Home Again, Home Again...Jiggity Jigg

Ah, my own bed. It's the simple things in life you treasure.

So, I've been in Martin, Tennessee for the last two days herding around teenagers. Cattle drives had to have been simpler than this. You can at least use cattle prods with cows.

The upper part of West Tennessee has been experiencing major power failure the last few days because of the massive ice storm that swept through this past week. Colt's family only just got their power back today. The hotel we were staying at in Martin was booked up with families from around the area trying to get out of their houses until the power could be fixed. There were a bunch of elderly couples on the same floor as my five guys. I really should send a fruit basket or something to the hotel in apology.

It's almost disturbing to hear that all the guys tried to be the last to fall asleep in the hotel room because of what the other guys would do to them in their sleep. *sigh* Teenagers. I don't miss being one.

The honor choir went really well. Much better than previous years. I experienced honor choir from the college student standpoint. Obnoxious high school students would invade our building for two days and we would stay as far away as possible. The band students were always so much better than the choir students. I want to be able to defend the choir students, but it's a simple fact that instrumentalists are just much better disciplined. Go band.

This will have been the third time I've sung through Rutter's Gloria. I'll be singing "Cum sancto spiritu" for the next week or so. Thanks so much, John. But it was awesome to be able to sing with some of my college friends again. I'd almost forgotten what it's like to sing with people who can sing just as loud as I can. :) My little sis, Asha, was there. Yay! I stuck by her in the alto section because she's just that awesome.

I have tons more I could write about, but I'm about wiped out so I shall say adieu, sweet amaryllis, adieu.

iPod Blogging

...apparently doesn't work.

Blurb and a Half

I shall give a brief accounting of myself.

I am stalling going to bed, and thus have created yet another blog with which to amuse myself for an undetermined period of time. Whether this blog will remain of interest to me or my peers (none of whom know I blog anyway) is yet to be seen.

I have come to the conclusion that I have no capacity for correspondence of any kind. However, this blog shall serve as my vessel, yes! My vessel that will carry my thoughts and feelings to those I hold dear.

I hereby dedicate this blog to my Greats. And perhaps to my Nana and Papa. ...I suppose my parents too. Oh, very well, I dedicate it to anyone who bothers to read this inane thing.

Love and kisses. I shall update when I feel less inclined to speak as if I've stepped out of a Jane Austin novel. Toodles