*lives*
SO lately I sort of fail at LJ? And 'online' in general. I WILL try for an actual update, but see, right now there is this thing going on, we around here call it "October", which STEALS EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF MY TIME, SUCKS ALL THE LIFE OUT OF MY BLOOD, AND IS SLOWLY EATING MY SOUL.
Life = Work.
And work has been sort of frustrating, hence the lack of updates. I still love it, don't get me wrong, but yeah. We had competition last week and will for the next two for sure and possibly (AND HOPEFULLY OMG ADVANCE YOU LOSERS *EYES BAND*) more after that and yeah. So we have extra rehearsals? Cause the band has this thing.
They don't practice.
Also they talk too much. THESE ARE NOT THINGS I AM OKAY WITH. I don't know why they ARE okay with them. Sometimes I wish to shake them and I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. I shall never have children, kthnx.
Also my car is called the Manionmobile (affectionately! Awww! yay for my car!) and I apparently somehow have developed a reputation for having a very good ear for tuning and being EXTREMELY PICKY ABOUT IT. This pleases me.
But Rob is going out of town next week to Houston so he's leaving this weekend to be able to visit his family and I want to go but I can't go (for my sanity - that would be SO. MUCH. DRIVING) and my daddy wants to come to see us and I both WANT him to do that and weep at the thought of how I will feel guilty about the whole not actually BEING here thing and then the awkwardness of Rob entertaining him? Yeah, but he wants to see Mila OH AND SHE STARTS TREATMENT tomorrow and is one of a few things keeping me sane.
Dear My Flist:
Hello, I love you, I shall return to you in November. Hopefully. The football team is undefeated SO PLAYOFFS HEAR WE COME. *does not cry. honestly*
After contest last Saturday (it is approximately 5 pm. We got there at 7:30 am)
Tawny: Do you want us to go home, Mrs. Manion?
Rhowan: *feels guilty* Uhm, yes?
Tawny: *sad face* Oh, okay. I guess I'll call my mom then.
Rhowan: *trails after her* It's not that I don't love you! It's just...I love my husband too! And this week I've seen YOU more than HIM!
Aaron: *laughs*
Rhowan and Tom (another director) at the same time: IT'S TRUE!
Colton is an eighth grader. Cynthia is a senior clarinet player. They both crack me up.
Cynthia: Mrs. Manion, do you have to stay here until this little boy finds a ride home?
Rhowan: Well, I sort of can't *eyes Colton*, since we have rehearsal at the stadium in a few minutes, which by the way you should leave to go to.
Colton: *to Cynthia* Hey, can YOU take me home?
Cynthia: Well, I WOULD, but I have to go to the stadium and also my car is already full...
Rhowan: *looks at car STUFFED FULL OF BAND NERDS, mutters under breath about clowns and cars, waves back at them, the crazy things*
Cynthia: PLUS, I'm a stranger.
Rhowan: Cynthia, this is band. We're all strange, here.
Colton: I guess I'll call my mom.
DO WE SENSE A THEME?!
Life = Work.
And work has been sort of frustrating, hence the lack of updates. I still love it, don't get me wrong, but yeah. We had competition last week and will for the next two for sure and possibly (AND HOPEFULLY OMG ADVANCE YOU LOSERS *EYES BAND*) more after that and yeah. So we have extra rehearsals? Cause the band has this thing.
They don't practice.
Also they talk too much. THESE ARE NOT THINGS I AM OKAY WITH. I don't know why they ARE okay with them. Sometimes I wish to shake them and I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. I shall never have children, kthnx.
Also my car is called the Manionmobile (affectionately! Awww! yay for my car!) and I apparently somehow have developed a reputation for having a very good ear for tuning and being EXTREMELY PICKY ABOUT IT. This pleases me.
But Rob is going out of town next week to Houston so he's leaving this weekend to be able to visit his family and I want to go but I can't go (for my sanity - that would be SO. MUCH. DRIVING) and my daddy wants to come to see us and I both WANT him to do that and weep at the thought of how I will feel guilty about the whole not actually BEING here thing and then the awkwardness of Rob entertaining him? Yeah, but he wants to see Mila OH AND SHE STARTS TREATMENT tomorrow and is one of a few things keeping me sane.
Dear My Flist:
Hello, I love you, I shall return to you in November. Hopefully. The football team is undefeated SO PLAYOFFS HEAR WE COME. *does not cry. honestly*
After contest last Saturday (it is approximately 5 pm. We got there at 7:30 am)
Tawny: Do you want us to go home, Mrs. Manion?
Rhowan: *feels guilty* Uhm, yes?
Tawny: *sad face* Oh, okay. I guess I'll call my mom then.
Rhowan: *trails after her* It's not that I don't love you! It's just...I love my husband too! And this week I've seen YOU more than HIM!
Aaron: *laughs*
Rhowan and Tom (another director) at the same time: IT'S TRUE!
Colton is an eighth grader. Cynthia is a senior clarinet player. They both crack me up.
Cynthia: Mrs. Manion, do you have to stay here until this little boy finds a ride home?
Rhowan: Well, I sort of can't *eyes Colton*, since we have rehearsal at the stadium in a few minutes, which by the way you should leave to go to.
Colton: *to Cynthia* Hey, can YOU take me home?
Cynthia: Well, I WOULD, but I have to go to the stadium and also my car is already full...
Rhowan: *looks at car STUFFED FULL OF BAND NERDS, mutters under breath about clowns and cars, waves back at them, the crazy things*
Cynthia: PLUS, I'm a stranger.
Rhowan: Cynthia, this is band. We're all strange, here.
Colton: I guess I'll call my mom.
DO WE SENSE A THEME?!