Monday, September 10, 2012

The Cat just Dragged Me Back In

Well well well. Look who’s dragged herself back onto blogger with her head hanging down. That’s right folks, it’s me.  Oh, and Blogger, I'm afraid you suck even worse than I do for not even keeping up with all these lovely people who leave encouraging comments for me. Erasing my nice witty comments is never a good way to earn brownie points with me. Kinda makes me stabby.

Soooo. I have been meaning to write for the week that has passed since I last wrote, but (insert various excuses here). I think I’m going through a dry spell over here. There are definitely times when I just can’t shut the hell up, but I also have times when there’s nothing but tumbleweeds rolling around in my brain. And as much as I love writing, you guys don’t need to be forced to sit through rambling that is more inane than usual – even I don’t want to listen to it. I do greatly appreciate all of your nice comments and encouragement, even if I didn’t comment back. See Blogger sucking. I figured it was just best to write another post.

I am now up to 7 (count em 7!) piano students with the strong possibility of acquiring 2 more in the next few days.  I can’t tell you how thrilling it is to continue to watch this project grow – I never imagined it would grow like this. I can tell you this – never since highschool have I looked forward to the weekend so much. All of you fabulous people who have real full time office jobs can stop rolling your eyes at me now. Trust me, my sister in law has this covered for you.

Aside from this business, Daddy G has absconded to the US. He’ll be back next weekend. I’m still rather disgruntled that he’s able to take long hot showers, but I am super enjoying having the bed all to myself. It’s absolutely glorious. Strangely enough, I don’t seem to miss him that much this time. Probably something to do with being so bloody busy all the time. What I do not like is being once again the only responsible adult in our house as my daughter’s exam time comes around. I’m not sure who the genius was that decided it was a good idea to give 8 year olds a unit test covering everything they learned since July…but you suck some serious donkey balls. Of course Daddy G is trying to pull his usual armchair dictatorship over what and how long she should study. I am doing my part and dutifully ignoring him. Hey, if you’re not in the same hemisphere…you kinda lose your right to drive me nuts about what the kids should be doing.

There has been a sinfully drinkable bottle of wine, which I shamelessly downed by myself last weekend (Sweet baby mashed potatoes that bitch was lovely), and there has been Old Monk rum. Lots of it. In case you aren’t familiar, it actually comes in a glass bottle shaped like a monk. This tickled me to no end. There has been drunken walking. Actually, there has been lots of walking and not all of it in an alcoholic haze. I’ve been trying to shape up a bit more and have been walking regularly at night. It would be lovely if my Ipod didn’t insist on being the world’s biggest whiney bitch and running out of batteries after 2 songs. Note to self – it’s time to find the apple store.

I’ve been trying to keep up with some of you on Twitter, although I am pretty stupid when it comes to Twitter. Like saying something only to figure out someone else said exactly the same thing a page down.  My apologies people, I’m getting there. But do give me a holler if you’re on twitter and we’re not stalking each other.

Not much else has been new around here. My apologies for the tumbleweed post. I promise to keep an eye out for some more interesting things to talk about. Perhaps we’ll start a series on Student Files. Like the kid who asks to use the bathroom every time he comes for a lesson.  Should be good fun.  



Stephen Hayes said...

Sometimes the well just goes dry. Hopefully it will rain soon and your creative well will overflow.

Becky said...

Thanks Stephen! I sure hope so.

Rusty said...

Student files sounds like something from Law and Order

Becky said...

@Rusty - oh my. I assure you, none of my 6- 8 year olds are criminals. Some are so annoying I want to flick them in the head, but I'll leave the stories for now. ;-)