A puppy sock
Can really rock
But when your have two
You cannot be blue
They have ears on the side
Which fills me with pride
Don’t you wish that you
Had puppy socks too?
By Jody who feels like a kid in her new fluffy puppy socks
Little Trombone Boy
The maestro of the Thayer Conservatory Orchestra went to Junior’s school along with a brass quartet for the 3rd and 4th graders, and he decided he wants to play a brass instrument. He had talked about the trombone, which is an excellent instrument, don’t get me wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’m not running out to buy a trombone for an 8 year old with the attention span of dog food. Plus his arms aren’t long enough; that’s what’s saving me.
He changed to trumpet, which he’s also too young for, but I have to say that I’m in a kind of deja vu about the whole thing. In a freaky repeat of my own childhood, I was a year older than him when they brought my class into the music room and had all kinds of instruments out to demo for us, and then we could choose which one we might want to learn to play. And I chose…the trumpet. I’m sure my parents were thrilled with my choice, but the choice was all mine, as was the responsibility for practicing every day for the two years I played. I even played a solo in the annual talent show – Close to You by the Carpenters.
Luckily, there wasn’t any cost to them because I used the school’s trumpet. Have you actually priced band instruments? I went to a going out of business sale that had saxaphones at half price for a thousand bucks.
SO, he’s actually going to start taking piano lessons, and when he’s a little older, if he want to try trumpet he can. My point about all this is that if anyone behind the project financing to have the quartet visit the schools wants to know if it was a good idea, you’ve got at least one little boy who is now signed up for music lessons as a result of the visit.
Blogger Is Annoying
Blogger ate half of my template tonight. Mr. Dump is sitting and waiting for me to post a message freaking out and giving them the big stink-eye. All I tried to do is correct a spelling error on my previous post, and all of a sudden my web site was just displaying a single line of broken code.
Do you know how hard it is to piece together a template that you haven’t backed up in 7 months? No? Well I do.
Grrrr.
It’s Not Really Advertising in the True Sense of the Word
I put an ad over there on the top of the right column, but it’s not really advertising per say. I don’t get paid a penny every time you click on the link, even though that might add up to two or three cents a day, if all my loyal readers become involved. No, it’s an ad for design and marketing services by an old company under a new name. And I was forced at gunpoint to put the ad on the site or Mr. Dump said he was going to let the dog eat my shoes.
So you know, what choice did I have?
If you need these services, by all means go check out the site and let them know you came from here. Maybe I’ll get a little love and recognition and new tires for the JodyMobile(tm). It’s all about the cheese money, isn’t it?