And the beat goes on…
This past weekend was another band filled extravaganza. Friday night our friends Mr. and Mrs. Southern Belle and Mini Belle were in town visiting family.
Side Note: Mr. Southern Belle is not really appropriate. He’s not southern and he’s, well, he’s not really a beauty. That may sound harsh but I feel confident he’s okay with both those statements. I’ll have to come up with a new name for them. A million come to mind for Mr. SB but nothing that seems just right. I’ll give that some thought and get back to ya…
Anyway, I met the Belle family for dinner after work and then we all headed to Chris’ football game to see the band and visit some more. I so wish I had a video of Mini Belle dancing to the band. It was precious.
In between the band dancing, Mini Belle did a great job of climbing the bleachers. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. The band kids were paying her no attention which was fine with Mini. She was just enjoying the climbing. During half time, Mr. SB put Mini on his shoulders to watch the visiting band. This picture I couldn’t resist. Isn’t this what life is about?
Saturday I was up and cleaning away. Mrs. JT is coming for a visit this week and knowing that we are both slightly OCD about cleanliness, I wanted to make sure things were spick and span. I then went to the Harold’s Outlet, as previously stated, and was very pleased with their selection. Except I only bought one thing. I’m currently taking drugs intended for post-menopausal women so I’ve gained some weight. Thus, my clothes don’t fit. While I’m not doing cartwheels over that, I’m handling it okay. My only problem is that my new size must be the most popular size in all of outlet shopping. I hit Harold’s and then went to Grapevine Mills during the break between prelims and finals Saturday afternoon. I managed to find one pair of pants. Seriously. That’s a lot of work for 2 items.
Anyway, the rest of my day was spent at the H.E.B. marching festival. Bands are getting really good. The mother of all “festivals” is today so they’re all hitting their season high points. The crowd loves our show. For finals, the other bands went nuts cheering as we were marching onto the field. I can’t blame them; it is pretty cool.
I know, I know. I need a video. Chris swears he has one but we won’t be able to get that posted until after tonight.
Once again, I had a great time hanging out with the band boosters. Cici’s joyfully made an appearance although with my hormonal weight gain, I restricted myself to one slice and instead ate half a grilled chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-A. No more milkshakes for me.
The boosters did give me some very sad news. Apparently, it only takes 3 area football victories to be eligible for the playoffs. We have 2 wins and there’s a rumor flying around we should win at least one more game before the end of the season. Yep, that means playoffs. Happily, we were all equally disappointed at that little piece of information.
Following that revelation, there may or may not have been some discussions about how to sabotage the football team. Someone might have suggested a random person, no one in particular, might make them a batch of brownies laced with the yummy additive, ex-lax. Again, no one can prove such a conversation ever happened.
Hopefully tonight will be a huge success. I don’t know if the kids really understand that while they may be the ones performing it’s really their directors being judged. I don’t know how they do it really. I can’t imagine having your job performance on display for all your colleagues to see.
“Hello, hello and welcome to your job performance review! Please don’t forget concessions are available for all who are here to sit in judgment as amateurs. The professional judges, that’s us up here in the big air conditioned press box with the free food, we’ll be announcing your performance reviews in approximately 6 hours. So sit tight and enjoy the embarrassment of others while you silently (or not so silently) pass judgment on your peers.”
Um, yeah. No thanks.
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