An 'Annie' Moment

I, like many of you, have been neglecting my blog to the point of shock and horror, but, to be fair, I have been busy to the point of shock and horror, and like you, indigo, often feel too tired to blog. But, here are a couple of updates... we still have no band name. Thanks for the suggestions, they are all good, but nothing has been quite right, yet. Two names came out last night during practice... Bandstorm (when I was so tired I messed up saying "brainstorm band names", by saying "bandstorm"). And the other one is something like "Fluffy Pink Bunny Outlaws" or some such nonsense. Perhaps you could chime in on this and let me know what you prefer. Or if you have other ideas.
Now, I have a very funny anecdote to report. I had a complete "Annie" moment last night- before everyone freaks out and thinks I tried to sleep with my therapist, this is related to soccer. As you may or may not recall, Annie reconnected with Tim O'Shea when he coincidentally turned out to be her son's soccer coach. Well, last night I received a call from Liam's soccer coach. When the name came up on the call display, I almost threw the phone across the room because it was the name (last name and first initial) of an old boyfriend (ish). I was expecting a call from the coach, and thought it was a horrifying case of life imitating art. Because, unlike Tim O'Shea, who had spent every single moment since high school becoming incredibly hot, this dude has spent every moment since high school losing his hair, growing a beer belly, and generally consuming an excess of carbs, judging by the horrifying case of bloat face. Because this person (who shall not be named) seems to be connected in some way to a number of people I know, I have seen photographs, but have not spoken or seen this person since I was 17. In any case, it was a false alarm, it was NOT the person I feared it was going to be, which I'm sure would have led to many hilarious and humiliating moments, but not something I really want to live through in the real world. So, to sum up, Fantasy on the right, Reality on the left. Ew.
Gearing up for soccer has reminded me so much of NaNoWriMo, because soccer was such an important part of my plot construction... it made me really excited for all of those moments of insight and inspiration, when you are so excited to find out what happens next.