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Things I think about while waiting for my turn at Open Mic night.

 1. Why am I here?

2. Why didn’t I bring a friend with me so I’d have someone to talk to? 

3. Is it worth the wait? 

4. Whose smoking a cigarette? 

5. What will I sing this time? (This is joke, I sing the same songs every time.)

6. My friend’s dad is usually here. Not tonight. I never thought I say I miss my friend’s dad. 🙂

7. I need to stop coming to open mics. 

8. I hope I don’t blow out my voice when I get my turn. 

9. Open mic makes me grumpy. 

10. I feel uncomfortable when a guy stares at me because I’m sitting here by myself. But only a little bit. Stare all you want, dude. This makes me laugh! 

11. The weather is perfect. 

12. I have data, so I can look up lyrics. 

13. It gives me a chance to catch up on my blog. 🙂 


Namaste, my friend.



The Voice Audition

“The problem is, you think you have time.” Buddha

I’m chasing a dream.

For many years, I couldn’t do it. I didn”t have the heart for it. I couldn’t define why I wanted it. I am singer songwriter.

For many years I was a frustrated songwriter. I don’t play an instrument and I don’t know how to arrange music, but over the years, I tried to work with musicians to get the music arranged, but it didn’t stick.

With the proper tools (an iPad and Garageband) I’ve been able to do it and this year i will finally finish the album I have been waiting 25 years to complete. It is really nothing short of a miracle. Truly.

On Saturday, I’m heading for Nashville to audition for the TV show, “The Voice.” The competition will be incomprehensible, but you know how dreams are. 🙂

I’m seeking sponsors for the trip. Take a look at this page and if you think you can do so, it will help make the trip realistic. Thanks for traveling with me on this journey and your encouragement. It means so much to me.




This Post Sucks. Really.

Portraits by Pamela Devine

Portraits by Pamela Devine

Today’s art: Folk Art Caricature Portraits for Christmas. Contact me for further information!
Today’s Soundtrack: The Santa Song by Pamela Devine My Christmas music single now available on iTunes!

“A bright person can always think of something better to do than housework.” —Ruby Lou Barnhill

Almost exactly 14 years ago when I stepped into my house for the first time, I noticed two things: First, was that this itty bitty little house had a fireplace (!) and secondly, it had a silvery light blue carpet. I dismissed the carpet and thought that it would be one of the first things I replaced. 
I still have it. 
If you are not a home owner, one thing you may not know about it is, there is a clause in all the paperwork one must sign upon closing. It is very small. It reads: As a new homeowner it is your absolute obligation to also take on the responsibility of a dog. 
I dutifully got a dog six months later from the Humane Society. Fay. She is incredibly smart, perfect to cuddle, and she smiles, which charms everyone she meets. But poor Fay! She needed a dog of her own! How cruel am I not to get Fay her own dog, so as not to be lonely? (This was almost as cruel as choosing to only have one child, which of course borders on child abuse.) To make up for the clear and obvious selfish decision I made about the children thing, I got Fay a dog of her own. 
Oh, Genny. 
She is my problem child. Suffices to say, she has made it to 12 years old strictly because she is cute. Genny is a schipperke. She has jet black fur. 
Which leads me to question why in this country, a country of creative geniuses, entrepreneurs, and innovators, we have never come up with a useful purpose for dryer lint, Styrofoam packaging, and dog fur. 
You might ask how much can a little 12 pound dog shed? It’s positively unbelievable. It so obnoxious that if I replace these dogs when they go, they will be of poodle lineage. 
Which brings me to one of the greatest regrets I have ever made in my life. We all have them. Of course, I am no exception.
I had a new house, so I needed, no I had to have, a new vacuum cleaner. The old Hoover was, well, old. Since then, I have had 4 vacuum cleaners. If I ever have an opportunity to corner a vacuum cleaner engineer at a party? Oh. The conversation we will have.
My old Hoover didn’t have a filter. It used vacuum bags to collect the dirt. (Oh, Pamela! Say it ain’t so! However did you survive without cyclonic, bag less, HEPA filtered suction?!!! It’s positively Neanderthalic!) I saw the commercials with Mr. Dyson, sitting there staring pensively at his drafting table with furrowed brow, re-acting the clear and defined dilemma of our times: The need for suction excellence. I often shouted at the T.V. “Mister Dyson, no need to contemplate the perfect vacuum cleaner any more, you invented it already! Go eat a cookie!” On top of that, Mr. Dyson has that accent, everyone knows people with accents are smarter. Well, except if the accent comes from New Jersey. Just sayin’. 
So that’s how I was convinced that a perfectly good vacuum cleaner wasn’t sucking enough! To any vacuum cleaner designers, there are two reasons why my Hoover was the bomb. First, the distance that the dirt and fur had to travel from floor to capture was almost none. Every one of  the vacuum cleaners I’ve had since (By the way, none was a Dyson, I only brought him up because it is his fault we all had to get new and better vacuum cleaners) has had a labyrinth of hose that the debris must travel before getting to the tank. Why, oh why? Secondly, and here is the real problem, the brush cap ends are not removable. So someone with say, very long hair, someone like me, can’t remove the hair that as spooled itself in the tiny gap between the caps and the torso of the brush. Eventually the spooled hair prevents the brush from turning. Such a simple thing.
So, it is my fault that the vacuum cleaners I have bought do not work as I need them to. However, I would not need to vacuum every other day if I didn’t have a schipperke.
In conclusion, I am ripping up this hideous carpet and living with whatever I find underneath. 
The adventure awaits!

Pamela Devine

With love,

I am grateful today for my love, for all the painting supplies I have, for my conviction, for my ambition, for the guidance I receive.

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A Tribute to My Father.


I have a remarkable father.

When I was 7 years old, my mother left my father, my two older brothers, and me. Before she left, she planned out that each of us kids would be placed in someone else’s care. I was to go live with my mother’s sister. The younger of my two older brothers was to live with my paternal grandparents, and my oldest brother was slotted to go to boarding school. My father thought the suggestion that he was incapable of taking care of his children was insulting and we were not split up. I admire him for that choice more than I can express.

But that isn’t what I want to talk about today.

My father has been extremely generous to me monetarily. Often because I had gotten myself into a financial jam, other times because he believed I was worthy of such generosity.  Some people might say I’ve been spoiled.
I would not deny it.

But my father’s generosity is not what I want to talk about today.


My father taught me I could say, “I love you” without hesitation, without expectation, and without fear. Several people have been the benefactor of this gift. I can not imagine loving someone and hesitating for a second in that expression. I thank my father for this gift.

But it’s not what I want to talk about today.


What I want to talk about is this: My father and I have struggled to see eye to eye. Perhaps it’s the gender or age gap. Perhaps it’s that we have different dominate brain sides. Maybe it’s simply the way we each view the world, or a combination of them all. We struggled. At some point, I told my father that I wanted more from him. That I needed something genuine. I don’t think I gave him a road map on how we might achieve this, and I feel certain he had no idea what I wanted. But he got the essence of it.

Honest discussions have sometimes lead to some terrible arguments. But even these have helped us understand each other a little better.

We still have trouble “getting” each other, but here’s the thing that makes him a good man…
He has sincerely, honestly, and earnestly tried.

And you can’t ask a man for more than that.

I love you, Dad.
Happy Father’s Day : )


The Thing About Networking…


“Giving connects two people, the giver and the receiver, and this connection gives birth to a new sense of belonging.” ~Deepak Chopra

When you are self employed, the most important thing you must learn to do is to market your service or product. If you study today marketing suggestions, and it is important that you do because your daddy’s marketing strategy isn’t practical these days, you will find the top suggestion to be networking.

For the person who is somewhat shy or introverted, the concept of networking escapes them. It feels like the suggestion is to meet as many people as possible, shake their hand and act like a used car salesman or worse, a politician. As someone who calls herself an out-going introvert, I became exhausted at the thought of attending some networking event where everyone has a desperate scent to them. Yuk.

Know that your talent, product, service, or whatever you have to offer, probably has an a buyer. The trick is to find that buyer. Oddly, your product or service doesn’t have to be glamorous or even particularly above mediocre. For example, in the world of music, there are plenty of mediocre singers, but the difference is that the successful wanted it. Were focused on success. Had follow through on leads and communication. They had drive, ambition, hunger.

But above all. They didn’t give up.

Life is easier for people who are out-going. Why is that?

Maybe because they are more likely to get their needs met.

They likely don’t spend too much time being lonely. They likely have a life partner. And if that relationship fails, they don’t fester over that loss too long before they have found another. That probably translates into a healthy sex life. Out-going people make friends easily. They laugh a lot. They go out and socialize, because it’s fun. They have a network of friends they call when anything needs to get done. If the car needs work, they’ve made friends with a mechanic. If the house needs a new roof, there’s a friend for that. Wondering what hotel to choose when going to the Caribbean? That’s right, one of the people in your network was just there, so they can give you a review of the one where they stayed.

The point of networking is to make friends. To build relationships. To collect the talent and skills of the people you meet so you can become a resource for others. Your friends know your skills and talent and when an opportunity arises, they will think of you. One builds these relationships over time. Over repeated attendance to networking meetings. Over cups of coffee and conversation about the mundane daily goings on.

Networking is just about making friends.

Making friends? That sounds fun. That sounds easy. That sounds comfortable.

That I can do.

And that is what I’m doing here. If you’re reading this, tell me about your skills and talent. Let’s have a conversation. Let’s start the process of becoming friends.

: )

It’s your day. Go get it.



It’s Your Day.

: )

It’s your day. Go get it.


With love,