You know the Edison Twins...

Does anyone else actually remember that show? I remember exactly two lines of the theme song... (8)No two days are just the same... blah blah blah blah, blah-blah blah.... La, la la la la-la la la la.... You know the Edison Twins...(8). Yeah. That's how it went.
Anyway, Bob and I were twins at work today. I was Tweedle-Dee. Fill in the blank. Yeah, you got it. We got a kick out of it, but the best part was when Bailey (classroom helper) came to help with the L1's, and she was wearing the same shirt and bunny hug as us. And black pants, not exactly the same, but close. Yeah it was freakin' awesome (Strong Bad voice).
The other freakin' awesome part was where Miss Lorna, who would be the only one to see our backsides as we were mirroring a dance for the kids, denoted, "Yeah, and you're both wearing pink underwear." Bob and I turn to each other, big :O faces. Both: "You're wearing pink underwear too?" (both nod) Me: Not the ones we bought together! Bob nods. We burst out. We laugh until we cry. Good times.
Well, we had our first right-in-class pee accident of four years. Not Bob and I from laughing; a little sweetheart from not getting to the bathroom on time. She was okay though. They bounce back so easily at that age.
What else... I went to Belies (accent needed over first "e". Don't ask me what kind. I'm so not french.), after work. Oral, dad, co. Really good. I especially loved when the brass section left the stage and congregated at Jer and I's table. ("And I's"??? Whatever). I felt special. ("You give me special feelings.")
Tomorrow I teach a couple private students, then rush over to Regina to play a gig, then drive right home so I can teach Saturday morning. I'd like to see HOJA pull something so full of wackyNess and crazyNess like that!! *couch*
Hi Balzer. And hi Bob, and Ther and My Bren. And anyone else.

Song-writer's drought. Pout pout pout.

pinkedNess

Ah! I need a title!

I feel a song coming on. I don't know who's aware of this or not, but basically it works like this: First I get the simple inclination that a song is coming soon. Then I get an abstract thought about the song: either what it's about, or a musical concept. Then I get one line that voices that thought or gives wings to the musical concept. This process can be pretty slow. It likes to stew for a while. But once I hear a pivotal line that's both music and words, I sit down to write and the whole thing comes. I can't rush the process. I can't wake up one day and say "I think I'll write a song today." But I do know when one's coming. And one's coming! But it's still a ways off.

Today I drove my sister into Biggar because she's teaching there until Wednesday, and her car is no longer in existence-- except in pieces somewhere (Poor Josephine!) Driving home I remembered how much I love highway driving alone, and how often I used to do this! Only a year ago I was taking a trip at least twice a month.
Well, I wasn't entirely alone. Hope Cow was with me (My travel companion!) and me and God had a bit of a chat. I hope you guys all realize how beautiful the prairies are. "From the forest to the open space, there's no other place that's part of me."

Besides singing at the Bassment (Didn't bother telling you since all of you were/are out of town), and having three ginormous laughing fits with M.J., the weekend was entirely uneventful. It was good in my books. And yes he was at the Bassment. And even generally nice, though highly disorganized.

Well, I'm going to go brush and bathe my dog. Wish me luck, because he usually thinks I'm trying to kill him.
Knick knack, paddy wack, give the dog a bath...

[This getting down to summer weight thing is just not happening. But I'm joining a gym next week.]
HopefulNess!!!

SLOW WEEK!

If it weren't for double hours at the studio, I don't know what I'd do with myself. No homework on Monday. No Harmony lesson on Tuesday. No violin lesson Wednesday, no voice lesson Thursday.
I am sick. I've had to admit it to myself. I have a full-blown cold. Not that big of a deal, except that I can't sing and my brain is all clogged up and I'm basically useless. I'm not one to feel sorry for myself and mope around the house over a common cold, (I'd choose it over cramps any day!!) but the pure fact of it is that my brain stops functioning. And as if I'm holding up that instrument to my ear and producing noise. Or, ummm, music. So I no longer have harmony; violin and singing are out.
No moping! Chores it is! I need to rearrange my closet and drawers to make space for M.J. to live with me the whole summer. This is my task for the day.
It has been raining for two days which is brutal because I've been avoiding the rainy outdoors like the plague. Wow that looks a lot like plaque. I do not have the plaque, nor do I have the plague. Nor do I have a plague of plaque. Oh the things that amuse...
There's not really anything else to say. It's a slow week. No exciting news, no necessary updates. This is it.
I have a cold. I'm cleaning my room.
Consider these your updates.

RestlessNess

Can you teach a four-year-old dog new tricks?

The sweet thing about having a big dog is that they're so cool and athletic. I always kinda saw Frisky as a bit of a nerd: Intimidated by other dogs, barked non-stop at whoever came to the door, afraid of swimming, not the biggest fan of running (liked walks though). It was so exciting to finally get a big dog that looked like a cool dude. I often thought that in the dog-world he's the good-looking sporty-type. (Although a lot nicer than most jocks). But I guess all jocks have gotta have a sport that they're not good at. Point and case: frisbee.
I don't think Zeth could catch that thing if his life depended on it. What's funnier is that it kept landing face-down on the pavement, so he couldn't even pick it up (not his fault, but very funny none-the-less). He did try catching it a few times, figured out it liked to hit him in the head, and then began ignoring or dodging it when it sailed towards him. What was supposed to be a game of frisbee this morning soon turned into keep-away (four legs against two), followed by tug-of-war (which is one of the sports he is good at), ending with a sport that I'm good at: Sit-down-and-stay-because-I-said-so-and-I'm-bigger-than-you. My attempt to recommence the frisbee game failed, and now I am here.

Part two: I talked to MJ last night. I instinctively knew it was her so I rushed to the phone, not caring that I was in the middle of washing my face and had suds all over my face and hands (and ears and therefore the phone). Anyway, she's stuck in Winnipeg. As advised by the Big Man, she is not paying $800 to fix her car, but is buying one in Winnipeg and driving it here. So her arrival is delayed... My excitement is burning... (I don't even know what that means)
Anyway, plans for the summer include scrap-booking our trip like a couple of old maids, and coming up with a game-plan for Nessa's move.
My friends are so awesome. Especially my closest girls. (I'm planning on getting Becky blogger-hooked ASAP) Ther and Bob, I love our newly-found Sisterhood of the Blogs. (Picture me saying that with a deepened voice and echo effect). I love our long comments back and forth and commenting for this person on that person's blog, and leaving comment-responses on our own blogs. We're pretty much the coolest thing ever.
Speaking of which!!! Delia and Jane are in Calgary and will be home to North Battleford next week!!! AAHHHHhhh!!! EEEEEeeeeee!!!! HYper!!!! VentILaTIng!!!! GAhhhhhh!!
I am hungry. Food time.
Da SweetNess

And the beat goes on...

La de da de deeee...

I don't actually know what I'm going to say... It's just that I thought of a sign-off name, and it doesn't work if I post it tomorrow. So, meh, now's as good'a time as any.
I have been reviewing and studying and eating things which may or may not be good for my health. I had a two hour break to teach some students - (I taught Chelsea in addition today because I cancelled her on Tuesday to go to The Temptations.) Then I had supper, although as little as possible because liver and boiled potatoes are among my least favorite dishes.
I don't think I'll go into NB tomorrow after all. This way, there's no rush after my exams, plus it's my child's birthday (The hairy one. No, not that one. The other hairy one. With four legs and a tail.), so I'll buy him some toys, take him for a walk. And I think I'm gonna hang out with Becky tomorrow. If I'm not too beat.
Ther, to answer your plea for help, posting links is hard unless you have somewhere to cut and paste from. Bren did mine for me. If you wanna sneak me your password, I can do it. Then just change your password afterwards. But speaking of help with blessed technology - blessed in the same way as the guy who cuts you off in traffic - How'd you get different words to be different colours? Oooh... so perdy. (There's that jealousNess again).

Back to work, back to work, to prove to daddy that I'm not a... jerk.
StudiousNess

Living in Harmony

At 8:30 this morning, I roller bladed to my last EVER harmony lesson. I write my two final exams this Saturday. Scared? Nope. Ready to be done? Yes. Prepared and ready to go? YES!! I feel entirely prepared and I'm just looking forward to being done. And after that, all I have left to do is my actually vocal exam, and lo and behold, I'll have a degree. Wow. Me. A degree.... Cool.
In other news, I just walked by my turtle tank and nearly had a heart attack!!! Puppy was floating at the top of the water on his back. I gasped and tapped on the tank. He reacted. Yep, he's fully alive. Of course I reached in and turned him over. That was weird. He's never done that before. Are turtles supposed to do the back crawl?
In other, other news, I am having a root canal done in half an hour. That is so scary. Probably wins the prize for the scariest thing this month. Not sure what April's was, but March's was definitely the moment in Detroit when I found out my flight out of there was cancelled. Gives us a chance to practice faith. God will take care of me. And, hey, I'm thankful that I can afford a root canal. Segue: Last night we, at Sask Express, filled out our first time sheets with combined rehearsal hours on it. Holy pick, that's good money. Not too shabby.
Well I better go brush and floss. T'would be horrible to knock out the dentist with peanut butter breath.

HarmonizationalNess. Ha! I'm lovin' it, Saskatchewan!

'Hitches'?

Today it is windy and over-cast. No roller blading or sun-tanning whilst doing homework for me. I guess it's back to the exercise bike and homework at the dining room table.
Yesterday it was gorgeous, so I suntanned in my own private backyard - cuz I have one for the first May in many, many moons. I made an unfortunate discovery, though. My scar, which is about 6 months old, was the first thing to tan. So now, it's not just the one bigger scar you can see, but all of the little surrounding ones are clear as day.
Oh well, it gives me character.
My voice has been pretty happy. A HUGE thank you to Michelle and Lorna for recycling our two speeches (motivational and reprimandory) between the two of them in order to save my voice, and you guys are both sick. :( Get better today so we're all healthy for the marathon we call Saturday. My voice would be way less happy if it weren't for you guys.
For those wondering, rehearsals are going well. We've gone through the whole week! And we only had to leave one class on a negative note. Not because they "suck", but because we know they can try harder and know their stuff better. Hopefully they'll practice hard this week and come in super positive next Thursday.
I am wearing all pink: Nashville hat, pink sweater, PJ pants. Hey! Even my undies are pink! Socks are blue. Stupid socks.
Time to enjoy my only day this week not at the studio!!! Hmmm... I think I'll celebrate by doing homework, practicing violin, and doing a wack-load of report cards... Yeah, sounds good!
Miss you Ther, Bren.

OptomisticNess

HOT OFF THE PRESS!! Vol. 3

Well, okay, it's kinda more like luke-warm... but that doesn't have the same ring to it. This song is four days old, but I had to play it for Bren (over the phone, boo-hiss) before I could post it.

THE SONG THAT REALLY NEEDS A TITLE
(No, that's not what it's called. Jerk.)

Good morning
Wave good-bye to this slow motion
Breathe deep
Take a hold of the commotion
I wish I could keep you in low gear all day
I know you gotta go away

I love to laugh with you until I'm in stitches
But I know life doesn't come without hitches

chorus (cors, chours, whatever you prefer)
It's not that cold out but my car won't start
So what, it's half an hour later til we have to part
I can't complain
It's not such a pain
Cuz you're here

And the laundry's not dry cuz I messed it up
That's no surprise, we know I'm not domestic, but
You don't complain
It's not such a stain
Cuz I'm here

(verse 2)
This morning
Got so many reasons to sing
When I got home
It was the strangest thing
My piano started singing too
She wanted to tell me what she thinks of you

I think I used to cry when things weren't turning out
God's given you and I something to laugh about

(chorus)

Seems like life is always in the way
What does it matter? We'll take it anyway

Chorus...
...Life's not a mess
It's all PerfectNess
When we're here.
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I'm sorry Baby, PerfectNan or PerfectBren just don't have the same ring to them... [L.M.]

Okay, so my smart peeps out there, got any clever title ideas for me? The inspiration of song usually comes with the title intact. However, once in a while I can't seem to find the essence for the title.

Hmmmm.... PonderousNess....
(Stuck between a rock and a hard place like that time Bob went to flop onto the two beds we pushed together and she fell into the abyss and poor Olga was stuck pretty darn good and it took forever to pull her out because Olga was weighing her down and then we laughed until we cried. Yeah... just like that.)