Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Is it ridiculous to want your mommy when your 43 years old?I'm battling some tough cold/cough and it makes me wish my mom were here. When your an adult you have to take care of yourself and I don't think I'm very good at doing that when I'm sick.
If my mom were here she would make me hot tea and crackers with butter that I could push through the little cracker holes in order to amuse myself by. Instead, I'm eating cold pizza and drinking a diet Dr. Pepper. And I'm not amused at all.
If my mom were here she would have me resting comfortably with a soft blanket and she would rub my back until I fell asleep. Instead, I'm sitting at the computer, complaining in my blog and getting a backache in the process.
If my mom were here, she would bring me my grandma's famous Navy Bean soup for dinner and we would watch some grand English comedy.
Instead, I'll probably eat a can of Campell's Soup to Go and watch Reality TV all night.
And to think I couldn't wait to become an adult!
Friday, April 25, 2008
So, I stopped and I sat at my piano today and played a quick "Memories". For some reason, it's one of the only songs I remember from all the ones I learned as a child.
I can still play a boogie or two but not much is in the old memory vault after that.
One of the activities on my list of "things to do in this life" is to learn the Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin. It has always been my favorite ragtime ditty, ever since first hearing it played on the old piano player at The Long Branch Saloon in my home town of Dodge City. I still have the sheet music after all these years but never got around to learning it.
I can't play by ear, never have, never will. I have to read the music and therein lies the difficult part. How much about reading the music have I retained? I may have to actually hire a piano teacher again! My piano teacher was a "little people" with red hair and tons of freckles. I was always amazed that she could play the piano with those tiny, stubby little fingers of hers. I don't remember her name anymore, but I do remember she was nice to me and when your a little kid, that counts for something!!
My nephew Seth will be here to visit me in June and he loves to play the piano so maybe he will be the motivation I need to finally learn my favorite piano song.
How to Sight Read Music - wikiHow
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I played Bunco for the first time when I worked at Club Med in Scottsdale, Arizona. A group of our supervisors had a Bunco game every month and I was lucky enough to be a sub a few times. I fell in love with the fast-paced, exciting game and for the last 20 years have been waiting for a permanent seat in a Bunco Group.
Thanks to Meetup.com I finally got my wish when another Laura emailed me about joining her Bunco group. Of course I jumped on the chance and looked forward to my first game with gleeful anticipation.
Our group started two months ago and is comprised of 16 of the most interesting and fun women! Bunco gives us an excuse once a month to get away from all of our responsibilities and just enjoy great food, good wine, fabulous conversation and one heck of a rowdy, hilarious dice game.
All the women in our group are fascinating and beautiful with shining personalities. None of us take the game too seriously or competitive although we all would like to go home with one of the prizes! But, if we don't we still get to come away with a night full of laughs and laughing is what keeps us young. And that is why I'm bonkers for Bunco!