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April 1st, 2008
09:53 pm - Come Back Safely
Lindsy's twin brother Brandon was deployed to Afghanistan for 15-18 months. He left yesterday.
You don't have to agree with the war. You don't have to like that we're there. But please, pray that my husband's only family returns home safely.
He is trying not to think about it. I am trying not to remind him. And I am calling on all the same family and friends that I relied on when I was trying to pray Lindsy out of Korea (which, by the way, worked miraculously well).
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/worried_hammy.gif) worried
Current Music: Tori Amos - Angels
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March 31st, 2008
07:31 am - Useless chugging
So my battery is utterly kaput today, and I am forced to take a personal day.
Aside from the initial reaction of "... faaaaaahck!", I then tried to convince Lindsy that we could go to Wal-Mart in his car, buy jumper cables, and when one of the people parked next to me left to go to work, we could jump-start my car so I don't have to pay a tow truck.
He refused, on the grounds of playing Call of Duty 4 until 4 a.m. last night, and went back to sleep (he's on swing swift right now, so works from 2 p.m. to 10:30, which I suppose makes him entitled, but still: grr).
I called in to the school, feeling incredibly guilty, and then wanted to call back again and say, "Tell my sub to collect their essays! And remind them to turn in unfinished music journals! And we will have music binder check tomorrow! And if they want to finish the video from last week, the tape is in the upper right hand drawer of my beige filing cabinet..."
...and so on. And poor Denise, the secretary, would develop superpowers simply to be able to throw something large and pointy at my head from a long distance.
I will still give her the note about the essays: that's important. Then I'll watch a few episodes of Coupling, call a tow truck, and spend the day in the garage finishing off The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I have ridiculously never read.
I'm pretty sure it's just the battery, being over five years old and having built up serious acid-blue corrosion several times over the past few weeks. We cleaned it off, but it didn't work this time. I feel a bit nifty for being handy with the baking soda, though.
Sigh. I just wish I'd known I'd be taking the day off. I would have slept in a little longer.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/moody_hammy.gif) annoyed
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March 23rd, 2008
10:28 am - To the contrary
I am, in fact, alive.
I know. You don't believe me. You think this is the afterlife android I've been working on who is implanted with all my thoughts and memories, so that the interminable multi-blogging can continue for centuries to come.
But here I am. And only because I'm trying to avoid doing my Student Resource Profile, a lengthy project which is due Tuesday.
And, to jumpstart, the joy, I want you to ask me a question. ANY question, on any topic, uncomfortable or not. I promise to answer it honestly.
Although I'm sure by now most of you have heard the story of how my weird terrier swallowed a triple fish hook.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/wheel_hammy.gif) busy
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January 24th, 2008
12:26 am - What Do You Have To Say? - The Last Time I Sang...
About 3 hours ago, in the car on the way home from certification classes. Still not up to full range again, but I can do rock crap.
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December 5th, 2007
10:14 pm - This is how it is
I have a friend who is a sign language interpreter and instructor, and when she is mad or frustrated, she feels the urge to hit something hard, but can't, because she can't risk damaging her hands.
Well, I'm a professional singer and teacher who wants to scream or sing violently loud when she's frustrated. I'm also suffering from some sort of throat infection which makes singing hurt like a bitch and runs me hoarse after the first two class periods of my day.
You see the lovely paradox there.
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December 2nd, 2007
01:25 pm - Taking the guesswork out of Christmas.
Because I love you all and don't want to cause anyone stress, here it is:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/LWVQ4QJSMZDW
Also, things people may not know because they don't live with me...
I need a new watch. My current one is from Wal-Mart, it cost 9.99 and it turns my wrist green.
I have about five outfits suitable for teaching that I have been rotating out, but it'd be nice to have gift certificates to buy some nice, new professional clothes that didn't fit me forty or fifty pounds ago.
I am also a total dinner-and-movie whore, so gift certificates to cinemas (Regal & AMC are around here) or restaurants are always appreciated.
...That is all. Thank you.
Current Mood: materialistic
Current Music: Alexi Murdoch - Song For You
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November 4th, 2007
04:56 pm - Pick-Me-Up
It is difficult to feel incompetent when one can sing through Defying Gravity from start to finish, pitch-perfect, with that full-body, connected-air, locked-on-focus feeling that makes you think you just might be literally lifting off the ground.
It's part of why I sing my guts out in the car ride home from work every day.
It's also part of why I tend to run hoarse all weekend.
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October 15th, 2007
10:32 am - Excitement
I have a new "OMFG" icon. Behold the Fizzgig.
The reason for this lovely OMFG moment? Tuesday I was crying in my advisor's office about the stress of working, school, and money problems, asking for advice on financial aid (because grants for middle-class newlyweds getting music teaching degrees are NONEXISTENT), and she said she'd send out feelers and see if anyone was looking for music folk.
Got a response within 6 hours. The city ISD needed someone BAD. Applied Tuesday night, set up interview Wednesday morning, went to interview Thursday afternoon, second interview with principal Friday morning, offered job by superintendent five minutes into the drive home. Full-time, middle school choir director. No waiting.
Today, I am calling my grad school teachers ("um, remember that conversation about me needing a job? problem solved") to figure out my classes for the remainder of the year, calling alternative certification programs so the state of Texas doesn't get persnickety, calling the teachers who were my personal references to say THANK YOU SO MUCH (and also delivering loaves of pumpkin bread for a more significant thank-you), and hopefully calling the principal to say: "We have a 'Go' for a probational certificate. See you Monday."
I have 4 appointments today, and it's only 10:30. Guess I should shower.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/love_hammy.gif) ecstatic
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September 8th, 2007
12:05 am - The Allegra Chronicles
So my dog has figured out that all her rawhide toys and treats are in plastic bags under the end table by the door.
She has also figured out that if she noses into the bag persistently enough, scrabbling with her paws, she can wiggle open one or two containers (including those with twist-ties, which is alarming) and retrieve many, many prizes. There has already been at least one evening when I had to pick up eight or so rawhide squares and put them back in their bag, leaving her with the measly two or three she was already working on.
Tonight, I saw her plopped on a couch cushion, chewing something. When I looked closer, I realized it was one of her green Nutrident treats: it's shaped like a spiny toothbrush and is basically a multivitamin mixed with breath fresheners and stuff to clean her teeth. We're supposed to give her one a day.
Now, I don't mind that she likes these treats. I find it amusing that of all the "candies" under the table, she bypassed the peanut-butter cookies shaped like gingerbread men, and the little steak-shaped meat chewies, in favor of a minty toothbrush. But after she finished that one, I saw her hop up to go fetch another one.
I had to chase her around the living room to get it back, and after putting it away, I found a chip clip and snapped the bag closed, putting it on a high shelf. I turned around, feeling triumphant, and saw her neatly curl a paw under the coffee table, and retrieve another Nutrident from her secret stash.
I was laughing so hard I could barely talk, and Lindsy had to come see what was so funny. I checked under the coffee table, the couch, and the television with a flashlight to make sure she didn't have any more treasure troves, and they were clean.
I counted the remaining treats in the bag, and it looks like she didn't eat more than two or three, so it shouldn't make her sick. But I will say that she has exceptionally fresh breath.
(P.S.- Giving her plenty of rawhide and half of a cow hoof to gnaw on has already taken care of one of her baby canines, so here's hoping the other wiggles free soon.)
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/giggly_hammy.gif) giggly
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September 5th, 2007
10:01 am - Whine
I just want to whimper a bit...
Been gross/sick for the past week now, but we literally CANNOT AFFORD for me not to go to work. So I've been working, going to class, working some more. Never a day off to just recover.
And watching the back account like a hawk, because if everyone cashes the checks I've had to write before one of us gets a paycheck, we'll have less than $100 in the bank.
Yes, we are idiots for thinking we were doing fine.
Fucking accompanist fees and textbooks and car repairs and vet bills and...
Okay, I'm calm now. I just remembered that if the "worst" happens and something goes wrong (like a hospital visit), we have a credit card we could use. IF WE HAVE TO.
You can tell I'm new to this. How can some people live with being in debt all the time?
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/tired_hammy.gif) exhausted
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August 21st, 2007
02:09 pm - Puppy Love
Yes, we've had the dog for over two months now, and she is due for the rest of her vaccinations. I'm a horrible pet-owner, but since she hasn't dropped dead or started bleeding from the eyeballs, don't draw and quarter me just yet.
Okay, so we finally found a vet that sounds decent.
It was fun taking her out and showing her off, because the vet was quite impressed with how relaxed she was- she sat quietly when she received her shots and had blood drawn, as long as someone was giving her a little love to distract her. When the vet was done with all her tests, Allegra looked around at her, and licked her chin. No barking, no nipping, no whimpering. The vet was charmed. Might not be safe to board the puppy there: we'd never get her back.
And now, a moment of visual cuteness:
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/twotone/hamsters/smiling_hammy.gif) chipper
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July 25th, 2007
09:09 am - Doodley-doodley-doo...
Clearly I have been hanging with the wrong crowd.
Picked up HP7 at 12:30, ate at IHOP, read until 3 a.m., fell fast asleep.
Woke up at 8:30, moved into living room to let grumpy hubby sleep, read until 1 p.m. when the hunger pangs were getting annoying.
Resumed reading at 1:45.
Fell asleep on couch for undocumented length of time.
Left for call-time at the playhouse at 5:00, with my bookmarker at page 502. All the chipper little highschool girls had copies of Deathly Hallows under their arms, flipping anxiously around the hundred-page-mark and shrieking "No, don't tell me!" when someone would mention something further in the book.
Everyone thought I was crazy for already being at page 500. And yet here I come to LJ, reading back entries, and people are right there with me at roughly the same time. I tell you, I would have finished it if it weren't for that annoying nap that I didn't mean to take. Grr.
Finished the book the following morning (Sunday), and am quite satisfied.
Meanwhile, hubby was quite miffed that I ignored him for a full 24 hours in favor of a large chunk of bound and printed pages, and rather than mention his months of WoW addiction, I spent the last few days lavishing attention on him.
In other news, I get to meet my new voice teacher today, who likes to work with his students over the summers for free, to keep them up on their technique. This is whole heaps of yay.
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July 11th, 2007
10:15 am - Hallo
Almost over. Almost over. Almost over.
I hate tech week. With a big flame-y passion.
Yes, John, I would dearly love to hang out, but my schedule today and tomorrow will both be heavy on the suckage. Unless you just want to wander Wal-Mart after 10:30 at night, in which case we are good to go.
The show opens Friday. Today, my immune system caught up with me and I am fine company.
But... in the good news department, the fall is looking like it will be much better. Yay! Early music concert with Jake and Dan! Yay! High holiday singing job fun! Yay! Grad classes with a nice long commute to gather my thoughts and waste fossil fuels! (Al Gore would be so disappointed... but hey, I bought those energy-efficient light bulbs...)
Current Mood: tired
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June 19th, 2007
06:35 pm - Speechless
Leave a comment saying what you want me to talk about/discuss (I've been so gone, I have no clue who knows what and who's in which loops). Ask for information, or ask me a random question (even if you want to know my opinion/feedback on something going on with YOU).
All shall be answered, I promise.
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June 2nd, 2007
06:03 pm - Good news
So John, when you come to town you're going to have to come see me in Brigadoon at San Pedro Playhouse.
Eee.
(the director, when he called to ask me to be in the chorus, said "Between every time I hear you I forget what an exquisite voice you have." and I wanted to say, "So that's why you didn't cast me the last three times I auditioned! We'll have to get you some ginkgo biloba, sweetie.")
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May 24th, 2007
06:23 pm - So
Twenty-five. ::confetti::
I stole borrowed my restaurant's recipe for carrot cake, and baked it last night, frosting it with normal old cream cheese frosting out of a can. And just the scrapings off the sides of the pan taste completely awesome.
( recipe, for those who care )
In other news, today a 7-top of Mary Kay reps hoarded a table for 2 hours, and left me a 5.50 tip on a $60 tab (after arriving & ordering at separate times, with separate checks). Plus two (TWO) tables stiffed me on tip completely, and a third left cash which wasn't enough to cover the bill. THIS IS NOT OKAY.
Despite this all, I still made $40 in tips for four hours. Waitressing FTW (a.k.a. Reasons Why Borders Pay Sucks).
Current Mood: cheerful
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May 22nd, 2007
09:04 pm - There are times
...when we must sit back and reflect.
( groan, whine, and whimper )
I feel allowed to do a bit of drinking tonight. Don't worry; it won't become a trend. I'm far too optimistic for that.
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May 17th, 2007
05:21 pm
They canceled Veronica Mars. Boooo.
CW has officially lost a viewer, since that was the last show I would've kept watching. Bleh. I guess you just outgrow some networks.
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May 13th, 2007
11:47 pm - Pooped
Much thanks to all those who helped with the heavy moving today (meaning Ray). The boys picked up the truck at 2, and by the time I got off work at 3:30, they had the thing damn-near filled!
In the space of time it took me to eat a sandwich (hadn't eaten since breakfast at 9), they finished carrying in the last of the big things and I jumped up to help with boxes of random stuff that it'd be easier to take in one load, rather than tomorrow.
We unloaded everything by five, arranged the furniture (although I must've moved those stupid couches and the big rug at least five times), and headed out for dinner by six. At least we only had to buy dinner for one extra person, and my tips for today covered dinner AND ice cream (with about thirty bucks to spare, so yeah). Then we dropped Ray off and I "nested" (i.e. put stuff away in new places) while Lindsy showered off the stank and watched Episode V (yeah, Star Wars fans, the best one).
Our kitchen is still TINY, the apartment looks less humongous with all the furniture in it (but still cute and homey, instead of like the inside of a trailer), and the loveseat cover we bought is more of a puke-green than a sage-green, but I figger I'll rub some dirt on it to give it a nice earthy shade, and I'm devising ingenious ways to save kitchen space. Everything FITS. It's not overcrowded, and the tons of closets mean that we don't have the fabulous pile-o'-crap huddled under the staircase this time. We may even be able to clearly organize our crap in record time.
So yeah, tentative housewarming/birthday party on Thursday, May 24th. Let me know if that is ZOMG THE WORST DATE EVAR for you, because I can bump it over or back a day or two, but I want to keep it at least in the neighborhood of my actual 25th birthday.
P.S. John is fired for being in Europe (again) on that day. That is all.
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May 12th, 2007
10:58 pm - Online quizzes
I still occasionally take online quizzes that I think will have interesting results, still knowing that most likely I will get a result that says something I already know and bore me.
And then I take the quiz. And the results are boring. And somehow, I am still surprised.
But John is coming to SA this summer! Yayyy!
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