Thursday Stuff

Girl Talk Thursday (GTT): Roommates

Today, we’re talking about roommates.

ME: I lived with three other girls for a short time period in my early twenties.

There was a black-haired woman, a blonde, a red head and me, the brunette.

The black-haired woman was the no-nonsense, smart one in our group. She also played referree a lot because when you have that many women under one roof, the amount of estrogen is bound to explode from time to time.

The red-haired woman was the good little Christian girl. And by that I mean, she was our voice of reason whenever the rest of us got out of hand.

Which was often.

The blond-haired woman was the party slut in our group. She had no problem sleeping with anything that possessed an ounce of testosterone. She lived to shock us and shock us, she did.

Then, there was me. I was often the hot head in the bunch. I went along with a lot of what the other girls wanted to do, but I was often the one who quit the activity first.

Together, we were quite intimidating. We all had different, and very strong personalities and we got into a lot of fights – girly fights, not knock down and drag ’em by the hair fights.

The red-haired woman got on my nerves a lot. Her holier than thou attitude was really annoying. But I butt heads mostly with the blond-haired woman. Her and I … never saw eye-to-eye on anything. Ever. And I suspect, now, that she was jealous of me.

We only lived together for one year before we had had enough. The black-haired woman and me moved out on our own – the blond-haired woman moved out and got pregnant (big shocker) and the red-haired woman moved back home with her parents.

In a lot of ways, the girls in the Sex in the City show reminds me of me and my three roommates. We had a lot of drama in our lives but unfortunately, we didn’t get along as well as the women in that show.

That was one experience I vowed never to repeat. It also reinforced why I don’t have a lot of women friends to this day — women totally get on my nerves.

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ME AND KEVIN: Kevin and I lived together for two years before we got married.

I’ll wait for the collective gasps of horror to subside.

I’m not sure how his family felt about the arrangement, but my family was not happy. My parents thoroughly disapproved of the arrangement.

And quite frankly, I never gave it much thought. Kevin and I worked together at a bank and he was six months out of his divorce from his first wife and sort of needing a place to stay. He had been renting an apartment at the time, but he had just moved in and the complex was rough — he was often woken up by yelling and fighting neighbors.

He was on the verge of moving back home with his folks when we met. My own roommate (the black-haired woman had gotten married and moved out and my new roommate was a liar and a thief and I thoroughly disliked her), was getting ready to go into the military and had one foot on the threshold when Kevin moved in.

It was a strange arrangement at first. B continued to live there until her arrangements had been finalized and it was cramped and … awkward. But we settled into a comfortable routine after she left.

I think, looking back, living together was the best thing for us. It was a trial “marriage” if you will, though neither of discussed getting married for quite some time. Living with Kevin convinced me that I could put up with him, even at his worst. (Because you don’t truly know someone until you live with them, in my opinion).

We were compatible on so many levels. I could see myself living with him for the rest of my life.

After about 18 months of living together, the practical side of my personality took over and I gave the man an ultimatum – either we got married soon or we would go our separate ways.

That sounds cold, right? But here’s the thing – I’m a realist. And I know that if men can take the easy road, they will. Why would he want to get married when he had everything but the ring?

I wanted more. And I didn’t want to waste any more time on the man if he didn’t feel the same way.

Lucky for me, he felt the same way and proposed.

I’ve thought long and hard about whether or not I would encourage my boys to live with their girlfriends before marrying them. Kevin looks horrified when I suggest it, but when I point out how well it worked out for us, he has second thoughts.

I still haven’t decided if I should encourage them to live with their girlfriends when the time is right, but if it helps them pick a better mate in the long run, wouldn’t it be worth it?

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THE BOYS: We talk about the future a lot. Well, I talk to the boys about their future a lot. I want them to know, in no uncertain terms, that they are more than welcome to continue to live in our house after they graduate provided they either

A. have a job and are actively saving for their own apartment

and/or

B. they have a job, and/or are going to school and saving for their own apartment.

I will not have 30 year old sons living at home playing video games all day.

Newp. It ain’t gonna happen. Again, I’m a realist.

This makes it sound like I’m being harsh, and I suppose I am, to a certain extent. Kevin and I are more than happy to help our sons start an independent life but we’re not going to support them, at least not financially.

And the boys know this.

Sometimes, when I “casually” remind them about our open invitation to live with us (with stipulations, of course), the boys will mention something about rooming together in their own apartment after they move out.

This really warms my heart. I can’t tell you how important it is to me to know they LIKE each other enough to even consider this as an option.

I hope it happens. I honestly do. Not only will it be good for them, but it’ll help me handle the fact that they are out in the cold, hard world, that they will be together and that they will look after each other.

I’m so blessed to have children who get along with each other, who consider each other best friends and who aren’t repulsed by the idea of sharing an apartment together when they become full-fledged, responsible adults.

I don’t know, it makes me feel like I’m doing something right, you know?

Thursday Stuff

Make it a Dirty Dozen, Please. Okay Fine, Make it Random

1. On an average, how often do you splurge and buy something for yourself?

Wellllll, funny you should ask.

First of all, I’m cheap. No big news there. But once in a while, I will get a wild hair up my … nose, and I will step outside my cheap box and actually want to buy something totally off-the-wall.

For example, my latest hair? Shoes.

I have developed a “thing” for ankle boots. *drool* Love them. And I have determined October and November are my favorite months because they are the PERFECT time to wear these yummy ankle boots.

I have two pairs right now. A clunky black pair and a pair that look like cowboy boots. LOVE THEM!

But I made the mistake of going to Shoe Carnival yesterday, just to see what they had (BIG MISTAKE!) and ran across these pretty ladies:

shoes Oh HELLO LOVER.

I tried them on.

Someone tie me down because I’m heading to heaven (wow, that couldn’t BE any more cheesy).

So, SO comfortable. I was actually salivating. (And just when you thought I couldn’t possibly make myself any more pathetic).

But the price tag brought me crashing back down to earth. Sixty-five dollars!? Are you INSANE!?!

I can’t spend that much on a pair of shoes – no matter HOW yummy. But I will confess, that is all I’ve been able to think about and now I’m thinking I MUST HAVE these for my birthday next month. The big challenge now, is to somehow convince my husband that I will die without them.

Yeah. He’s making funeral arrangements as we speak.

2.What is the last creative project you began/finished? Feel free to post a pic of it.

Creative? Me? Well, you’re looking at it. This blog is my latest creative project. This is about the extent of my creativity …..

Oh wait. That’s not entirely true. I just finished re-designing two headers for a few clients of mine. I suppose you could call them creative though I simply took elements of what they sent me and did a little something/something with them.

Want to see? Fine, twist my arm. 😀

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*shrug* I don’t know, I like them. And I had a blast working on them.

My next BIG creative endeavor is, of course, writing my fifth novel … er, novella for National Novel Writing Month in November.

3. OK, Goldie Locks, do you consider your house too big, too little or juuuust right?

I love our house. I truly do. I think it’s the perfect size. We have a three bedroom, 1 1/2 bath ranch-style home and it’s on a big corner lot in an older, but classy, part of town. We are very comfortable here.

And the best part? It’s paid off. 😀

It is dated though. We (okay, KEVIN), are in the middle of planning a new kitchen. Kevin is going to recover our existing cabinets (do you guys KNOW how much new cabinets cost? Think $25,000!!!!!), possibly recover our existing counter tops (though that’s an experiment at this point), new appliances (because all of our appliances are at least 16 years old, if not older) and a new tile floor. We’d like to have all of this done by next Thanksgiving when it will be our turn to host Kevin’s family for Thanksgiving dinner.

We have no plans on ever moving from this house. Kevin talks about wanting a big brick house sometimes, but I only have to say one word to break him from that dangerous trance.

Mortgage.

We plan on updating and improving our house over the next several years and truly, that’s more than good enough for me.

4. What is your favorite outdoor chore?

Wait. What? You lost me at “chore.”

Ugh. I’m not a big outdoorsy kind of person. I LIKE the outdoors, but to actually get my hands dirty?

Um. No. I’m a total priss when it comes to outdoor chores. I’ve never mowed the grass (*blush* I KNOW. That makes me sound like such a spoiled brat, doesn’t it? But yeah, I can not lie), and I will simply laugh in your face if you even suggest gardening or landscaping.

Kevin does all of that. I stick to the indoor stuff. I LIKE being outdoors, but to actually work outdoors? No thanks.

I suppose, if we were going to get technical, I really enjoy camping. And that’s a pretty big chore in itself. And yes, I’m splitting hairs.

5. If you knew that cigarette smoking was not bad for your health but would be a weight loss tool, would you use it? Why or why not?

Nope. I tend to turn my nose up at “quick fixes,” of any kind. I prefer to do things the old fashion way – watching what I eat and exercising. I’ve never been one to jump on any diet bandwagon (though I confess, I have tried diet pills), and I get very impatient with people who think there is a quick fix to dieting.

I also get VERY ANNOYED with people who b*tch about skinny, hot, beautiful women. Seriously. Do you realize how much time and effort it takes to first get that way and then maintain it?! Lazy people will never be thin because it takes a lot of work to BE skinny.

(Like I’m skinny – not. But I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m feeling comfortable in my own skin so I suppose I feel like I can make that generalization).

There is no magic formula. The only thing that truly works is watching your food intake and moving.

Period. (Sorry to burst your bubble).

6. On a road trip, would you rather drive or ride?

Definitely, absolutely, no question about it – drive. I get car sick really, really easy (think going cross town easy), so it just makes a more pleasurable trip if I drive.

Like next weekend? When we travel to St. Louis for a band competition, I’ll be driving. I just have to or I’ll get sick. I could, and do, take motion sickness pills, but they make me so drowsy and loopy … I just hate that feeling.

So, I drive.

7. What do you consider a trivial pursuit?

The small stuff. It’s taken me a long, long, loooooong time to chill out about things. I’m a controlling person (GASP! Shocked??) and if things didn’t go my way, I’d get bent out of shape.

I STILL get bent out of shape at times, but overall, I’m learning to pick my battles.

Like this whole “I refuse to cut my hair because I’m trying to hide from society and I know it makes mom crazy” issue? Yeah, I’m over it. I figure hey, we have pictorial documentation of their unruly hair. I’m confident they will look back on these pictures someday, shake their heads and think, “WHAT was I thinking?”

THAT realization alone vindicates me. 😀

8. How long do you watch a movie or read a book before giving up on it?

Not long. I have a pretty short fuse when it comes to my entertainment. I usually know in the first fifteen minutes of a movie or the first 50 pages of a book whether I’m going to continue watching/reading it.

For example: Crank 2. That has got to be one of the LAMEST movies I’ve seen in quite some time. It supposed to be a tongue-in-cheek version of action / thrillers, and I get that? But wow, it was really, really terrible. If you don’t mind completely lame, stupid humor and lots and LOTS of blood and boobs, then watch it, otherwise, pass.

And I can not believe people gave it a 6.6 / 10 rating on IMDB. Seriously? I’d give it a 1.5. Don’t waste your time. Trust me.

9. Is there a song that you really love but are embarrassed to admit because it’s not cool or it’s racy or because it’s by Hall and Oates?

Backstreet Boys.

I know. TOTALLY LAME!!! But wow, I love dancing to their songs. They are so catchy and easy to sing to. My boys are absolutely horrified whenever their songs come on my iPod (I listen to my iPod on a boombox thingie), but they’re peppy and …. I like them.

Hush.

10. On a scale of 1-10 (10 = extremely) how spontaneous are you?

Probably a 3. I like to know what’s going on and I loathe surprises of any kind.

Just ask my guys.

11. Are you a food and/or beverage snob?

It drives my mom crazy whenever I ask for a bottle of water when we go out to eat.

And yes, I’d have to agree, I AM a water snob. We have a water cooler and we purchase distilled drinking water in 5 gallon jugs. I can not stand city water. It’s not that it’s BAD, at least, compared to a lot of cities (I’ve heard), but it just tastes so …. metallic to me. It seriously makes me gag. I can’t stand it.

And I don’t care what people say, I don’t LIKE drinking all of those minerals and crap they are required to use in order to sanitize it.

And coffee. I’m sort of a coffee snob, too. I use to drink Starbucks every day (until I figured out I was spending about $700 bucks a year! Ouch!), but now I drink brewed coffee in the mornings. I still don’t care for instant coffee, though Kevin and I went through Starbucks after lunch yesterday and they gave us a sample of their newest instant coffee and WOW! It was dee-lish and really packed a punch with the caffiene content. I have a feeling I’ll be drinking massive amounts of Starbucks instant coffee next month during NaNoWriMo.

12. Who/What are you trying to control in your life? (I hear people gulping and see them sweating in anticipation of how to answer this one.)

HAHAHA! This question amuses me.

I’m like the poster child for control. I have to control everything in my life.

And that includes everyBODY in my life, too.

That’s why I’ve never taken up smoking, or gotten hooked on drugs, or wish to take a flu vaccine because someone is telling me to take it … I don’t allow anyone or anything to control any aspect of my life.

I have a mind and I’m not afraid to use it. Of course, I didn’t say it was a GOOD mind, but still …

At the Moment

Enduring Physical Discomforts

I’d like to write little vignettes, little moments in time, just to document my thoughts and the events of the moment. My biggest challenge, will be keeping it short.

Hence the “vignette” part.

I tend to think that I can’t possibly post anything under 1,000 words. I don’t know why I think that. Actually, I don’t think that, it just sort of works out that way. I’m long winded, I guess.

Let’s see if I can break that mindset because sometimes? Precious moments are simply that – moments.

I mentioned that we took Jazz in for an orthodontist consultation. They took x-rays and determined that the boy still has THREE baby teeth.

Three. I was shocked. I mean, the kid is 14 1/2 – is that even normal??

But no worries, the permanent teeth were clearly visible and the baby teeth were literally hanging on by a thread.

We went to Panera Bread Monday night as part of a fundraiser for the high school band. And while there, Jazz bit down a little too hard on a piece of bacon and though his tooth didn’t come out, it knocked it pretty loose.

We came home and the boy grabbed a paper towel and immediately worked it out. No fuss. No drama. The tooth popped out and there wasn’t even any blood. Which leads me to believe the sucker had been ready to come out for quite some time and Jazz simply ignored it.

He does that. He ignores his teeth. He ignores them when they get loose and he simply waits for the tooth to fall out on it’s own. Or it gets knocked into an awkward position and it hurts him to eat and he has no choice but to get the thing out because by that time, it annoys him.

Jazz is getting really good at ignoring physical discomfort. I think that’s a good thing, to a point, of course. But these past several weeks have really taught him a lot about enduring discomforts. He’s been pretty sick, a head cold, and yet, he’s still had to practice and show up for his performances. He’s had to emotionally and physically move past his aches and pains and concentrate on the task at hand.

Though it’s about killed me to see him SO tired and feeling SO bad, I think it’s been a good lesson for him to learn.

Life, unfortunately, doesn’t stop because of one loose tooth or a stuffy head.

NaNoWriMo

Na-No-WHAT-O?

If you’ve been reading me for any length of time, then you KNOW I sort of have this unhealthy obsession with National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).

And it’s unhealthy in the fact that I REALLY get into it. So much so, in fact, that I splurged on this totally awesome, but totally overpriced (IMO) NaNoWriMo hoodie.

But hello?! Check out the awesome-ness!! And besides, I’m justifying the overage on the fact that it’s going to a good cause and OH MY GOSH, I’ve never run across a writing program that has blessed me more.

So, it’s totally worth it to me. 😀

I will likely wear this hoodie for many, many years — I’m the sort of person who tends to literally wear out her clothing, so I will definitely get some good use out of it. And who knows? Maybe someone will ask me what the acronym stands for and I’ll have a chance to scare tell them all about the most awesome writing program available.

Which brings me to my favorite part: talking about NaNoWriMo. 😀

For those of you that don’t know (and if not, WHERE exactly have you been these past few years?! *grin*), NaNoWriMo is:

From the NaNoWriMo website:

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It’s all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that’s a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.

And that’s exactly why this project appeals to me so much – the QUANTITY part. I spend too much time worrying about the quality. In fact, there are times it actually paralyzes me so that I either get discouraged or disgusted with myself – either way, I end up quitting my project.

But NaNoWriMo has given me permission to just write. I tie my inner critic up, shut the bugger in a closet and I’m FREE to write anything I want. It’s soooo liberating.

But instead of of continuing my random blubbering about the program, I’m going to take Benjamin Solah’s questions and answer them here. This will give you a pretty good idea of how I feel about NaNo and what my plans are. If you want to take these questions and answer them on your own blog, be sure and let Benjamin know that you participated.

When and how did you find out about NaNoWriMo? How did it go?

Ugh. I’ve been staring at this question for eons. HOW did I find out about NaNo? I can’t remember! I’m thinking I stumbled across … oh wait, yes I DO remember!! (I’m excited because it’s a big deal when I can remember things *smile*).

I was reading a chick-lit blog maintained by four really awesome writers. Three of the writers escape me at the moment, but one of them stuck out – Lani Diane Rich. I loved her voice so much that I followed her links back to her personal blog and read more about how she got started in writing.

And she got started with NaNoWriMo. In fact, she went on to PUBLISH her NaNoWriMo novel!! I thought that was sooo cool and to this day, that still inspires me.

After I researched the program a little more, I got terribly excited and immediately signed up, October 1, 2005.

I was scared out of my cotton-picking mind when it was time to start. I wrote some such crap nonsense story about a woman who travels to New York City to try and make a go of her desire to be a talk radio host.

It was truly garbage. No, really. I’m not sugar coating it, it really, really stunk. But that wasn’t the point. The fact that someone finally gave me permission to write, to just let go of my inhibitions and WRITE, was really the thing I took away from the experience. I’ll never forget that feeling – it was amazing and was quite literally what broke my literary cocoon — I emerged not necessarily a better writer, but definitely a more free writer.

How many times have you done NaNoWriMo?

This will be my fifth year. I plan on participating in NaNoWriMo until I reach the day I A. don’t remember what NaNoWriMo stands for and/or B. when I’m physically unable to.

And that includes talking. Because even if my fingers don’t work, I’ll use a tape recorder. 🙂

How many times have you won? If you haven’t won, what was your best result?

I’ve won all four years. And I will continue to win because I’m too OCD NOT to.

How did it go last year?

Really well, actually. I have settled into a groove, I suppose. I just mentally prepare myself to write 2,000 words, period. I don’t think about it too much, I just do it.

I’m usually really strong in the first two weeks, and I actually get ahead of the game (you need to write 1,667 words a day in order to make your 50,000 goal), which is good, because by the third week, I’m burned out and I rarely end up writing that week. Then, by week four, I’m panicking because time is ticking and I REALLY want that nifty winner’s badge, so I buckle down and cross the finish line with usually one or two days to spare.

Usually.

Where do you write and with what do you write?

I have to leave my house to write. I usually end up in either a study room at the public library or at the university library where it’s really, really quiet. Sometimes, if I have a full day scheduled, I’ll get up early and shut myself off in my husband’s music studio and write before everyone else gets up. It has to be really, really, and I mean REALLY stone-cold silent in order for me to write.

I usually cart my laptop around. Though there have been times I’ve taken my Neo someplace off-the-wall, like the park or the lake, simply because I need a change of scenery.

This year might be a challenge though. I work from home so have had the freedom to do all of that in the past. This year … I will likely end up getting a holiday job (hoping it turns into something more permanent after the holidays) so who knows how that will pan out this year.

How do you find time to write?

See above.


Are your partners, friends and family allies or enemies?

Yes. And no.

Kevin, my husband, is very supportive. He knows how important this is to me, even though he doesn’t fully “get” it. He’s rarely around when I’m writing, but on the weekends, he’s usually okay with me leaving and hanging out at the library for a bit AS LONG AS it doesn’t completely interfere with our time together.

I can’t ask for a more supportive spouse, quite frankly.

The boys don’t really get it either. They just roll their eyes at me, but they are interested enough to ask what my word count is and that really warms my heart.


What are you strengths and what do you use to help you get to the end?

My strengths are my beginnings. I pride myself on starting the story smack dab in the middle of the excitement. My characters are usually pretty charismatic, if not a little inconsistent, but I enjoy surprising the reader with an uncharacteristic move now and again.

I think my biggest motivation to finish is seeing that fancy-smancy YOU WON page that pops up after you submit your final word count.

That and the web badge.

It’s quite a high to me to know that I produced that much in such a short amount of time.

What are your weaknesses, obstacles and challenges that hinder you from finishing?

My biggest weakness is boredom. In addition to the doubt, I just get bored with the story. The middle kills me each and every time. Then I get discouraged because I think, “Well, this story must suck because if I’m bored, my reader is definitely going to be bored.”

My biggest obstacle is my procrastination and short attention span. I am INSANELY EASY TO DISTRACT.

Oh look! A bird!

So making myself sit down and write is my biggest challenge. (Like this entry? I think I’ve stopped and gone to go do something else about 30 times now).

Do you plot/outline/plan or do you write by the seat of your pants? How much do you plot or how unprepared are you?

Good lord, no. I WISH I had the discipline to sit down and plot out my story, I’d get so much done and I’d actually finish something, but no. I prefer to follow my characters around like an eager dog just waiting for that delicious bone. Again, I get bored. I like surprising myself because my characters inevitably take the story off in a direction I never, ever thought possible and suddenly, I’m faced with a new challenge.

So no, I don’t plot. I’m a pantser – I just write by the seat of my pants.

I go through a lot of pants. 😀


Do you participate in the real life community, go to write ins and meet ups in your area?

*sigh* I would love to. But my community seems to lean toward drama. In fact, the very first email I received for this year’s NaNo cautioned, and outlined, what to do if/when someone acted inappropriately.

No thank you. I don’t DO drama. I simply won’t put myself in a situation where I’m forced to deal with it. I’ve read enough of the online exchanges to know, they simply aren’t my crowd. They’re all college-aged kids hell-bent on being cool and drowning their livers. Again, I’m way too old for that crap and I’m simply not interested.

What are your writing aids? Special snacks, music, totems, rewards or punishments?

For some odd reason, I’m like Pavlov’s dog when it comes to writing. I MUST have some sort of caffeinated drink by my side when I write. That could be coffee, it could be an energy drink, but I always seem to write better when I’m high on caffeine.

I try really hard to stay away from the sugary snacks – I crash pretty hard – so I tend to snack on crackers, dry pancakes and flour tortilla shells.

Yes, I AM that boring.

I also have to wear my reading glasses. I technically don’t need them, but I feel smarter when I wear them … so I wear them.

Hey, I can use all the help I can get, thank you very much.

My goal, if it pans out, is to post a little something from my main character on my blog each week. Who knows if it will work out, but that’s my goal for now.

In the meantime, I have some more brainstorming to do. You’ll know it’s happening when you see the smoke plumes in the distance. 😀

Good luck if you’re participating!

Band

First Marching Competition – Valhalla Results

Marching bands have come a long way from just playing the marches of John Phillip Sousa, as demonstrated by a battle of the bands Saturday at the Valhalla Marching Band Festival.

There wasn’t so much as a toot of Sousa’s “Washington Post” march to be heard from just before dawn to the festival’s end near midnight.

Instead, performances by some bands included an homage to Michael Jackson — complete with drum majors in black fedoras and suits and sequined silver gloves — fistfighting horn players in a cowboy-themed performance and even knights in shining armor.

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My heart started pumping hard Saturday morning and it didn’t stop until late Sunday.

What a weekend. What-a-weekend.

Today, I feel like I’m recovering from a marathon. And I didn’t even run it!

Jazz had his first band competition Saturday. It started at 8:00 a.m., but they weren’t scheduled to perform until 4:45 p.m.

They lumped the participating schools into classes starting at A and ending at D – the class determination depended on the number of winds and brass in the band. Since Jazz goes to a larger school, his school was categorized as D.

His band director wanted the kids to go through the routine one more time before it was time to head to the stadium, so we dropped Jazz off at the school at 1:00 and they spent an hour warming up and going through their songs. At 2:15, he called me and we came back home so he could change. (He actually took his uniform to school with him, but didn’t know he needed to change first before we arrived to pick him up – but it was all good, we had time. Poor kid was so scatter-brained and excited, he didn’t know which way was up).

We arrived at the designated area and dropped him off. Me, Kevin and Dude then went up to the stadium and paid our $7.00 bucks each (yikes!) and took our seats. We arrived just in time to see the last few bands in the C class perform.

They were spectacular. In fact, every single band we watched was absolutely spectacular. I can’t IMAGINE being the judges, talk about tough decisions!!

Our kids were the first band in the D class to perform. And they did great. The Color Guard gals really looked beautiful and though our songs were slower and quieter than most of the other bands’ songs, they were classy, elegant and really, really beautiful. I had serious doubts about the music selection going into the competition, but I can now see why the director picked those pieces. They were unusual and really difficult for a marching band to perform, and perform well.

And our kids? Played them perfectly. I couldn’t have been more proud of them.

But the problem with being first? You have to sit through and see the rest of the competition.

And OH. MY GOSH. The bands that came after our kids were phenomenal. No seriously, they blew me away! They had PROPS, and BIG MOVES, and FUNKY, UNUSUAL music and it was all IN YOUR FACE sort of entertainment so that by the time all of the bands had performed and we were waiting to hear who won what in the prelims and who would go onto the finals, I was depressed and absolutely terrified. Our kids were fantastic, and their talent certainly measured up to everyone else’s, but I was worried the actual show wasn’t flashy enough. Our Color Guard girls wore classic white, flowing costumes and our drum majors wore all white, smart drum major uniforms, which is great, but when compared to the sparkly and outrageous costumes that some of the other Color Guards wore, or the actual ball gowns that some of the other drum majors wore (my brain shut down at that point – BALL GOWNS?!), I was seriously worried we wouldn’t get into the finals.

Here is a short mash-up of the prelims – our kids aren’t on here, but you’ll get a general feel for what sort of entertainment we had the privilege to watch that day.

Thirty-two bands performed, only 12 would go to the finals. I was chewing my fingernails, I was so nervous for our kids.

The time came. All of the drum majors lined up to hear the results. I should have taken pictures of them all lined up, but I was honestly so focused on what was going on, that thought never even crossed my mind.

They began announcing awards for outstanding winds, marching and maneuvering, drum major, soloist, percussion, and Auxiliary.

Our Color Guard won the outstanding auxiliary!! This was quite an honor considering ALL of the other creative performances!!

Then it came time to read which bands placed and which ones would go on to the finals.

I felt faint. All of our kids had gathered across the field and were sitting in the away bleachers. I thought it was so classy of them to stick around and watch the other bands as opposed to going back to their base and changing out of their uniforms, like all of the other bands did.

Fourth place was announced. It went to the school the boys’ friend attended.

Now the pressure was really on.

Third place was announced.

AND IT WAS OUR KIDS!!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, the entire band were on their feet and cheering, it was so exciting!!

But we weren’t out of the woods yet. According to the rules:

The first place band in preliminaries in Class A, B, C, & D automatically make finals. The next & highest scoring bands, regardless of class, complete the finalist bands.

So even though we placed third in the prelimiaries, it didn’t necessarily mean we would go onto the finals – it all depended on our scores.

And I meant to keep track of our scores, but like a dolt, I didn’t buy a program until after finals started. Yeah, I’ll be more prepared next year. (No I won’t).

They began announcing the eight bands who would go on to the finals (because remember, the bands that placed first in their class were automatically entered).

Name after name was called and my heart continued to pound harder and harder with each name called. I had to hold onto the railing (because by this time, we were standing on the sidelines) to keep from keeling over.

I lowered my head and with each name called, I kept saying our kids’ school name hoping that would somehow make the announcer call our band.

And then it happened …. THEY CALLED OUR NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WE WERE IN THE FINALS!!!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, just typing that makes my heart pump hard again. I’m also still hoarse from yelling my fool head off. 😀

They called for a break and we walked across the field to meet Jazz. The band hadn’t been excused yet so we stood around and listened to their band director caution them about eating heavy, greasy, fatty foods and to stick to water, no carbonated drinks (it would dehydrate them). He then asked everyone to meet up at “their” place at 9:15 p.m.

It was sort of a mad house to get out of there, but we took Jazz to Taco Bell (making sure he didn’t order anything greasy and making doubly sure he didn’t spill anything on his overalls). He was too excited to eat, but I made him scarf down a chicken taquito and drink some water.

After bathroom breaks, we headed home.

Yes, home.

I didn’t allow him to compete in finals. It was getting late and he was looking so exhausted that I didn’t think it was in his best interest to continue.

PSYCH! AS IF!

No, the temperatures had plummeted by that time and we were all freezing. So we ran home to grab a sleeping bag, I could change my shoes (I was wearing these and my toes were frozen solid) and Dude wanted to grab a stocking cap.

After we grabbed our extra gear, we headed back to the meeting place and dropped Jazz back off. Since the bands were using one of the other high school stadiums (a bigger and better facility), all of the competing bands were stationed all over the area. Our band actually happened to be using a neighbor’s yard. I’m sure that wasn’t annoying for the poor guy. lol

We headed back to the stadium and watched the bands compete for the “hardware” (i.e. trophies), one more time.

Finally, at 10:30, our kids were back on the field.

I don’t know what their band director told them, but I can honestly say, these kids never played so hard, or concentrated so much on doing a great job as they did in this last performance.

They were perfect. The songs they played require them to get really soft, then go loud, then go really soft again and oh my freaking gosh, it was so pretty I had tears in my eyes (of course, it could have been the cold wind or the fact that I was emotional, but we’ll go with touched). And I’m not just saying this because it was MY kid in that bunch; they were breathtaking.

Two more bands performed after our kids and then it was time to wait to hear the results.

Again, the place was sizzling with electricity, the place was so on edge. The announcer began speaking …

Twelfth place goes to …

Eleventh place goes to …

Tenth place goes to …

Ninth place goes to …

And still, they hadn’t called our school. My heart rate jacked up into over drive.

Eight place goes to …

Seventh place goes to …

Sixth place goes to …

Fifth place goes to …

I was near breaking point. We made the top five?!?

Fourth place goes to …. US!!

Our kids placed fourth!!! Out of 32 bands!!!!! OH. MY. GOSH!! It was so exciting!!

They then announced the top three and I have to say, I totally agree with their choices. The top three schools were … I don’t even know what adjective to use – they were THAT good. And they certainly deserved their wins.

Again, our kids sat on the away bleachers and though they cheered, they really didn’t cheer that much – they were reserved. Which I thought was odd. Maybe they were in shock?

People began filing out of the stadium and we began the journey back across the field again. It was only when, after the drum majors had made it back over with our trophies (because our Color Guard? Made Outstanding Auxiliary again in finals!), that our kids came alive and screamed with excitement. Everyone paused as they were leaving to look over and smile.

Our kids were so …. CLASSY!!!

Needless to say, our first competition was just ….. indescribable. I checked the results from last year’s competition and our school didn’t make it to finals. So, the fact that not only did they make it to finals but placed fourth is A FREAKING BIG DEAL!!

YAHOO!

Here is a picture of Jazz after we located him and gave him his much deserved congratulations.

Valhalla - Oct 09 - Won 4th place

Saturday was one of the most exciting days in recent memory. I’m still recovering. Jazz was just exhausted yesterday and actually felt a little sick. But after getting plenty of rest, he felt better today. I think it was all the adrenaline and the excitement that got to him.

Next weekend, we head to St. Louis for the Bands of America competition. I can’t wait.

I hope my heart can take it.