Time for an update, eh?
So....recently we had a death in our family. Our goldfish died. As he was flushed, I cried. I think the last time I cried about a dead pet fish, I was in the 3rd grade. But this was a special fish PEOPLE!!! For our wedding reception, we had live goldfish for the centerpieces. Chad and I took 2 home, as did some guests, including the Knerrs who named their fish, Chad and Jessica : ) Well, Chad's fish, Gus Gus, died about 2 years ago, and I thought it was an omen that Chad would be the first to die....how optimistic of me, I know....but luckily....the Knerrs' fish, Jessica, died first, so the two cancelled each other out. Anywho....my fish, Bruno, died a few days ago....that made him at least 3 and 3/4 years OLD!!! Talk about a record! But as you can see, Bruno was quite sentimental to us....well.....to me. Chad wouldn't even attend the funeral in the bathroom, where I sang, "God be with you 'til we meet again." (Erica....remember our bouncy ball funeral?) He said it was because he didn't want to see Bruno in the toilet, but I really doubt it. Sounds a bit....fishy....to me. Don't you love bad puns?
I couldn't resist capturing my feelings....well....I was kinda bored. Didn't he have a beautiful bowl? EMPTY....like my heart.
I hope you can be still be my fish in heaven. (This is really true.)
Luckily, we still have Dakota!
Watching for squirrels.
Moving on. I got my first paying piano gig! Yahoo! It feels really good actually, since I always play the piano for free....and now I'll be getting paid. You are looking at the assistant accompaniest for Springfield High School's Spring Musical! I'm really excited because I'll be able to be a part of SHS Theater again, at least in some small way. I really would have done it for free, but they offered.....and.....I couldn't say no, because I'm going to have to spend MANY hours practicing 280 pages of music. They'll be performing, "Dam# Yankees." Is it a bad sign that the show title has a curse word? NAH!
Anti-Stepford-Wife-itis. I DO NOT want to clean, cook, or get ready. I am still doing these things....well.....less cooking......but I'm so sick of getting ready! Why did someone have to invent the hairdryer, and hair straightener, and make-up, and all this crud? Why can't we be all-natural like guys? But, sadly, I am SO ACCUSTOMED to smooth, straight hair, and a lightly "painted" face that I dare not go ANYWHERE w/o it. Except for those late night trips to get a red-box or animal crackers (love 'em) where you inevitably run into someone you haven't seen for a long time. Why can't haggard be the new beautiful? Yeah....I don't see that happening any time soon.
So....the primary president must have read my last blog, because I have a new calling. I'm the Primary Chorister! Those poor little children. JK. I think I'm doing okay, and it has been going really well so far. I'm already doing silly things like wearing aprons and conducting with spatulas. We currently have 10 sunbeams, and at the beginning of the year, we'll have 10 NEW sunbeams....oh boy....and that's all I'm gonna say.
Like I said, I was bored, and I don't really like watching TV.