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So I spent some time cleaning out the freezer, and I clearly had/have good intentions of eating the fish but little to no follow through. Alas for my liver enzymes.

After 15ish years of fear and anticipation, it finally happened. The Community Band f-ed up the Star Spangled Banner. It was glorious. The fear and desperation on the director's face is a thing not soon forgotten. I'm still not entirely sure what happened, but there were a couple of different tempos going on until about the middle when we all wisely decided to go with the percussion. I take very little credit as I always skip the first measure due to fear of fracking out before anyone else.

I enjoyed the Crooked Media folks doing a draft based on their ideas of the most patriotic songs. I laughed hard at the two sports nerds having to explain to the gay nerds what a snake draft is. They picked some good ones . . . and some odd ones. And Fanfare for the Common Man clearly wins.

Since we had our first rehearsal last night for the community band holiday concert last night, I now feel I can unashamedly start listening to my xmas playlists to start tidying them. However, we also had some high drama I had to get involved in which I feel strange about.

The players:
Jan - about grandma age, looks like a much shorter Jamie Lee Curtis from the last Halloween movie, poofy gray hair and all. She let me student teach with her 15 years ago when I was actually assigned to the football coach who had planning period first hour, and we've kept in touch through community band stuff ever since.

Dennis - not quite grandpa age, little quiet dude who I had thought was okay. He would talk to me if I started the conversation but otherwise kept to himself during practice/concerts. Also plays trombone.

( The drama )

My mom and Carl did some traveling this week. They passed through and dropped off a giant kennel for me in anticipation of my xmas puppy, before continuing down to visit my little brother for the occasion of the birth of his second child - named Kamden, which is not awful. I don't get to see my brothers much, and it usually doesn't bother me, but I've been thinking more about trying to get to know his kids better while they're little.

Then they came back up to spend Thurs night with me, unfortunately I had to work until 0400, so I was kinda lagging on Friday when I took them out to breakfast and then shopping around town. Fri night was the community band christmas concert. It's my favorite -> pretty music, usually easy enough to play, often get to play REALLY LOUD, and family comes to watch. Usually Dad and Jan come, but they didn't want to commingle with Mom and Carl, so they're planning to come down for a basketball game later. I like hanging out with Mom and Carl, but I did just spend a week with them in New Orleans, so I really missed the chance for a slightly less aggressive visit with Dad. Also I had to sleep with the temp set on 66 for two whole nights, a full 12 degrees hotter than normal. So hot.

Anyway, I'm enjoying having a clean house, and hopefully I'll be able to keep it clean and finish puppy-proofing it.

In somewhat related, but not entirely, news, these are truths I hold self-evident:

1. flush with the toilet seat down
2. if you must park on the curb, park on the curb in front of your own damn house
3. audience members in a concert where the band is recording live should not attempt to clap along with the beat
4. insulated lunch bags should not go in the refrigerator, it's redundant, gross, and takes up too much space

Finally, got the super great news that the measly 2.5% raise we were expecting in January is a no go because the state is broke and the university is more interested in athletics than the rest of us. I hate everything.

Finally x2: walk of shame (from the comfort of your own home) by spock Jurassic Park Alan/Ian Silence stretches across the other end of the line before a voice finally says, “Well hello to you too, tiger.”

Last night, accompanied by my ex roommate who moved to hell, the girl down the street that doesn't talk above a whisper, a friend from high school, and the Boy Who Bruised My Heart, I went to see a DCI show. I think this is my fourth to go see, and finally, my favorite corps won, the Madison Scouts!

So, of course, I wanted to share the hotness that is boys wearing uniforms and bonding together for months on end and what I found surprised even me. Apparently the majority of their time is spent walking around half-naked and hugging (in the they couldn't show it on the Disney channel way). HERE

And a preview just in case you don't believe me.

I have that shirt!




And of course, the all-male-color guard led to inappropriate thoughts on my behalf, which in turn (logically, of course) led to me thinking about what the Star Wars universe would do with a drum corps. Anakin would be the drama queen saber leader, Obi-Wan would play the horn, Mace would play low brass, the Sith would comprise the drum line, and Yoda the director, would be.

Thus, this sillyness was born.

( I saw you looking at me. )

Well, leaving on a 10 hour trip for a four day ski trip tonight with the rest of my band, (only about 30 people, but trust me that's enough when they're band geeks!).
I don't know if I can make it without suffering major life-changing fic with drawl



Crap. I'm a widow.

Awww, they're very mean to poor Boromir, I liked him best, so I don't care what they say!