Every once in a while my hangups from my growing years resurface. Case in point, the other night the kids were talking about some classmates, who in their estimation are a model couple.
Ladies Man: They're both good looking on their own.
Princess Dawdle: They're like the super attractive couple in the school.
Kevin: Yeah, that's kinda like me and your mom in high school.
Me (wondering what planet he was living on): Psshhht. Yeah, Fat Hog and Geeky Boy.
Everybody laughed. Except me. I still feel sorry for Fat Hog.
Ladies Man and Princess Dawdle performed in District Music Contest last Friday. Princess Dawdle played her saxophone in Concert Band and sang in First Edition show choir and Chamber Singers. Here's a fairly decent pic of the Chamber Singers performance (can you believe it?!). Both kids are in the back row.
Ladies Man was very busy at District Music Contest, competing in Wind Ensemble, Jazz Band, Concert Choir, Chamber Singers, Limited Edition show choir, a trombone solo, a vocal solo and a boys' quartet. Whew. Makes you tired just reading it, right?
I tried and tried to get a pic of the quartet before they sang. Finally, they obliged me with this cheesy pose.
Proof they actually sang too.
I've been doing little home improvement projects the past few weeks to get the house in better shape for graduation. I'm feeling a little RAWR-y as today I fixed, all by myself, a broken kitchen drawer. I think it's gonna be better than before. Is it weird that I like patching up walls and doors and spackling and using wood putty and painting the whole smack better than before? This is one advantage of owning an old home. There's plenty of those kinds of projects waiting for me at all times.
I'm hoping to spend my summer tackling them all and getting my house better organized. This will probably involve parking a huge dumpster in my driveway at some point and hauling out all the junk that's been sitting around forever. (A note to my children--Don't forget the zillions of times I've talked about how we're all gonna do this, ok?) Gotta be done. This is the summer to do it.
Ever see that episode of Seinfeld where George declares it's going to be the Summer of George? Yeah. I'm declaring this the Summer of Ultimate Clean-up and Organization. Don't worry. It's seems better to me than it sounds. If I could get my house as organized as I imagine it could be, I would be one happy, less stressed woman. It would free me up to have fun and spend hours reading and writing and all the things that require time but I feel guilty taking when my house is in disarray.
No. I am NOT a clean freak. I am a clean freak wanna-be.
Drama Queen is almost done with her classes this semester and moved a lot of her stuff home last night. YAY! Now we'll get all used to having her home again and really get accustomed to her presence only to have her move out again in a few months. Ugh.
But I'll take what I can get. Glad to have you back full time, babe! Welcome to the Summer of Ultimate Clean-up and Organization! (No groaning, sweetheart, . . . just had to get a rise out of you.)
Happy Birthday to Drummer Boy who turns 24 on Monday. 24!!! How did I get to be the mother of a 24-year-old?! I suppose I should change his name at some point, but Drummer Man just doesn't have the same zing as Drummer Boy. The name sticks for now. He'll always be my little boy, right?
Love you to death, son. Truly.
I'm taking a deep breath today, as tomorrow starts the marathon of concerts and graduation festivities. I think I get a free night again somewhere around May 13. If I am MIA next Friday, know that graduation has consumed me. I'll be sure to fill you in on it the following week.
Have a terrific weekend, friends and find more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.