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A little bit of Everything
Jul. 20th, 2011 10:28 am (Today, the coffee signifies want of it rather than I had some.)
It's a few weeks away from our vacation (Mom, me and a few other people are going to Orlando for a week. Yippee.) and Aunt Ada and Granny might come down for a visit a week before that. I hope the trip doesn't irritate her back too much.
I never did get a job this summer. Although, John text me last night asking if I wanted a job. (Heck Yeah! Why didn't you text me this sooner?) But it was not meant to be. 8 -5, Monday thru Friday, and I have to go back to school in August. Also, I don't know if I like the idea that social workers and child services people only need a high school diploma to do what they do. I mean, most high school graduates are idiot kids (waves hand: Hi! Call me I.K!) So yes, no job for me.
Mom has a bit more progress than me. She's had two interview at this day care place (that is open 24/7...everyday...let that sink in) and I've had to drive her because of her surgery before (I mentioned that previously...hysterectomy ringing any bells?). Yesterday when we went, I had to sit up front for an hour because the director lady wanted to see how Mom would do. So they locked her in a room with four year olds for an hour. I heard screaming.
Later, Mom told me about it. There's one kid that went around taking things from other kids so she could watch them cry. There was a child that didn't talk apparently ever. There was another who had diarrhea and was not potty trained (You're four! Four should be potty-trained) and the other lady in the room said she was going to gag if she had to change him again. (Also, there were cameras, and you can't tell the kids no...I don't know what's up with that) There was a child that could have been either a boy or girl, but we just don't know; it's name was Christian too. The parents just made sure that kid would be as androgynous as possible.
It's a few weeks away from our vacation (Mom, me and a few other people are going to Orlando for a week. Yippee.) and Aunt Ada and Granny might come down for a visit a week before that. I hope the trip doesn't irritate her back too much.
I never did get a job this summer. Although, John text me last night asking if I wanted a job. (Heck Yeah! Why didn't you text me this sooner?) But it was not meant to be. 8 -5, Monday thru Friday, and I have to go back to school in August. Also, I don't know if I like the idea that social workers and child services people only need a high school diploma to do what they do. I mean, most high school graduates are idiot kids (waves hand: Hi! Call me I.K!) So yes, no job for me.
Mom has a bit more progress than me. She's had two interview at this day care place (that is open 24/7...everyday...let that sink in) and I've had to drive her because of her surgery before (I mentioned that previously...hysterectomy ringing any bells?). Yesterday when we went, I had to sit up front for an hour because the director lady wanted to see how Mom would do. So they locked her in a room with four year olds for an hour. I heard screaming.
Later, Mom told me about it. There's one kid that went around taking things from other kids so she could watch them cry. There was a child that didn't talk apparently ever. There was another who had diarrhea and was not potty trained (You're four! Four should be potty-trained) and the other lady in the room said she was going to gag if she had to change him again. (Also, there were cameras, and you can't tell the kids no...I don't know what's up with that) There was a child that could have been either a boy or girl, but we just don't know; it's name was Christian too. The parents just made sure that kid would be as androgynous as possible.
They told her she wouldn't have to work weekends if she got the job though. I can see it being a problem, because I got back to school in August. That leaves me with no car. I could get a ride from Phelicia (choir buddy:) but I already feel like a bum every Friday for having to catch a ride with her. (Did I mention I only have my permit? And will no longer be doing that 'Driving alone' with just that because apparently you can be arrested for that, with a record and everything?)
I started writing this entry with the intention of saying something, kinda building up to it...and have now completely forgotten what it was. I'm dying. My brain is dying apparently. I hate when that happens. It's so terrifying that there was a thought there a second ago, and then it's just gone, and I was about to use that and then POOF. It's like your brain is messing with you.
Oh, well. Must not have been important, right? Of course not.
...this is gonna bug me now...
Oh! I remember now:) (Seriously, your brain just does this stuff to mess with your mind) So last Friday at choir practice I nearly passed out because I was breathing wrong (lightheaded and tingly hands. That was new). I got an example of what I was doing from the Boss, which would be fine for me to do if we were singing opera. (which is intersting because I have no training) He said something else...a lot of something else and then later said I needed to start singing like a 'natural, black girl'. You'd think that be easy (and don't give me that look. You know white people and black people - and hispanic people for that matter. They sing super fast - sing differently.) because I'm a natural, black girl (although there was a great (great?) granddaddy who was white). But a lot of what I listen to is white people. We don't have black people stations that aren't secular except for on Sundays.
Besides, listening to Smokie Norful won't help me. That man has crazy runs. Of course, I don't think I'm supposed to do runs because it's a choir and I'm supposed to do what everyone else is doing. (I wish Risa was in the choir with me. It's so much easier to sing with her.) But then I don't really know what I'm doing. The first time I auditioned, I did well. I was loud (though my mic was louder. It's an excuse, but it's true) and clear and hit the notes and apparently 'It's the Blood' is a hard song. Point is, I have my own way of singing most of their songs and I add 'flavor' to it. Then there are some I don't know the whole thing too. And there are so many 'Ooh's in our songs. I don't really know those either.
But Risa says relax. The diaphragm and all of that is a muscle and it has to be relaxed. And at home I'm perfectly relaxed. But when I get there, and there's a mic in front of me (and especially when he points at me and says sing this) it's a little hard to relax. Also, I am not a songwriter. I don't hear the music in my head (or in the air) just like that. I have to hear what I'm supposed to be singing or know how it goes. Otherwise it will not go well.
Okay. I think that was everything I wanted to say. If it's not, I don't have any clue what else it could be.
Okay. I think that was everything I wanted to say. If it's not, I don't have any clue what else it could be.
