Friday, February 12, 2016
Y'all might remember that this past Halloween, I attended the church party dressed as Elsa.
Pretty much all of the smaller children were super excited about this (even the boys, which surprised me).
One of the little girls and her parents have been coming to church every Sunday since then. Stepmom has gotten friendly with the little girl's mother, and yesterday she called to tell me that it was the little girl who insisted that they all go to church on Sundays, because Elsa goes to that church.
Apparently, the little girl was also THRILLED that Elsa plays in the church band. She has been telling everyone in her pre school that Elsa goes to her church and plays in the band (much to the confusion of her teachers, I'm sure). She is convinced that I am actually the real life Elsa.
This is probably the biggest compliment I have ever received in my life. And I really needed it this week.
This week has DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGED. Next week, both bosses are away, so the days shall pass equally slowly. Yes it's nice showing up whenever I feel like it and taking 3-hour lunch breaks, but the boredom is still torture. I have tried to let the filing pile up to a critical level so that I have something to do at least for the first half hour on Tuesday.
Happy Friday, friends.
Monday, February 8, 2016
You see, now I possess the one Darwinian advantage that humans have over other animals: the ability to BS my way through anything.
I guess you know you really like someone when the prospect of 2 weeks without them (Drummerboy is on holiday in the Virgin Islands) seems bleak and horrible.
Dadum finally broke down and expressed concern with regard to the age difference. I imagine he is also concerned that his last unmarried daughter is going to go the same way as his other 2 daughters (i.e., marrying someone he absolutely does not want them to marry). 'Twas a short and awkward conversation.
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2. The Glamorous Life of a Musician.
As with many physical activities, playing a musical instrument eventually takes its toll on your body.
The bass guitar and the upright bass, for example. Keeping your nails too long will inevitably lead to said nails breaking REALLY CLOSE TO THE NAIL BED T.T
Also, hitting the strings eventually builds calluses on your fingers. In winter, what with all the dry air from the heat running all day, said calluses tend to split and peel and flake off.
you know what really friggin hurts?
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Playing through 2 church services with half of the skin missing on the fingers you use to play.
The problem is, I can't let the calluses build up because then I can't feel anything, which means I can't feel how hard I'm hitting the strings. So at some point, I'm going to have to scrape off the bits of my fingers that don't hurt yet.
Currently both are wrapped in bacitracin and bandaids.
3. More puzzles.
We finished this 1500 piece puzzle this weekend.
We identified most of the fairy tales, but the little dude floating in the upper left corner, the dude arguing with the fish, and the 2 women vomiting snakes and flowers remain a mystery. I've ordered another one by the same artist, this time with nursery rhymes.
I have started a second tiny kingdom.
The dragon is not spotted; I have given him tiny scales. It will probably take me the rest of my life to colour them in.