Going Back to Middle School

Middle School. That's a weird term that my kids have used to describe sixth through eighth grade. When I was growing up, it was "junior high". Whatever the name, I think it's still the same experience ;-)

I've been accompanying the Slauson Middle School choir for the last year. I love the gig. The music is never very hard, I get out and have a life with someone other than the cats and dogs, Mr. Steck (the choir director) thinks I am God's gift to the piano, and I get paid in restaurant gift cards. What's not to love?

Not wanting to set a bad example, I don't like to pull out my phone to take pictures of the experience. But John has never remembered to take a picture of me at concerts (even when I was playing on my old high school stage). So I snapped a quick one at rehearsal. It's a really funny picture though because it looks like two boys are dancing. Really, they were practicing moves for a funny Christmas song, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardness of all of those young teenagers.

I love this gig.

Comments

The Quest for Birkenstocks

One of the main reasons I go to Germany every couple of years is to restock my supply of Birkenstocks. I started buying them when I lived there, and I basically can't live without them now. It just about kills me when a pair runs its course and needs to be thrown away. I think in my lifetime, I've thrown away only three pairs. One that never was quite right (the straps were plastic and would cut into my skin after a long day), one pair that I wore gardening one too many times (the brown dirt stains wouldn't come out of the white leather), and the pair that I was wearing when I broke my ankle (they were an unfortunate casualty of broken ankle PTSD because those purple and blue paisleys go down as one of my favorite pairs of all time). I only threw out the garden ones a couple of days before I left for Germany, because I knew I would be getting a new pair. The only store where I have ever bought my Birkenstocks is Hoffmann's in Speicher. (Well okay, t...

Johannah's Bridal Shower

One of the only reasons to lament my daughter not living in Utah anymore? Sister Mecham. When I think back to the absolutely classic, beautiful, elegant, heart-warming bridal shower she threw for Glo, I literally sit in awe. Her talents and abilities are unmatched! Believe me, I was hoping anyone would volunteer to throw Hannah a bridal shower. Being only two weeks post-op, I knew it was going to be very difficult for me to stand up let alone host the thing. I even asked several people about me throwing it, thinking they would tell me it wasn't up to me, but do you know what they ALL said? Of course I should host it. This is what we do, baby! So I took a deep breath and decided to do it the best I could do it, knowing that I would never equal what Becky Mecham could do. Since Hannah's wedding colors were Tigers colors, and since Hannah loves baseball, I figured a baseball-themed bridal shower would be perfect for her. And she agreed! But l...

Saying goodbye to KitTen

Last week, we said goodbye to KitTen. Sadly, it was way too early for him to die. When I worked at Interlochen during the summers, I knew a medical assistant who fostered animals before they were put up for adoption by the local humane society. She got a Siamese-looking kitten after I had already left camp and posted a photo of him on FB. I reached out immediately. Growing up with Siamese cats, I really do love them. I love their personalities, especially how vocal they are. I adopted KitKat back when we lived in Dayton, but in a strange turn of events, a girl who was cat-sitting him before we left for Germany wouldn't give him back. Since then, we've had mostly tabbies (with the GRAND exception of Hootie), so I was excited to start an adventure with another Siamese. We were living in PA at the time, so Mark and Allison brought him out to us. Because he was going to be MY cat, I was determined to give him THE most perfect name, but in the end, w...

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

Search This Blog