I know it's been a while, so I thought I'd put up another of Stinky's self-portraits tonight.
Tonight I went to the girls' choir concert. The nice thing about them going to the same school, is that they're both in the same concert, so I won't have to go to another one next week too. The girls did very well. Coadster has All-State auditions this Saturday, so she's a little nervous. She made it as a Sophomore last year, and I think she's feeling more pressure this year. I told her it's just five minutes of her life, and not to stress out about it. I'm sure that's easier said than done. There's a home football game on Friday and I keep reminding her she's not allowed to scream during it. It should be pretty tough for her, she's one of those people who can't watch sports without yelling at someone or something. Just be glad you weren't here when the Cubs were in the playoffs.
I'm also using up some Fall foliage shots. Here's one of a sculpture on the Ped Mall.
The concert was very sweet. They did something new this year. They had the special ed kids perform. I thought it was awesome. They worked really hard and some were very low functioning, so they had plenty of people assisting and the kids seemed to have a lot of fun. We gave them a standing ovation and they definitely deserved it.
This one is of McBride Hall.
The executive story editor of True Blood, my sexy vampire show was sitting two rows ahead of me. It took almost everything I had not to go up to him and start grilling him about the show. Was Sam a werewolf? Who was doing all the killing? Is Bill really dead? Yeah, I know. I seriously need a life.
Here is a very yellow tree in front of the business building.
I was exhausted after work, so I took a little nap before the concert. I basically rolled out of bed, left my lounge pants on, did absolutely nothing with my hair and wore my big long coat to try to hide it all. I figured, I was going to a high school function, what difference would it make? Of course, five minutes after I sat down, this super hot guy asked me if the seat next to was taken. At first I thought, that's why I need to take a little more time getting ready. I remember one of the temps in my office saying that she never left her house without make-up and her hair done, because her mother told her that she never knew when she'd meet the love of her life. But then I decided that I'm pretty sure whatever guy was going to choose me to be the love of his life, wouldn't want a Barbie Doll, and didn't worry about it.
I noticed one of the big signs that the guy I was dating this Winter and I weren't well matched, when I woke-up early on a Saturday to take Stinky to basketball practice. I threw on whatever was warm and handy. When I got back, the guy was sitting at my kitchen table. He looked me up and down and asked, "So, do you think that looks good?"
I hadn't had any caffeine yet and I was more than a little taken aback and I said, "What? Oh. No. Not really, but I don't care because I was just jumping in and out of the car. It's not like I'm going to wear this out on the town or anything..."
He said, "Good," and seemed relieved, but I was pretty annoyed. I definitely wear dressier stuff and put on make-up and wear my "goin' out hair" (as Mr. B puts it) when the situation calls for it, but I'm just as happy wearing a Carhartt sweatshirt and jeans and going fishing or hiking or cutting wood, or whatever. I've had it the other way too, where guys I dated gave me shit about wearing make-up and being girly. I guess, whoever may become the love of my life, will be a guy who'll be okay with the fact that I like to mix things up.