Busy, Busy, Busy

To my faithful readers (all three of you), please forgive me for not posting for a while. I've been extremely busy at work, band boosters, and church. Why is it that when you get stretched thin, your pants don't fit any better? Anyway, it's the middle of the night here and I'm at work trying to thaw my hands out. We're moving computer racks around in the computer room and of course, computer rooms are made for computers, not people. They like it about 68-72 degrees Farenheit. I know that I don't. We've been here about four hours now. I came here after spending the afternoon with the marching band at a contest (which they didn't even place in).

I may have mentioned it before, but October has something going on every Saturday that includes marching or working. Today it's both. Next week we have concessions on Friday (26 people, a crowd of thousands, all wanting sodas and nachos) and the band is marching in two contests and a football game on Saturday. The following week we have a football game on Friday and Saturday is UIL Marching Contest (the one that really counts). The following weekend (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday) we're moving into our new computer room from the old, old, old computer room.

And every Sunday of course is church and we're supposed to play our instruments every Sunday from now on, followed by rehearsal at 2:00. Barely enough time to get lunch before we have to be back.

I know I'll get to sleep sometime, but I'm not sure when. I know that my lack of sleep is catching up with me, too. This morning when I got up, I went to print my chaperone list for the day and when the cat got on the desk, I picked him up as I normally do, but he started flailing his claws and one of them caught me on the face. Ouch! Then I went to the living room to look for something and when I tried to step over the dog, he stood up, nearly tripping me! Then I couldn't find the shirt I needed to wear for the day (forgot to wash it after last week). Then we got to the band hall late because we had to go back to the house to get the walkie-talkies that I couldn't find. It's just been an awful day all around and there's no end in sight.

Oh well, I did get a page made this evening. It answers the question "What will people say about you in a hundred years." The picture was a self portrait taken in my scrap room. Too bad it's not in good focus. That's okay, I still like how it turned out.

Enjoy your Sunday!