Like “molasses in January,” as Mother used to say. That’s my broadband connection this morning. There’s a dead fish in there somewhere. Gotta get the Thriller on the case.
More later…
S-L-O-W
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Monthly Archives: May 2009
Not that I’m counting…
…but I have 15 days of school left. Sixteen if you count my contract day on the 4th of June.
Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about it. Glad, I guess (you can be sure the students are). But what’s in store for me in the summer? Some good things — great, actually — and some not so good:
- 5 June: Going to Columbus for the day with Hannah and New Grandson, so she can attend a series of meetings and still have the baby nearby for when he gets hungry. A whole day, almost uninterrupted, with New Grandson and his great aunt Mavis…joy. Good.
- 21-26 June: On the faculty for the Heartland Vocal Camp for Jazz & Pop Singers at Tiffin University. Should be great fun — a week of working with young pop/jazz singers, and singing with a hot band every night. No suckage there. Good.
- 13-15 July: Speaking at the Nebraska American Choral Directors Association conference at Doane College, near Lincoln. Mighty fun. Good.
- Every other available minute: studying. Um…not so good.
I always gotta go and ruin it, don’t I?
Fink, stressed
PS – text message from Hannah: doc says baby can arrive any day now. That’s a good thing!
Fantástico
What a delightful evening last night. Awesome Mothers Day party. It was great to see everyone (although unfortunately, Simone and Jon weren’t able to be there).
As usual, there was wanton silliness, and no shortage of hugs and photo ops.
Off to the school house for the final week of rehearsals before the concert craziness starts. Still debating whether or not to make them all stand the whole time this week…we’ll see what kind of mood I’m in when I get there. Heh heh. It’s good to be da queen.
FO
PS – Hey, if you’ve a mind to, root for the Cavaliers tonight please and thank you
No studying today
Because it’s Mothers Day. Yay for me! Thank you, Woodrow Wilson. Actually, I’m just looking for an excuse to not study today. Found it.
As some of you may have read in the bio post I did last year, my mother, Barbara, was a wonderful lady. Sure, we had our problems (see yesterday’s post), but bottom line, for good or ill, she devoted herself completely to parenting Mavis and me. I mean, for almost twenty years, that was her sole occupation in the world. And I for one will never forget that sacrifice, even as I hope she got some joy out of it, too. I know we did.
~
To all the Finkville moms, I say “Happy Day!” To all my fiends who are fortunate enough to be sons and daughters of moms who can still be hugged, I say, “Go do it, right now.”
Mavis and I are being treated to a pizza party tonight with the whole gaggle. What are you doing for Mom’s Day?
FO
Rant-urday
Well now, fiends, I am in a mood. I seethe, therefore I rant.
I positively refuse to believe this. But then again, not really. Because, sadly and embarrassingly, that’s what America represents. We are above nothing. This, to my horror, is a truly illustrative slice of our popular culture. This is what we think is quality entertainment; representative of our national identity — the stuff of time capsules buried beneath the Capitol building. We have to be ridiculously careful to never, ever misspeak in public for fear of legal retribution, but we can celebrate the insipid, cruel and ignorant things Matt Groenig writes, and cover it up by saying, “Hey, free country. Change the channel if you don’t like it.” Well, to that person I say, I DID change the channel and I STILL think you’re a stupid hick. HA! So there. Sue me for hurting your feelings. Next thing you know, Stewie from Family Guy will be on a postage stamp. Hahaha!! Aw MAN that would be awesome! Heh heh OMG that is hilarrrrious. Hey let’s go git us a bat and destroy us some mailboxes, k? We’re Amurricans and we got the Confederate flag and *bANg*
Unbe-friggin-lievable. But let’s see, what else…
Oh, this. (Of course it happened in Ohio, as so many national-news-making stupid things do.) Reminds me 100% of my childhood and young teenage years, enduring the Religion of No. No dancing, no card-playing, no rock and roll, no watching Ed Sullivan (Dad thought he was a Commie sympathizer), no reading Time (Dad: “It’s a Communist rag”), no walking into a place where they served alcohol (“What if Jesus came back and caught you in there?”), no smoking because God can’t look on it… no, no, no, no. If my dear father were here, I would tell him that I would have made him crazy with my rebellious behavior even if I was never allowed to attend that first junior high school dance. Furthermore, I don’t care where Ben Roethlisberger went to high school. Moreover, I like to use the word moreover. Get moreover it.
I resent my music ed exam. See, there are two parts to it, selected from a pool of four possible subject areas (philosophy; then quantitative, qualitative and historical research methodologies). Well, I failed the quantitative part, but my marks on the philosophy essay were listed as “high pass.” Yet, I have to take both parts of the exam over again. Not fair. They have earned my enmity. Right, I know…life ain’t fair so get over it. I’m trying, so GET OFF ME! Why do you have to be so CRITICAL???
*straightening skirt, smoothing hair*
Well now, that was nice. I feel better. I must say I’d better hurry or I’ll be late for my breakfast meeting with Jerry.
Hating everything and everyone (except you),
RF