2 down, 2 to go!
Christmas programs that is!
Yup, it’s that time of the year again when the schools fight for the ability to get the one Auditorium space for their big programs. With all the special groups – it’s no easy task for sure.
Thursday (Yes, last Thursday. And this is Monday. I’m a bad mommy blogger and haven’t mentioned it yet. Shame all over me.) was the girl’s middle school concert where my baby girl had her first real SOLO! (She’s the one on the right, above) She and two of her friends sang Santa Clause is coming to town, each alternating solo parts before singing together. They did a fabulous job, and my baby girl SHONE with her part. Earlier that day she was so nervous she forgot the words, but as I promised, it all came back to her and she didn’t even stumble. She’s glad – while also mad – that I was right.
Sunday, it was concert number two, the Annual Christmas Concert of the highschool – it was the boy’s turn to strut his stuff. Now, I’d show you pictures? But I am a REALLY bad mommy and totally forgot my camera. I had the video cam, but I don’t have the right card to put a bit online for ya’ll to hear. Sorry! But rest assured it was a very excellent (if a tad bit long) concert and we enjoyed it very much. Besides – if you want to hear the choir sing, pop over here and take a listen to the earlier concert if you haven’t already. Should I figure out how to get the cam stuff online, or even get him to sing a little solo on the easyshot, I’ll post that later on. Don’t get ya hopes up – he prefers singing in front of large crowds, and/or with a group. *g*
Tuesday it’s the Pup’s turn, with the Annual concert of the 1-2 classes at her school. It’s always a bunch of fun and she’s been very excited to tell me over and over again that she has a dancing part this year. I’ll be sure to let you know how it turns out.
And then – a week from Tuesday, it’s The Girl’s band concert. If the bloody Music Box can fix her clarinet correctly this time. The thumb brace had fallen off and 24 hours and 40 bucks later, they said it was fixed. She played for 10 minutes and the damn thing popped off again. I’ll be returning it tomorrow to demand they fix it RIGHT this time. (If it takes longer then a couple days – they’ll give me a loaner for her. But we all know nothing compares to your own instrument.)
For now, however, at just 1:30am, it’s time for all Tired Lessa’s to be in bed. Night ya’ll!
Silly Kitty Saturday v.7
So, since number two of Metro Dad’s guest blog list of “what not to write about” was specifically “Stories and photos about your cat are never as cute as you think they are.” – I had thought to maybe skip this week.
(Ok, no, not really, it just made me want to write it more because seriously – how cute are my cats? It was more like “…uh…Lessa braindead…” instead. heh.)
But then, a day or two ago (I thought I’d take a ride! And soon Miss Sally Bright, was seated by my side…) I found out that my SKS entries have a VERY SPECIAL READER who looks forward to the pictures every week. So! Everyone send a shout out to my nephew, hm?
All together now…. “Hi, D-man!”
Vedy goot.
Now, for the Kittens.
Being Kittens – in between their mandated 22.5 hours of sleep they desperately need a day, they play. And play. And chase things. And fight. And jump on the toilet seat just as someone (not saying who!) starts to sit down and almost get dunked into the toilet as a result. Silly Kitties.
We bought them toys, of course, and they played with them for a grand total of 1.32 minutes. They much prefer to find their own. Like, for instance, Santa Hats. But only while they’re being worn.
But their all time favorite? The old bath scrunchy sponge thing they drug out of the bathtub and have chased all over the house. This thing, they will drag, toss, chase and fight over for HOURS. Usually dumping the laundry basket in the process. Like so:
Then, naturally, it’s nap time. Which involves one of two things. Finding the most uncomfortable surface on the house to sleep on – such as an ugly bathroom counter-top, or making use of any number of the pillows that coo and pet and cuddle while they nap. Said pillows can most often be found sprawled out on the couch.
And that completes this week’s Silly kitty Saturday!
PS: Want to know how many of that list of 10 don’ts I break on a regular basis? *grin* Off the top of my head, I think I routinely break 7 of the 10 without even trying! I’m just good that way.
I’m a mean Mom!
While watching Rachael Ray today:
The Boy: She is SO cute. And watching her show always makes me HUNGRY!
Me: Maybe I’ll just go to her site and email her and tell her you think so.
The Boy: You wouldn’t DARE!
Now tell me – what would YOU do? That’s right – what any good mom would. Torture the Teenager. If you were wondering, her email auto respond says this:
WE GOT YOUR EMAIL!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE AND TELL US HERE AT THE RACHAEL RAY SHOW WHAT YOU THINK AND HOW YOU FEEL. WE LOVE HEARING FROM YOU!!! ALL YOUR COMMENTS AND THOUGHTS MATTER SO KEEP THOSE EMAILS COMING!!
BEST,
RACHAEL RAY STAFF
Clearly they didn’t get the memo about all caps – but well. Ha! HAHA! That’ll teach him to dare ME, won’t it?
Friday Randomosity…
Out of the blue, while watching Dora, the pup says:
Hey mama! You do realize that soon you’ll have to be checked out EVERY YEAR for breast cancer?
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Turns out that a while ago there was a show on tv (most likely the Today show) while she was at Papa and Nana’s for breakfast and they mentioned cancer and breast cancer in particular and she asked questions and decided that momma must be sure to get checked. Then promptly forgot about it until this morning.
The Pup – Queen of Random Comments.
And Concern for my Breasts. She, the only of my progeny who was bottle-fed. Go figure.
PS. To those on my reading list who are complaining this morning about Snow Days and Kids At home? HAHAHAHAH! *point. laugh* We got snow last night/this morning, too. Here in Alaska – we send em to school ANYWAY….
 
And yes – I’m still wearing no socks. *grin* It was a source of great amusement to me, many years ago, that for half an inch of snow in Seattle there were 50 accidents on I-5, and they closed schools.
Wussies.
Guest Post – TBF
Lessa’s Note: To celebrate my ability to NOT POST TODAY if I don’t want too, I give you a Guestpost by TBF via email. He has the LOVELIEST dreams…
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I… had a dream.
Last night I had the weirdest dream.
One of those short little flashes that only lasts a few clipcuts of whatever movie your brain’s only partially attending to before you wake up.
I guess more a music video dream than an actual movie.
Too bad there was no soundtrack.
But a little backstory, first.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had a haircut.
The sides have grown out to like… almost two inches long.
(yes, bedhead in the morning is hysterical)
Mohawks are not conducive to cold weather by a long shot.
Weather’s been nice here up until two days ago when we got our first snow.
Goddammit it’s COLD when that breeze hits.
Factor in all the metal I have in my left ear and, well, you get the point.
Anyway – summary to this all is that my hair’s a little shaggy.
So, in this dream, apparently I figured I needed a haircut.
But, by the shock I was experiencing at waking up and seeing this – most likely someone else figured I needed a trim and did so while I was asleep.
Somehow, I’m standing in front of myself sitting on the couch (not my couch, either) and look at what harm has been done to my hair.
It’s a bloody dream, I can stand in front of myself if I want to.
Even reach out and run fingers through my hair to find out that, indeed, it has been unmercifully hacked.
No rhyme, reason, or even a dub for cab fare.
(I felt so used)
Find that the top portion now matches the length of the sides.
Not the back as well, or even any neatening done on the sides… just……. the top’s been trimmed.
Then, to my horror, this riddlesome equation enters my mind as my own fingers are running through drastically shortened locks.
What do you get when you trim a mohawk to where the top matches the length of the grown out sides?
Hm?
Do you know?
C’moooon. Think about it just a little more.
Yes.
That’s right.
…. a MULLET.
I was slowly backing away when I woke up.
(and the sheer lunacy is that I actually admit things like this to you)
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Lessa’s PS: Oh. How I love him. *cracking UP!*
