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For those of you who thought about Festival this past weekend, my duet partner and I are going to state in April!! My solo merited a superior minus, which I was pleased with. As my friend said, "congratulations on getting a superior and staying out of state." :-) Precisely my sentiments. Whoever invented festivals must have been a sadist at heart. Mini-Hitler or Mini-Stalin comes to mind. My judge was very severe, but in a good way. I got a talking-to for like five minutes and he said how poorly I did, but on my critique sheet he kept saying how much potential I had and how gifted I was, mixed in with his criticisms. I am so glad I've decided definitely *not* to go to OBU (he's the piano professor there). :-)
Oh, I have to tell this story my duet partner Stefni told me. As I told Miss Sare: "There's one concert pianist who practices all day. In fact, he practices so much that his hands bleed. So when he practices he puts two fish bowls full of water at either end of the piano. He practices his right hand and when it starts to bleed he soaks it in on bowl of water, and practices his left hand. When his left hand starts to bleed he sticks it in the bowl at the other end and practices his right hand again, etc., etc... Okay, so this concert pianist was at a really fancy restaurant; you know the kind that have the glass top tables? He got mad at the waiter, and the waiter got mad at him over something so when the waiter walked by a while later, the concert pianist took his pinkie finger and tapped the glass table with it. The glass table SHATTERED. ROFL! Isn't that great? But gross. I mean, can you imagine how big and muscular his fingers had to be? And his pinkie? I would've broken my finger, not the table. :-) Just imagine how strong his hands were to be able to tap glass with his little finger and break it . . . "
My little brother fractured his tibia and has a leg cast on. He's only three and is so little it's really hard seeing him with a cast on. He watched movies all day yesterday and this morning we've all carried him around letting him observe us at our work; that's about as far as his entertainment goes, though he's getting very spoiled. :-) He's a trooper though, and hasn't cried, and was an angel when the doctor put the cast on. He gets it off in four weeks, and "I doan like it! Take it off! I not go to doctor!" :-\
Daddy's in Sandviken, Sweden today. (Pronounced sand-vee-kin, as I learned...) He hasn't called in a couple of days, but I assume he's alive and well and enjoying the thirty-degree weather. :-)
I went and *watched* Heather's last home basketball game last Thursday. That was a lot of fun, except some certain people kept glaring at me for some reason. I think I'm on their bad side. At any rate, the girls lost to South-Central. SC had a mean girls' team and they fouled all the time. The refs couldn't catch everything though they tried to be fair. The girls were all so upset...poor Heather, she couldn't even talk to me because she's afraid she'd lose it. :-\ The coach was upset too, for having them play the game. He said next time they'll just walk off the court. Good. They might play them in a tourny this weekend. :-p
I'm off to lunch. Chloe, I hope your poison ivy is better? :-) Talk to you guys later!
Oh, I have to tell this story my duet partner Stefni told me. As I told Miss Sare: "There's one concert pianist who practices all day. In fact, he practices so much that his hands bleed. So when he practices he puts two fish bowls full of water at either end of the piano. He practices his right hand and when it starts to bleed he soaks it in on bowl of water, and practices his left hand. When his left hand starts to bleed he sticks it in the bowl at the other end and practices his right hand again, etc., etc... Okay, so this concert pianist was at a really fancy restaurant; you know the kind that have the glass top tables? He got mad at the waiter, and the waiter got mad at him over something so when the waiter walked by a while later, the concert pianist took his pinkie finger and tapped the glass table with it. The glass table SHATTERED. ROFL! Isn't that great? But gross. I mean, can you imagine how big and muscular his fingers had to be? And his pinkie? I would've broken my finger, not the table. :-) Just imagine how strong his hands were to be able to tap glass with his little finger and break it . . . "
My little brother fractured his tibia and has a leg cast on. He's only three and is so little it's really hard seeing him with a cast on. He watched movies all day yesterday and this morning we've all carried him around letting him observe us at our work; that's about as far as his entertainment goes, though he's getting very spoiled. :-) He's a trooper though, and hasn't cried, and was an angel when the doctor put the cast on. He gets it off in four weeks, and "I doan like it! Take it off! I not go to doctor!" :-\
Daddy's in Sandviken, Sweden today. (Pronounced sand-vee-kin, as I learned...) He hasn't called in a couple of days, but I assume he's alive and well and enjoying the thirty-degree weather. :-)
I went and *watched* Heather's last home basketball game last Thursday. That was a lot of fun, except some certain people kept glaring at me for some reason. I think I'm on their bad side. At any rate, the girls lost to South-Central. SC had a mean girls' team and they fouled all the time. The refs couldn't catch everything though they tried to be fair. The girls were all so upset...poor Heather, she couldn't even talk to me because she's afraid she'd lose it. :-\ The coach was upset too, for having them play the game. He said next time they'll just walk off the court. Good. They might play them in a tourny this weekend. :-p
I'm off to lunch. Chloe, I hope your poison ivy is better? :-) Talk to you guys later!