2 - instruments played simultaneously
Monday, March 24, 2008
2 - instruments played simultaneously
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I haven't posted this week because I honestly haven't felt up to it. I don't want this blog to turn all emo, and I have a journal that's helping me process through my emotions. I'm just trying to get through everything I have to do, which is a lot, but it's mostly boring to anyone else but me. As for how I'm really doing - I'm okay most of the time, which is good, but I have some crazy intense moments where I feel like I'm going to implode with sadness/frustration/anger. Such is the natural order of the grieving process. I put eight years into a relationship (in whatever capacity, from friends to dating and everywhere in between) that came to an abrupt end. I'm entitled to grieve.
In the meantime, I've been reminded that I have some excellent friends. Princess took particularly good care of me this weekend. Konfusion called me in the middle of the day today to check on me. And everyone else (you know who you are) is being positively amazing. I love you all.
For something fun, I'll do a photo post I borrowed from Kate the Great.
Do a Google image search and pick an image from the first page. Then post the image in response to the statement above.
Age I'll be on my next birthday
A place I'd like to visit
The city I live in
My favorite place
One of my favorite things to do
One of my favorite foods
My favorite flower
My favorite color
Name of a former pet
Major in college
My first job
My hope for 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
I thought the worst that was going to happen today was that someone I'm planning on spending time with this evening was going to drive with their roommates to a gathering this evening instead of with me. While that could still happen, it's no longer the worst thing.
The guy I've briefly alluded to in previous posts? We're done. It sucks. He did something really, really stupid (to put it mildly), and, as one consequence, we both agree that we can't be together at all right now. Or probably ever.
I need a hug.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Once again, we are here to speak on the subject of age.
When you go out to eat next, take a look around at the other groups that are there. During dinner it's often a group of friends, a family, or a couple. During the business lunch hour, however, just about everyone is grouped by age. You'll see tables of 20-30-somethings, middle-aged tables, and older tables. Even if it's people from the same office, they're all about the same age.
Except my table.
At my table, everyone is in their late thirties to early sixties.
The token person in her early 20s.
It's weird! It doesn't feel weird, because I get along with these people. But it really does look weird. We're the only table at any restaurant we've ever gone to that has that kind of mix. I notice these things. I also decided that people probably think I'm their administrative assistant or something, because of my age. Which isn't true. It's even weirder when I go out with my building (rather than the people in the office I report to which is a building in a different city), because I sit with the older women who are in my same industry, rather than the guys my age that are in the shipping department.
I really do work in an industry that attracts a lot of older people. Most people in academia and libraries are definitely not in their 20s any more. I don't mind, really, as my youth is a very good thing. It just something that is really apparent every time we go out.
I apologize for the more rambling nature of this post, but it's just something I've been thinking about and needed to start formulating some thoughts on.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I ran my 5K on Saturday! Sydney couldn't make it, but Midge and Sarah did. Conditions were perfect. The sun wasn't out and it was raining. Did I say perfect? I meant less than ideal, but really not bad. The rain slowed just before the start time, and didn't start picking up again until my last mile. Also, there were hills, which I hadn't trained for. Overall, however, it was a great day for a race.
My race goals were as follows:
1 - Finish, and not in last
2 - Never stop moving
3 - Come in under 45 minutes
Considering this was my first running race EVER, I think I did pretty darn well.
FEMALE AGE GROUP: 19 - 24Well under my goal! Yes! I lost Midge and Sarah about a mile in (they outpaced me), but that's quite alright. I had my iPod to keep me company.
Place O'All Name Age Time Pace
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18/25 329 STRETCH AMANDA 23 42:10 13:35
Here is Saturday's playlist (don't judge me):
All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette
Don't Stop the Music - Rihanna
Shake It - Metro Station
Livin' La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin
Wannabe - Spice Girls
Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna
SexyBack - Justin Timberlake
Bad Reputation - Halfcocked
The First - Tegan and Sara
Precious Things - Tori Amos
Don't Turn Around - Ace of Base
Like Wow! - Leslie Carter
Sadly, I didn't even think about having some Flogging Molly or Dropkick Murphy's, which would have been perfect for the Shamrock Run, until we were gathering at the start line. I'm really pleased with the results, as I was out to beat no one but myself (and at least 100 people that were still behind me). I definitely have the race bug now and can't wait to run another one.
In other fitness news, my waist measurement is smaller than it was in December and it's been noted that I look like I've lost weight. YES!!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I've been singing all my life. When I was nine years old, my mom started teaching me how to play the piano. When I was 12, and in seventh grade, I started taking private harp lessons that were being offered through my school's music department. My eighth grade year started and the band teacher came to find me in between classes one day. I was in a wheelchair, recovering from foot surgery, waiting outside my English class. (I would change classes before everyone else, because of the wheelchair.) She had a proposition.
All the other harpists were in ninth grade now or already in the symphonic band. Ms. Dalton wanted a harpist for festival season, in the spring. It was then football season, and harps don't exactly fit into pep band music. So, in the meantime, knowing I had a piano background, it was suggested I play percussion. I accepted.
I mainly played the mallet instruments, but occasionally played on the drumline. Come Christmas, I was playing mallets, keyboard, and harp, sometimes in the same song. I was able to walk within a month of school starting, but I couldn't stand for long periods of time. So, we would arrange instruments around chairs and stools. I obviously couldn't move my own instruments around, but I was lucky enough to have some very nice friends in the band. I'd hold a clarinet or two, and off they'd scoot. At our first festival in the spring, I'd recently had another surgery and was back in a wheelchair. Wheelchairs, non-handicapped buses, and band equipment. It was a very interesting day. Our second festival took us to Splashtown, the area waterpark. Sadly, I was still in a cast and had to spend all our non-playing time reading poolside, without even the option of jumping in.
It was a really fun year. I learned a lot musically and played many different instruments. I was planning on being in the marching band at the high school and had even been measured for my uniform. Ms. Dalton was even encouraging me to go for drum major.
The following summer, my family moved to Utah. I was back in junior high, but I wanted to continue in band. Unfortunately, the band teacher there had this rule that you couldn't play percussion without playing another instrument first. Despite my background, and the fact I was in 9th and this would be my last year in junior high, she still wanted me to start in the 7th grade clarinet class. I said no, and that was the end of my formal percussion career.
Where am I going with all this?
Sometimes, on audition forms, I still put that I'm a percussionist. I've never had to do anything terribly hard and it's never really come up. So, it was a complete surprise when I got this email a few days ago, from the assistant director of Mormon Choir.
I've been told you're a percussionist. . .
What!? Who told you that? Wait. It was me. Dang it! It went on, asking about my background and if I'd be willing to play percussion instead of sing in our upcoming concert. I responded with, basically, "It's been a few years, but sure." and was then asked to attend a percussion rehearsal tonight.
I didn't completely suck. I need to get my counting skills back up to snuff, but it was making sense. We had another person who couldn't come tonight that I was technically substituting for, but since he's even less of a real percussionist than I am, I volunteered to be the permanent fourth person on percussion.
I'm confident and freaked out at the same time. It's literally been ten years since I formally played percussion in a performance.
Did I mention the concert is in two weeks?