I used to do this thing around here (when I was over at blogger) called music news Monday and it ended up being part of the reason I quit blogging – it got so overwhelming. There was always SO MUCH quality stuff coming out of music city, those posts took me like two hours to put together. Gah. But I’m still crazy about country music, new music, and music news (by “music news” I pretty much mean celebrity gossip about those living in Nashville, not gonna lie). Since I have new readers, I’ll give you a little background on me:
I have a Bachelor of Science degree in Public Relations (a BS in BS if you will). My original “OMG THIS IS THE CAREER FOR ME” thought was when I was a sophomore in high school. We had to write career papers and somehow I found out that PR reps can make 250K a year – and this was in 1999, so I’m sure it’s increased exponentially. You can see why to my 15-year-old shopaholic self (who didn’t think about things like tax brackets, mortgages, and the pesky payment on that Escalade/Navigator/Pilot {which would now be even MORE pricey because of COURSE I’d get the hybrid}, and sending my 2.5 kids to college, NOT TO MENTION paying off my OWN college experience) that sounded like “A QUARTER MILLION DOLLARS TO BUY SHOES, BAGS, AND SPARKLY TRINKETS!” (bt dubs, I have not changed much since I was 15. I still like sparkly things. Ask anyone. Example, when talking about the possibility of a redesign, the designer throws out a suggestion and I say “whatever, as long as it sparkles and is pink. This is no exaggeration.) Of COURSE I had to learn more about it!
As soon as I started researching, I found all sorts of cool jobs I could have, including being a talent rep and I could meet Garth Brooks and George Strait and LILA MCCANN OMG?! (she’s pretty much fallen off the radar but when I was 15, she was a pretty big deal. *sings* Gone like a dollar/spent on a drink/head hangin’ over the kitchen sink… ahem. Sorry.) Anyway, when I got a little older and less star-struck, I decided maybe I’d like to work for the government in some capacity in order to stay in Montana. A semester of a Poli Sci minor fixed that for me – SNORE. Dr. W, I heart you big time as a person. I respect you as one of the only conservatives from one of the most liberal cities in our fair state, but your lectures KILLED ME. And it wasn’t even an eight am class! After that nearly disastrous decision, I took an advertising class. CHANGED MY LIFE. For awhile. During that class, we had to write up an ad campaign for the chamber of commerce. Our group didn’t win, but ours was the most professional. At the last minute, the lady from the chamber had a schedule conflict and wasn’t able to judge our presentations. One of the heads of the department judged them instead and she clearly didn’t understand the assignment was to have a GOOD campaign. Otherwise, we would have won.
If that contest served even one useful purpose, it was to show me that I had a true passion for big sky country. The last best place. MONTANA. I decided I wanted to go to work for the Montana board of tourism. Yes. My calling. I haz it. Or, um, had. Because I sort of got disenchanted with that. I’m not really sure WHY, it wasn’t like my second plan of working for the government was going to have me rolling in sparkle, so I know it wasn’t the money. Maybe it was because I’d have to figure out a way to promote Montana in the winter (which I’m not a huge fan of). At any rate, the summer before my senior year of college, I had an epiphany. It seems like not only was that the summer of sara, it was the summer of epiphanies. Courtney and I had a plan for everything and knew exactly how it should work out.
The longest story is one I have marked private in this blog – sorry guys – but in short, it detailed the great plan we refer to as “Uncle Howard’s Tee-shirt Stand.” This was basically the name for the menagerie of people we were planning to take along – Howard is Court’s most interesting uncle, and I was set to be the tour manager. After a few years, Courtney and I had a different visions for her music – which is totally fine with us – it just means I have to find a way to live my dream and a way to still be her road manager, because a tour and all the things it should be, we definitely agree on! So right now, I’m not 100% sure what I want to do. I’m definitely a fan of getting a master’s in PR – San Diego State has an excellent program – and with that, I can teach. The saying is “those who can do, those who can’t, teach.” I disagree. I think you have to be twice as good as anyone in your field in order to teach someone else how to do it, because some people just don’t have the ability to make people get it. And I do.
Besides, if I teach, I can take summers off to be Courtney’s tour manager on the river of dreams. : )
Hey, Court. I think I just came up with a tour name…