Our house has no milk, bread, juice, baby wipes, or cereal.
Oops.
9/29/11
9/28/11
Scary Saxophone Guy
There are stereotypes out there about musicians, and I don't mean the general ones. The uppity bitches play the flute (that'd be me, ha!), the quiet ones play the clarinet, the obnoxious & chauvinistic a@@holes play the trumpet, and the creepy Euro-sleaze guys play the sax.
Ugh. I've been around musicians long enough to confirm these stereotypes, especially the creepy sax one. And my apologies to any sax player who isn't criminally creeptastic- of course, stereotypes don't cover everyone. Just the majority.
Anyway, my point.... As soon as I saw this guy at my first symphonic band rehearsal in college, he just screamed out "epitome of sleazy sax", and I nicknamed him Scary Saxophone Guy. He was about twice my age. He wasn't a student, or a TA, or a professor. Just some guy there ogling the college chicks.
Back in those days, I had some mad ogling potential. I was a trim size 6, with long blondish hair and long legs, and I seldom left my apartment wearing sweats. I took pride in the way I looked, and I knew my legs and a$$ looked killer in some heels. If a guy was checking me out, I'd feel flattered... but this guy didn't make me feel flattered at all. He made me feel like I needed a shower.
He'd stare at me all rehearsal. He had a psychotic, possessed smile on his face the entire time he'd talk to me. He asked me lots of questions about Hubby (we were dating at the time), and once wrote me a love letter, saying that I was "ravishing" and he couldn't take his eyes off me. I wish I still had that letter... I think I burned it.
Hubby knew all about Scary Saxophone Guy. So did my conductor. I think people thought it was pathetic and hilarious. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, so I was very uncomfortable... although I did see the hilarity. The guy was in his mid-40s, trolling the college campus for young chicks to hit on. PATHETIC.
After my graduation in '03, I didn't see him again, until this past weekend. He saw me, he recognized me, then didn't say a word. Of course, I don't look as fab as I did a decade ago, but I was very relieved. And also very amused that apparently he is still trolling for chicks at a college campus ten years later.
Ugh. I've been around musicians long enough to confirm these stereotypes, especially the creepy sax one. And my apologies to any sax player who isn't criminally creeptastic- of course, stereotypes don't cover everyone. Just the majority.
Anyway, my point.... As soon as I saw this guy at my first symphonic band rehearsal in college, he just screamed out "epitome of sleazy sax", and I nicknamed him Scary Saxophone Guy. He was about twice my age. He wasn't a student, or a TA, or a professor. Just some guy there ogling the college chicks.
Back in those days, I had some mad ogling potential. I was a trim size 6, with long blondish hair and long legs, and I seldom left my apartment wearing sweats. I took pride in the way I looked, and I knew my legs and a$$ looked killer in some heels. If a guy was checking me out, I'd feel flattered... but this guy didn't make me feel flattered at all. He made me feel like I needed a shower.
He'd stare at me all rehearsal. He had a psychotic, possessed smile on his face the entire time he'd talk to me. He asked me lots of questions about Hubby (we were dating at the time), and once wrote me a love letter, saying that I was "ravishing" and he couldn't take his eyes off me. I wish I still had that letter... I think I burned it.
Hubby knew all about Scary Saxophone Guy. So did my conductor. I think people thought it was pathetic and hilarious. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, so I was very uncomfortable... although I did see the hilarity. The guy was in his mid-40s, trolling the college campus for young chicks to hit on. PATHETIC.
After my graduation in '03, I didn't see him again, until this past weekend. He saw me, he recognized me, then didn't say a word. Of course, I don't look as fab as I did a decade ago, but I was very relieved. And also very amused that apparently he is still trolling for chicks at a college campus ten years later.
9/27/11
Reliving the past two decades in one weekend
This past weekend felt odd. Just, odd.
Friday night, I swung by my old high school. I had heard there was a home football game and the band was actually marching. I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to see a marching band, so I went. Unfortunately, the band had left due to rain, but I felt bad just leaving, so I sat in the stands for a few minutes, watching the football team lose horribly.
It was very strange. I had sat in those stands, freezing my a$$ off in a polyester band uniform for four years. It was a very surreal, innocent feeling. I realized just how easy high school was! My only worries were schoolwork and who I was going to see at the games and what my plans were that weekend.
Saturday, I did a few errands, then went up to see GA. It was so good to see her! We had a lengthy conversation and an equally lengthy night, but it was needed. Yes, I'm going to gloss over this night, but there was definitely a moment where two of my worlds collided. Small world, indeed!
Sunday, I cleaned up my parents' house, then headed up to my old college to see my flute professor perform in a faculty recital. I ran into some girls from my studio and some former professors, who surprisingly recognized me. Oh, and I saw Scary Saxophone Guy. There's a background to that story, which I'll save for another post.
I sat in the same recital hall I'd sat in for four years. The same one I performed my senior recital in. The same recital hall I had juries in. It was also a very surreal moment, but actually very enjoyable. For once, I was not being graded sitting in that hall! I merely had to enjoy the concert, and OMG I did. I still am in awe over my professor and her technique and tone and just flawless performance.
So, I saw my bestie from middle school, my old high school, and my old college all in one weekend. It was almost like flipping through a scrapbook of my entire NH education. Very odd to me.
Friday night, I swung by my old high school. I had heard there was a home football game and the band was actually marching. I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to see a marching band, so I went. Unfortunately, the band had left due to rain, but I felt bad just leaving, so I sat in the stands for a few minutes, watching the football team lose horribly.
It was very strange. I had sat in those stands, freezing my a$$ off in a polyester band uniform for four years. It was a very surreal, innocent feeling. I realized just how easy high school was! My only worries were schoolwork and who I was going to see at the games and what my plans were that weekend.
Saturday, I did a few errands, then went up to see GA. It was so good to see her! We had a lengthy conversation and an equally lengthy night, but it was needed. Yes, I'm going to gloss over this night, but there was definitely a moment where two of my worlds collided. Small world, indeed!
Sunday, I cleaned up my parents' house, then headed up to my old college to see my flute professor perform in a faculty recital. I ran into some girls from my studio and some former professors, who surprisingly recognized me. Oh, and I saw Scary Saxophone Guy. There's a background to that story, which I'll save for another post.
I sat in the same recital hall I'd sat in for four years. The same one I performed my senior recital in. The same recital hall I had juries in. It was also a very surreal moment, but actually very enjoyable. For once, I was not being graded sitting in that hall! I merely had to enjoy the concert, and OMG I did. I still am in awe over my professor and her technique and tone and just flawless performance.
So, I saw my bestie from middle school, my old high school, and my old college all in one weekend. It was almost like flipping through a scrapbook of my entire NH education. Very odd to me.
9/23/11
Milspouse Friday Fill-in #59
- My favorite thing that happened this week was baking an apple pie.
- Find a penny, pick it up and all day long you’ll have an annoying penny in your pocket that you can't use. Really, who uses pennies any more?.
- Autumn is officially here and my favorite part of the season is EVERYTHING- apples, pumpkins, squash, hay bales, corn, Halloween, pies, slow cookers, changing leaves, crisp air, etc.
- One of the things I’d like to do before winter arrives is clean the exterior of our windows. Do you have to take the screens down for the winter?? Hubby and I are divided on this.
- I would be willing to participate in MilSpouse Secret Santa. (sorry folks, just trying to get an idea here on how many would participate)
9/21/11
Slow Cooker Apple Cider
Ingredients:
6 large apples, quartered (no need to core or peel them)
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 tbsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tbsp ground allspice
Water
How To:
Throw the apples, sugar, and spices in the slow cooker. Fill the pot with water until it is about an inch or two from the top. Cover and cook on high for 6 hours. Strain out the solids, and if you really want to, strain the remaining liquid through a cheesecloth.
The Verdict:
I loved it and Hubby loved it, although it wasn't as thick or cloudy as the store-bought stuff (it was definitely not clear, though... just how I like it!). It tasted like traditional cider, but with the texture of apple juice. VERY tasty, though! And a good way to use up some apples after an overzealous apple picking weekend.
6 large apples, quartered (no need to core or peel them)
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 tbsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tbsp ground allspice
Water
How To:
Throw the apples, sugar, and spices in the slow cooker. Fill the pot with water until it is about an inch or two from the top. Cover and cook on high for 6 hours. Strain out the solids, and if you really want to, strain the remaining liquid through a cheesecloth.
The Verdict:
I loved it and Hubby loved it, although it wasn't as thick or cloudy as the store-bought stuff (it was definitely not clear, though... just how I like it!). It tasted like traditional cider, but with the texture of apple juice. VERY tasty, though! And a good way to use up some apples after an overzealous apple picking weekend.
9/20/11
Getting weary
I think our busy weekends are catching up with me. I skipped my workout this morning, which sucks, since I only work out Tues and Thurs during the week. I'm lethargic and bored, yet running around and busy at the same time. Does that make sense?
Today, I am digging into the HUGE pile of apples we brought home from apple picking this weekend. So far, I've made an apple pie and I'm in the process of making homemade apple cider... don't know how that will turn out, since I've never done it, but I'll keep you posted. I still have a ton left, but I also want to make applesauce, which I can use for cinnamon Christmas ornaments. And, if there's any left and the pie is all gone, I can make some apple crisp, which is so yummy.
I sometimes feel like I'm in my own personal Groundhog Day. I don't feel like I'm moving forward, or moving backward, just stagnant, like I'm living the same day over and over and over. I think this solo weekend I have coming up will help. I'll be on my own from Friday night to Sunday night, and when I return, a few awesome Navy people from our past will be here with Hubby.
Oh, and preschool- it's going pretty well. LB is LB... for those of you who know him, you know what he's like! :) He's made one friend who he talks about and she talks about him. It's really great because her mom is cool, too. I'm planning on showing up Thursday with my number, in case they want to do a playdate sometime (gotta keep the kiddos busy in the winter when there's not much to do).
Btw, do any moms out there feel like they're dating all over again when making friends with other moms?
Today, I am digging into the HUGE pile of apples we brought home from apple picking this weekend. So far, I've made an apple pie and I'm in the process of making homemade apple cider... don't know how that will turn out, since I've never done it, but I'll keep you posted. I still have a ton left, but I also want to make applesauce, which I can use for cinnamon Christmas ornaments. And, if there's any left and the pie is all gone, I can make some apple crisp, which is so yummy.
I sometimes feel like I'm in my own personal Groundhog Day. I don't feel like I'm moving forward, or moving backward, just stagnant, like I'm living the same day over and over and over. I think this solo weekend I have coming up will help. I'll be on my own from Friday night to Sunday night, and when I return, a few awesome Navy people from our past will be here with Hubby.
Oh, and preschool- it's going pretty well. LB is LB... for those of you who know him, you know what he's like! :) He's made one friend who he talks about and she talks about him. It's really great because her mom is cool, too. I'm planning on showing up Thursday with my number, in case they want to do a playdate sometime (gotta keep the kiddos busy in the winter when there's not much to do).
Btw, do any moms out there feel like they're dating all over again when making friends with other moms?
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