but no canopy. (The ceiling fan would chop it to pieces. *grins*)

*nods* I hate my voice too -- it has absolutely no bottom notes when recorded. I had a woman who has been my optician for years phone me and ask to speak to my mother. I'm 47. *sighs*

[przed.livejournal.com]

Our bed is lovely but understated. Since the Sweetie is 6'6", we can't have a footboard, so we just have a nice teak headboard in an amaretto stain. I shall live vicariously through the Ros.

My voice also has absolutely no bottom notes. It's also at the exact frequency of white noise. I can never be heard in a noisy atmosphere, even if I'm shouting. It probably also sounds younger than I am (44!), though I'm more usually mistaken for my mom when I answer her phone.