You call THAT a banquet?

Earlier this week my hubby tells me I was invited to their band banquet. I was SO excited! Again, like the last post, I though I could relive some of my past through Joe being a high school director. And again I was wrong.

Disappointment #1: It was at the school...in the cafeteria. Decorated nicely, but really. The cafeteria? Ours were always in the ballrooms of hotels. Maybe we were just spoiled.

Disappointment #2: Dinner was catered by Texas Roadhouse. Now, I love me some Roadhouse, but not for a banquet decorated in the style of mardi gras.

Disappointment #3: I had to sit at the head table which meant no playing with my iphone during the ceremony.

Disappointment #4: The "ceremony" took nearly 3 hours. Awards to be given, speeches to be made. I felt like I was at the academy awards...EVERY senior gave a speech.

Disappointment #5: Had to stay till the bitter end. Being the band directors wife, we couldn't very well leave early. We were the LAST to leave.

Disappointment #6: No dancing, no DJ, no photographer. Again, maybe we were spoiled.

That was 5 hours of my life I can't get back. Can you tell I was a little disappointed?

Reliving the glory days?

When Joe got his new job at the high school I though "This is going to be so awesome! I'll go to all the football games, be the fun band directors wife, go on great high school band trips again. It'll be like I'm reliving a piece of high school".

I am so dumb.

Point number 1: I went to ONE football game all season (near the END of the season) just to watch the band of course. I paid $7 to watch half time, then left. I don't like paying to get into football games. I'm not use to it.

Point number 2: I find I don't like hanging around a bandhall anymore. After teaching band, it just makes me feel old. No more fun band directors wife.

Point number 3: I did get to go to Chicago, which was fun, but not with a bunch of 17 year olds.

Silly, silly me.

I'd rather be teaching kindergarten

I had written this witty post about being sick. But when I tried to post it, it deleted it instead. Personally, I don't care enough to write it again...I'm going back to bed.

We have a piper DOWN!

Have I told you I'm learning the bagpipes?! I started the last week of January, and I think I'm coming along quite nicely. I'm a bit competetive by nature when it comes to music, so I make sure I'm the best in the beginner class. I feel like I've reverted back to beginner band circa 1989. I was sweet but vicious when it came to the chair tests.

Playing on the practice chanter is not as easy as it looks. It looks like an anorexic recorder, but sounds much nicer. We get to look at getting the real pipes when we've mastered the basics. I'm determined to become master of all things bagpipe. The only thing is paying for the stinking things. Of course buying pipes is like buying any other instrument. The more you pay, the better quality you get...unless you know where to get them. I play the trumpet. I know where to buy a trumpet for a good price. Bagpipes = Greek. Well, actually they're Scottish, but you get the picture.

My Easter gig better be paying really well this year.

Apparently I'm no Spring chicken

I teach Kindergarten up through 5th grade. It's no great shock to me when the little ones tell me their moms are younger than me...I've gotten use to it. But when the older ones tell me the same, it makes me do a mental double take. My 5th graders are 11. Several of them have told me I'm older than their moms. I'm 30...you do the math.

Tomorrow's Friday, so that makes me happy. Plus it's more like a do nothing day. All specials classes will be in the gym for some jump rope thing. My poor Friday class. I don't think they've done anything remotely musical in the past month. There's always something on Friday. I have a feeling they won't mind.

It's break time

Spring Break:

Day 1 - Slept in til 6:45. I'm a rebel, I know. Watched some Law and Order. Watched the hubby attempt to fix a broken water pipe in the ground (which was also broken by said hubby). Decided a plummer would be called.

I haven't decided if I will brush my hair today. It being 5:30, it's doubtful that will happen.

Floors have been vacuumed. Ironing is done.

This is one exciting Spring Break!

Week at a glance

I turned 30 last week. I didn't burst into flames. I didn't grow a new wrinkle. I only cried a little. I have gained a couple pounds, but I'm going to blame that on the new decade old I am, not the whole bag of Tortilla chips I ate. It was pretty uneventful...and I was okay with that.

TAKS test was on Tuesday (in case you aren't a teacher and didn't know). The longest day of our lives. The day where you get no planning period, no recess, silent lunch (have to eat with the kiddos too), and you get to do absolutely nothing while the kids take the test. We aren't even permitted to read. Constant monitoring is expected. I was so bored, I did manage to read my TAKS manual. It was fascinating...really.<----sarcasm

We found out our fire marshall is coming next week. As PTO president I was told to clean up the area behind the stage...it's PTO stuff. We have about 6 billion easter eggs back there. Wal-Mart donated them after Easter last year, but we're not allowed to celebrate at school so that was a wash. If you need any easter eggs or coloring for eggs, let me know. I can hook you up.