Thursday, January 20, 2011

Where Have You Been All My Life?

About two years ago I asked Shawn for something.

A piece of plywood.

Oh, and also a hinge.

And a latch.

You see, I had a vision. A vision for my 40+ year old laundry room. That would make my life easier in just the smallest way.

He didn't see my vision.

Fast forward to a month ago when the ugly, hideous, atrocious wall desk that has been in our bedroom for way too many years finally came down. It was like the Berlin Wall here people. I have hated that thing since the day it came in the door. But you know what? He finally saw my vision. And a big plus, I didn't need the hinge and the latch.

I give you...the folding shelf.

And please excuse the rest of my laundry room. I could have cleaned it all up to take the pictures, but that would be a lie. The laundry room in our house is where the dog lives, eats, drinks, and uses her litter box, where I do laundry, and where everything that doesn't have a home goes to live.

Please tell me you all have an area in your house like this. I need to know it's not just me. If it is just me, I might start humming, braiding my hair, and drinking vanilla extract straight from the bottle.

Anyone?

Moving on.

See how it just folds up out of the way so my children can stuff clothes down in the sorter?

Think it's time to do the warm load??

It's perfect for folding Shawn's shirts.

Know what we did when we got home from our honeymoon?? Oh get your minds out of the gutters, this is a family blog. Shawn taught me how he wanted his t-shirts folded. That would be the Navy way. Not the Army, the Navy. He was currently serving in the Army. We had a lesson time. I had to show I could do it before we could continue with our lives. But if we're going to be honest here, it's also a good place to put things that are waiting to be folded. I did clean these off tonight. By folding them. Because now there is a sweater air drying there.

It's sad that my life can be made so much better by a piece of wood and a vision....isn't it??

Don't answer that.

Goodbye forever.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Junior High All State

In July I went to our local music store and spent $6 on three pieces of sheet music and a cd.

It was time.

Time to start practicing for the first Junior High All State audition that was the last Saturday in September.

McKinley started practicing on her own and with Juju at voice lessons each week. With one song in a foreign language it took a lot of work.

At the first audition she was accepted into the COCDA Mixed Choir. The top choir of our region of Oklahoma. We were thrilled:c)

But there was something better. Junior High All State. That meant two more auditions.

She isn't a fan of the auditions since they're live. And of the three auditions, two different songs and different 16 bar cuts are made. So each time you show up it's something new. But this year was different than the last two...this year she had several friends auditioning with her.

And she made it! Over 1600 7th, 8th, and 9th graders audition for the 365 spots. We are quite proud.

This was her second year in Junior High All State. Her second year to check into her favorite hotel in the world. (Please understand her limited travel up to this point in her life.)

The Renaissance in downtown Oklahoma City.

I of course go to chaperone. It's the least I can do:c) I have stayed in a few more hotels than her, and this is a really nice one. I love the geometricness of it. And the granite in the bathroom.

Love. I don't know how it happened, but the three moms and the three girls got handicapped rooms. If only the moms had gotten it, I wouldn't have questioned it. I did feel luxurious walking into the shower instead of stepping in I must say. But when I got out, I'd flooded the entire bathroom. Water was standing about a half inch on the floor. No one else had that problem. I know, I'm special. Thankfully later that night McKinley did the same thing. We can't figure it out. Must run in the family. When you stay in a downtown hotel the restaurant choices are endless. There are tons to choose from within a short driving distance. Tradition (from last year) had to be followed. So dinner the first night was at Earls Rib Palace, lunch at Toby Keith's I Love This Bar and Grill, and dinner at Zio's. Hello high calories. But I was on vacation.

When we were at Toby Keith's two tables full of men and women in uniform were seated next to us. I have this weird glitch in me. I don't cry at movies, books, or life in general. But anything having to do with the military, and I get all verklempt. I had an idea after I'd gained control. In elementary all the students learn a song called "You Are My Hero". It's a tear jerker that's sung at the Veteran's Day Round Up. Last year the high school and middle school choir students learned it so the four singers I was with all knew it. I pitched my idea. One agreed. Not mine. I pitched again with guilt involved. I won two over. I pitched again to the teacher and suggested it was an assignment. All agreed:c) We picked just the first verse and chorus and I went to the tables and told them we were going to do something for them.
Oh boy was I verklempt. Several of us were.
Trust me, they were more impressed than this picture shows. The picture with the other table of soldiers looks much the same. They must have their game faces on.

And to prove we're in Oklahoma... Boomer Sooner baby!

Our hotel is prime location because the 13 hours of practicing happens across the street at the Cox Convention Center. Our hotel has a walking bridge. As I was late leaving practice one day I saw this. That's my daughters arm emptying the water out of their ice bucket bag.

I can't make this stuff up.

I stopped by their room to show her the picture and found this. Since there were three of them in their room she volunteered to sleep on the floor so no one would have to share. The house keeper had fixed her bed for her! Pillow, bedspread, folded blanket, and phone charger all set up. How cute is that? One of the other moms had found out the hotel had a complimentary limo that would take guests to Bricktown. We decided to surprise them on our last night.

She looks really surprised, doesn't she? She's ridden in limos before so I guess we just really surprised her. The other three hadn't been in one. Paige in particular fell in love with the driver Cliff out of sheer excitement. Which led she and McKinley to decorate the dinner table. Keeping with tradition we took pictures by the Zio's sign. I have a posed picture but the jumping captures just cracked me up.

This is what I got when they jumped on two instead of three. I don't know if McKinley is concentrating or surprised that they can't count. Either way I crack up every time I see her face in this picture. There I got them all. They are such a fun group! Bricktown is beautiful no matter what time of year. Too soon we were checking out of the hotel. They loved every minute they spent there. Especially when George Strait was spotted in an elevator:c) McKinley came screaming into my room that George Strait was in the hotel! After she calmed down she said, "Wait, who is George Strait?" I guess she knew enough to be excited. The dress rehearsal was at our church where the concert is held. I wanted to practice with my camera so I'd know what settings would be best for the concert. I'm guessing McKinley figured out when I was focused on her. I just love my church. It's so beautiful.After the final rehearsal we had lunch and headed to the school so they could get dressed.

McKinley borrowed my heels. And apparently my pastie white legs.

Don't ask me why I took this picture here. In the choir room. In front of the trophies. In front of the blue monster type animal thing. I should have taken them outside. But we were out of time and patience and this is what I got.The concert was amazing and bittersweet. McKinley finished with Children's All State last year. This year she finished Junior High. (They overlap for two years.) Next year she will audition for High School which is quite a bit harder.

I wonder when the music and cd will be for sale at the music store....


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

This Just Happened

Through texts.

Shawn:Just now settling down to start our second case. (This is at 8:45 pm when he's normally home at 5. A doctor wanted to do two head cases and they started at 1.)

Me:Holy cow balls! (Sorry for that. It just seemed to fit the situation.)

Shawn:I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but uhhh...cows don't have balls:-):-D:-D

Shawn:Neither do steers:-):-):-):-)

Me:What?? Then how do they make baby cows?

Shawn:Only bulls.

Me:Well then holy bull balls! (Again I apologize.)

Shawn:This concludes our bovine lesson of the day.

Yep, that's the type of conversations we have.

Through texting.

While he's at work.

I love it!

Monday, January 17, 2011

On This Day

For those of you who know what today is....I don't have any thoughts.

But I do have a story.

In Pre-K the students of course learned what this day meant. Kennedy's best friend Meredith took it to heart. When their family was doing their devotions for that day it talked about liking and being nice to people who had a different skin color than you. Meredith said, "I like Kennedy and she's brown."I wonder where she got that idea.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Roll Call

I take roll each Sunday in our Sunday School class. It was a job I wanted for a long time. I can't exactly explain why though. But it is mine. Our class has 257 people on the roll but attendance ranges from 80-130. So basically I'm busy for a while. And since our class often gets first time visitors, I have a lot of people to remember. I can look at someone I've known for 10 years and not have a clue who they are. But I can look at a visitor that's there for the 3rd time and know exactly who they are.

How, you might ask.

My notes.

It's necessary. Very necessary. We have had 20 visitors on one Sunday before. If even one of them comes back the next week, I need my notes to help identify them.

What type of notes? Glasses. Long hair. Tall. Short. Permed hair. Highlights. Any identifiable characteristic.

At a recent class council meeting they decided that having a second person who knew enough people to take roll would be a good idea. I can't be there every single Sunday of the year and have about three people I call to fill in. Each of them knows about a third of the people. I'm not good at math, but I know enough to know those aren't good odds. The first Sunday we were both there she asked me a ton of questions and I felt pretty confident in her abilities.

But over the last few months each time that I'm gone when I get back I find notes that she's written to help herself.

And they crack me up.

The first time this couple was here I wrote down 'incredibly curly hair' next to this ladies name.It also works for my assistant.

I wrote this also when this couple came to visit. It's like we're one person.

'Big guy' is a perfect description of this man. Well, he's tall. Like 7'5". Okay, maybe not that tall, but the last time he sat on my couch I should have moved the coffee table a bit...like across the street...so that he wouldn't have looked so uncomfortable.So we notice the same things. But....this one escapes me.And cracks me up. I wonder if this actually helped her. I asked yesterday when we were both at a meeting. The laughter from everyone that heard me ask drowned out any answer she could have given me.