Rebecca Augusta Penn

Sometimes when we're doing interviews, they'll catch a moment... and I'm always amazed when the pictures come to me afterward and the moment is caught. I really never expect it, and most of the time I don't even remember what was happening in the picture. But this one... the moment I saw it? I knew exactly what was happening.

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That look? Right there? That was me watching the boys come on stage and catching Caz's eyes for a moment. That was the moment of pure joy I get every time he looks at me. The way we tease each other even with a look across a TV stage (note the tongue. yes, I was being cute).

It's those caught moments that remind me I'm the happiest woman in the whole of the world.

I'll stop being mushy now. ;)

Oh my god, I'd love to get a leg over again.

Seriously. Just once.

Guh. Dead of hot.

Wearing my Manager hat:

Toben sent over the proposed schedule for RtR touring for the next six months.

November: 17 days on the road, spread out over the month. Thanksgiving week, you'll have Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday off. You're welcome. (+ 1 show in NYC)

December: 13 days on the road. You're off the week of Christmas. JRR has a party for all of their clients two days before Christmas. You're all invited as guests. Families are also invited. Children are welcome.

January: 22 days on the road. You're playing at 12:10 AM on the Rocking New Year's Party (televised across the country)

February: 16 days on the road. You all have Valentine's Day off, but you are playing the 13th and the 15th. (+ 1 show in NYC)

March: HUGE month. 25 days on the road. Ouch. But it's kind of the hell you pay for not playing Thanksgiving, Christmas and Valentine's Day. Don't kill me?

April: 22 days on the road.

I have the calendar in the office. You all need to come to me with any times that you CANNOT be on tour so I can verify or reschedule with Toben as needed. Let me know soon.

~Rebecca

Honestly, I'm a touch spazzy about this whole "you're going to be a grandma" thing.

Okay, more than a touch.

WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK. I AM NOT MATURE ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT.

Ahem.

I am taking a VERY deep breath.

And exhaling.

And again.

Nope, still freaking out.

Stephie is obsessing.

At least it's about her harp this time. Hee.

I'm thinking about getting it conditioned and tuned... or whatever it is they do to them. I don't know, I never paid attention, but I can't imagine it would be that hard to figure out.

Boyos? Can you all find out easier than I can? I guess I could just go look it up online, hmm?

Maybe it's time to look into buying a new one for her too. One from the family, as a gift.

Dear Family:

The Becca Monster is going on strike for the next week.

I have some horrible cold/flu or something.

This is me, tucked into bed, ignoring the rest of the world.

<3 Becca