Other things I'm up to:
--Still experimenting with eye makeup. Getting OK at the eye shadow. Eyeliner still scary. If my life depended on my ability to accurately apply eyeliner, I'd be shot on sight. Also, I start to look a little like I have a black eye. Or two black eyes. And Emo.
--Sung along with a worship music CD tonight. Haven't done that in yonks (to use one of my favorite British slang terms, though I'm told most Brits find it dorky).
--I prayed a big-scary-crazy prayer.
--I mentioned the honesty and trombone already. These are biggies.
Taken all together, I'd say strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I Am a Horrible Person. Also, I Played My Trombone
Today, I was finally honest enough to get somebody good and mad at me.
In other news, I've taken out my horn a couple times now. I expect it will be a long, slow process, getting back in shape. My breath is shaky. My left hand and wrist (which bear all the weight) are weaker. My tongue is slow. But the great thing is that I don't have to do any of this. I can spend the next year doing nothing but warm-ups, without the pressure of making a piece of music sound good. Or, I can focus only on the music I find fun, and not be accomplished in all styles for the sake of being a well-developed musician. Or I can just learn one song and play it everywhere and be absolutely dreadful at everything else. At this point, I don't think any of my local friends has heard me play, so anything they hear will be revelatory, even if it's just some simple honks.
And truth be told, my honks ain't sounding too bad.
I'm finding my voice in more ways than one :-).
In other news, I've taken out my horn a couple times now. I expect it will be a long, slow process, getting back in shape. My breath is shaky. My left hand and wrist (which bear all the weight) are weaker. My tongue is slow. But the great thing is that I don't have to do any of this. I can spend the next year doing nothing but warm-ups, without the pressure of making a piece of music sound good. Or, I can focus only on the music I find fun, and not be accomplished in all styles for the sake of being a well-developed musician. Or I can just learn one song and play it everywhere and be absolutely dreadful at everything else. At this point, I don't think any of my local friends has heard me play, so anything they hear will be revelatory, even if it's just some simple honks.
And truth be told, my honks ain't sounding too bad.
I'm finding my voice in more ways than one :-).
Monday, April 19, 2010
HVAC Blogging
The latest in blog posts designed to help me vent a little.
First, I've finally begun hiding the Facebook friends whose posts consist of little but "It's Friday!" as if it's not true for the rest of the world. As oblivious as I can be, I do not need other people to tell me what day it is. It's insultingly boring.
Also, I'm not sure whether someone was grateful that I turned off the fire under their food while they left the house for an hour, or whether they were upset that I touched it. It just never entered my head that anyone would do that on PURPOSE.
When the day comes that all my media outlets come under the heading of my full name, I'm going to have to delete some of these posts, along with some tweets.
But not today.
First, I've finally begun hiding the Facebook friends whose posts consist of little but "It's Friday!" as if it's not true for the rest of the world. As oblivious as I can be, I do not need other people to tell me what day it is. It's insultingly boring.
Also, I'm not sure whether someone was grateful that I turned off the fire under their food while they left the house for an hour, or whether they were upset that I touched it. It just never entered my head that anyone would do that on PURPOSE.
When the day comes that all my media outlets come under the heading of my full name, I'm going to have to delete some of these posts, along with some tweets.
But not today.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
It's Too Darn Hot
The temperature's risin'
It isn't surprisin'
She certainly can Can-Can.
It was in the 80s today. This is inconvenient. I get most of my exercise from walking, and if it's hot the instant I step out the door, it ain't gonna be pretty after I've been moving for half an hour. In work clothes. With my hair getting frizzy. The alternative is to take the (sometimes) air-conditioned bus, and get no exercise. Holly no likey. I'd much, much, much rather trudge through the snow. I spend all Fall and Winter listening to people whine about the fact that we have weather. Well, now it's my turn.
All the Winter Whiners can kiss my sweaty ass.
It isn't surprisin'
She certainly can Can-Can.
It was in the 80s today. This is inconvenient. I get most of my exercise from walking, and if it's hot the instant I step out the door, it ain't gonna be pretty after I've been moving for half an hour. In work clothes. With my hair getting frizzy. The alternative is to take the (sometimes) air-conditioned bus, and get no exercise. Holly no likey. I'd much, much, much rather trudge through the snow. I spend all Fall and Winter listening to people whine about the fact that we have weather. Well, now it's my turn.
All the Winter Whiners can kiss my sweaty ass.
Easter Weekend
Friday: The menfolk fly the model airplane around.
Saturday: The family spends a couple hours dislodging the model airplane from a very tall tree.
Easter Sunday: They fly the model airplane again, and also shoot off some bottle rockets. Because it's Easter, duh.
Noteworthy: My nephew is becoming way fun. He learned to say my name (sounds the same as when he says "Hi"). He's also a budding mash-up artist. When you add the sounds he knows to the words we grown-ups were singing, you get, "Jesus Christ is ris'n today, E-I-E-I-O." He's also arranged the Beach Boys. "Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, 4-0-9" has been simplified to, "Clip clop, clip clop, NINE!"
The original was a bit wordy, if you think about it. And surely two-year-olds are nothing if not economical.
Saturday: The family spends a couple hours dislodging the model airplane from a very tall tree.
Easter Sunday: They fly the model airplane again, and also shoot off some bottle rockets. Because it's Easter, duh.
Noteworthy: My nephew is becoming way fun. He learned to say my name (sounds the same as when he says "Hi"). He's also a budding mash-up artist. When you add the sounds he knows to the words we grown-ups were singing, you get, "Jesus Christ is ris'n today, E-I-E-I-O." He's also arranged the Beach Boys. "Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, 4-0-9" has been simplified to, "Clip clop, clip clop, NINE!"
The original was a bit wordy, if you think about it. And surely two-year-olds are nothing if not economical.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Things I Like
God. He's nice.
walking
watching TV
eating
reading
9 hours of sleep. in a row.
stretching, even though I'm not very flexible
applause
the way I look in my long leather jacket. you should see me in it. really.
not having to go anywhere
funny YouTube videos
furry, friendly dogs
walking
watching TV
eating
reading
9 hours of sleep. in a row.
stretching, even though I'm not very flexible
applause
the way I look in my long leather jacket. you should see me in it. really.
not having to go anywhere
funny YouTube videos
furry, friendly dogs
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