Some things.

Tired, so am going with fragmentation today:


Peanut Butter ice cream plus honey whiskey = not as good as I was lead to believe. 


Day at home was a step in the direction of Child Responsibility, but ended on a bad note.


Springfield is so nice.  They love us, and help us, and occasionally confuse us with KODO.  *giggle*  I'll take it.


The Frisbee family is truly a gift to my life.  Truly.


Friday night was miserable.  Cold, drizzly, and the first thing I did was fall on stage and potentially mess up my knee for the rest of my life.  It feels warm and tingly, and shows no visible swelling.  Pretty bad sign.  It is Monday, and I am still taking Ibuprofen.


I can't have a bad knee.


Work wasn't bad, but it wasn't satisfying, either.


Did I mention that I CAN'T HAVE a bad knee?


Starting to feel separated from my home and family.


I bought a new book.  Will let you know how it goes.


Need to tell you the whole weekend story, but I can't.  Too tired.

Busy? Me? (Sarcastic? Me?)

Well, Friends, J-Fest has ended.  One of them, anyway.  We've had an unheard of ENTIRE WEEK in between the St. Louis Festival and the Springfield, MO one.  That starts Friday.  Taiko has been something I do continuously while living my life...sort of like blinking.  I even bought my fist new bachi since....my first bachi!  Just like Christmas.  And I'm making new Omiyage bachi for the weekend performance, so by the time I get to Springfield, my bachi population will have more than tripled!


So exciting.


In other news, we had our house looked at twice last week.  And we got our first official Un-No.  It was sort of an Eh-Maybe.  But that's better than No.  The second one was actually somewhat interesting.  We got a call at noon, just as I got into the shower. They wanted to look at the house at 1:30.  WHAT?!  I don't want to ruin your beautiful illusion of life at my house, but my house is not perpetually at One Hour From Spotless, even though it is for sale.  In fact, we requested that they always give 4 hours notice.  Apparently those are, "more guidelines than actual rules." Anyway, we did the Lightning Clean thing and took our selves away to Sams' Club to buy important stuff like Sweet Potato chips, black olives in bulk, dog food and stuffed salmon for dinner.  We came home and were annoyed that NO ONE HAD COME.  Well, we put on The Mummy for the kids (first time to see it!) and let the dogs in and were contemplating things like starting dinner, putting clothes in the wash and putting the rest of the Sam's Club stuff away, when someone knocked on the door. 


That's right.  2 hours late.  "Can we just come in anyway?"  I tried to put the dogs out, but the realtor insisted that I shouldn't.  She was kind of a hick, and I couldn't believe what she chose to wear to show a house.  I mean....I think it was sweat pants, for real.  Embarrassing situation for all involved.


We had stuffed salmon for dinner.


Yikes.  I am so SORE.  Motrin, you are my best friend.


Speaking of friends, I don't remember what any of mine look like, unless they play taiko.  I feel a picnic coming on!  Want to see my friends!!!


Song of the day (careful!  it's catchy!):  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-Qx5CBI3Hk


My work clothing is pretty much insufficient, but I will not be augmenting it, as my children seem to not own jeans that fit. 


I should start an indigogo campaign.  I will call it:  HELP!  I"M BROKE!


*sigh*