Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Ode To Summer

I'm bored...

I'm bored...

I'm bored...

I'm bored...

I'm bored...

(repeated by children at least 20 times per day for the next 75 days)

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Not Half Bad

Warning: This is just a regular post, and not any fancy story. Hope this doesn't disappoint!

So last night's concert went pretty well, considering there was the one and only DISASTROUS 2 hour rehearsal the day before the concert. I did pretty well, and was able to keep focus during the concert. And my hands didn't even shake!

I was pretty stessed about the whole event, and I spent about 7 hours all told on the piano yesterday, trying to make sure I had everything perfected. I felt ready, yet extremely nervous. Especially since the rehearsal didn't leave me feeling confident at all that this concert would turn out well. We had 1 hour per choir class (so the choirs didn't even practice together) to practice 12 songs. You can imagine how that went. We practiced half of some songs, and others we practiced a couple of times, but we did not get to go through every single song. And each choir practiced different songs. Which I guess was okay for them, since they have been practicing the songs all year--but NOT okay for me, since I only had 3 weeks. And I had never practiced with the choir before. And here were a couple of songs that I practiced, but she announced the day before the concert that we wouldn't be doing them.

So I got to the school at 6:00 pm, and I thought we would go through all of the songs, but we didn't. We only went through a couple--the ones that needed the most work. Which was fine. But then she decided to play "Hawaiian Rollercoaster" for the performance--I think because her version and my version were slightly different. I had been playing the straight rhythm that was written in the music, but she wasn't playing that, and so I think she was afraid that I was going to throw the whole song off.. Not my fault that she wasn't playing it like it was written. That's the problem with not having an accompanist until the last minute--it makes it difficult because there is no familiarity between the director, choir, and pianist. So it is almost impossible to mold a piece.

But all in all, the performance went well. I made a few mistakes, and there were some timing issues, but I don't think they were very noticeable to the audience. I think the mistakes were pretty minor. So I am happy with the job I did. And all of the prayers I said--I know that the Lord really blessed my performance. there is no way I could have done it without His help!

The only glitch in the evening was at the end of the concert, she didn't acknowledge me--and so I didn't get to bask in the applause of the audience. Oh well. It's a thankless job. But of course my mom went to bat for me and went up to her afterward and told her that she should have acknowledged the accompanist at the end of the concert. She said she had just forgotten to do that. Whatever.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Are You Kidding? or: The Pathetic State Of The Middle School Choir

Once upon another time, Buttercup was frustrated. Teen One and Teen Two had been sent to a Royal Academy of Learning, but it was quite beneath their remarkable abilities, yet there was no choice but to endure until the end of the school year. Buttercup encouraged Teen One and Teen Two to become involved in extra-curricular activities, as a way to pass the time until the beginning of summer break.

Heeding the wise advice of Buttercup, Teen Two decided to enter the annual talent contest, and wanted to showcase her musical abilities by singing a popular ballad of the day. She asked Buttercup (who also had great musical ability) to accompany her on the pianoforte. Regretfully, Teen Two did not win the contest, but Buttercup was able to use the experience as a networking tool, and thus became the accompanist for the Royal Academy's Choir.

Now, Buttercup was an extremely organized and capable lady, and she found it difficult when others around her were not as well put together as she would like them to be. One such person was Madame le Choir Director. Although Buttercup was a tolerant and compassionate person, she became quite disenchanted with the entire idea of accompanying anyone ever again, due to the ineptitude of MCD (or Madame le Choir Director).

This is what Buttercup had to say, " I am so angry right now, I could spit! Well, since I am a lady, I would never spit, but if I wasn't, then I would. I have 12 songs to learn by May 20th, and I have had about 3 weeks in which to learn all of them. Some of them are rather difficult, and 3 weeks is just not enough time to learn all of the pieces that I have been asked to play. I am quite happy to lend my services, but I feel like I haven't been given enough time."

She continued, "I was supposed to go into the school on Friday(May 15th)to rehearse with the choir for the first time--keep in mind that this is 5 days before the actual performance. I got Teen Two out of school early so she could keep an eye on the two little people and then I also had to pick up Mary Poppins from school at 1:30, because I was unable to arrange for someone to pick her up at her regular release time of 2:30. So I spent 45 minutes picking up and dropping off people. I got to the school at 1:45, just a few minutes late, and went straight to the choir room. There was nobody there. I went to the office, and the staff there informed me that there was a school assembly, and that I would probably find MCD there. I went to the gym, and there she was. She asked if we could reschedule the rehearsal, and I told her about the lengths I had gone to to be able to be there that day, and maybe we could reschedule for after school, when it would be more convenient for me?"

"She said that it wouldn't be possible to practice after school because there wold not be any late buses next week, so she could not require that the members of the choir attend a late practice."

"What?! Don't these people have parents? Can't they pick them up?! What about how difficult it has been for me to arrange my schedule, not to mention that I have not had enough time to perfect the 12 songs! "

Buttercup said, "Anyway, I now have to go in again tomorrow to practice (one day before the concert)--my sister is going to watch Harold and He-Who-Is-Not-Yet-Named. But I still have to pick up Mary Poppins early and take her to the rehearsal with me, because nobody seems to want to cart Mary Poppins around in their car all afternoon. Can't understand why not..."

So being the gracious woman that she is, Buttercup will rehearse with the RAC, and pretend to be happy while doing it. Maybe she will wear a disguise to the concert, so no one will recognize her, just in case the event turns out to be a disaster.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

As You Wish

Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far, far away, lived an extremely spoiled maiden named Buttercup. She lived in a comfortable home with her 5 small servants, and the live-in farmhand, whom she preferred to call Farm Boy.

One day Buttercup decided she was tired of city life, and so she called on Farm Boy to find her a suitable country estate.

"As you wish," said Farm Boy, and he spent months scouring the countryside for acreage that would be accommodating to the lady's exquisite tastes, and he finally settled on 3.5 acres in the heart of a parish aptly named Queen Creek. It was the perfect place for such a lady, so she ordered Farm Boy to pack her belongings, and she moved with her servants to a small, but comfortable villa--until the country estate could be properly prepared for her arrival.

While waiting for the estate to be prepared, Buttercup became bored, and decided that she would like to have some animals to amuse her.

"Farm Boy!" Buttercup called. "I would like a cow, or two. Get me some."

"As you wish," replied Farm Buy, and he promptly visited a local merchant of beef, Sir Ethington to bargain for a cow. In all, he brought back 5 cows--one for each of Buttercup's servants to care for. Buttercup was pleased.

As the months wore on, Buttercup discovered the need for a new amusement. Her servants were quite inept at keeping her entertained, and so she called for Farm Boy to find her another type of entertainment.

"As you wish," he said, and set off on yet another search.

Lord and Lady Reinhold, of Pecan Creek Estates, knew of Farm Boy's efforts, and sent a message to him informing him of a new batch of chicks that might interest Buttercup. They were willing to give 2 dozen chicks to the Lady Buttercup as a gift, in honor of her great beauty and charm. Farm Boy was pleased.

He brought the chicks to Buttercup, who thanked him for the present and promptly went off to bed, while the servants played with the chicks and neglected their duties. And so far, everyone is living happily ever after---until Buttercup decides she wants a pig and/or a spider.

Friday, May 8, 2009

In Which We Introduce The Characters

Now that I have this fabulous blog,
I must introduce you to my family.

This is ME (aka Buttercup) and STEVE (aka Farm Boy).
Of couse it was taken 17 years ago,
but I prefer to see myself as still 20 and still skinny!

This is our mucho macho 15-year-old,
MICHAEL (aka Teen One).
Dontcha love the pants?
There is a story there for another post...

This is HAILEY (aka Teen Two).
She is a very artistic and talented 13-year-old.
And has an artist's temperament, too.

Here is 6-year-old AUDREY (aka Mary Poppins).
She is such a hoot--she always has
something wonderful up her sleeve.

DYLAN ( aka Harold) is 2 and has a real knack for coloring on anything and everything in sight. Can you guess why I choose to call him Harold?

And 7 month old JACOB (aka --haven't come up with a literary nickname for him yet--any suggestions?--I thought about Sunny, but she was a girl).

There--now you have been properly introduced.

It is nice to meet you!!!!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I Finally Did IT...

Here I am.

I vowed I would never be a BLOGGER.

But, here I am.


I don't know.

Maybe it is because I have always been a joiner. Maybe it is because I have so much time on my hands, I needed just one thing to keep me busy. Maybe it is because I am slowly losing my mind and needed a place to release my crazy thoughts.

Who knows?

Maybe it is because I have toddlers and teens and everything in between, and I needed a place to call my own.

Well, this is MY SPACE. Since I can't even go to the bathroom without being followed, I needed to find a place where my children could not come, unless invited. Well, this is IT!!! Yay me!

Welcome to my world...