The Singer Sings

(So I’m totally just going to slip by and pretend  I don’t know what you’re talking about that I haven’t blogged in months)

I never in a million years would have thought that I would be a singer’s mom. Soccer mom yes, football mom absolutely, but never a singer’s mom. Especially to a pretty darn good singer. I’m trying really hard to not post something every other post about the singer on facebook but I admit it’s hard to do. I would also never in a million say my kid was pretty darn good if it wasn’t true and if people constantly didn’t  tell me that he does..and no not just on facebook.

This month has been our banner month. He did an audition for the Oklahoma Opry and in that one little audition, we met an awesome family that has kind of taken us under their wing and said here is where you need to go and sing and the network of singing opportunities has flourished from there. We are are at the point where we have gigs clear to October now. It’s unbelievable. Really. We really just barely started doing this just for his talent show and it has snow balled from there. On top of that, we clenched an awesome voice teacher who really believes we will be taking this show on the road literally. She actually wanted to do it for free. The funny thing is she’s not the only one who has told us this. Funnier thing is, people are asking if he needs a music teacher because they know someone and so forth. Simply because they know he’s good and they want a piece of the pie to say so and so music teacher taught him how to sing. Sorry folks he already knows how to sing he just needs a little refinement.

Now I know you didn’t come by to be diluted with how awesome my kid sings. Believe me I groan just a tiny bit when the over bragging is done on other’s kids for whatever. But you know we are all proud momma’s of our baby bears and dang it, we want the world to know it. So keep on bragging and I’ll keep on liking and know because you’re proud, I’m proud too for you.

On a different but similar note. You as the one reader knows I am the wallflower of the party and if attention is turned toward me I want to blend even more with the furniture. I am so glad the hubs is the “manager” of this ride and I am blissfully along for the ride. The thing is when strangers want to approach you to brag on your kid, it gets a little overwhelming and anxiety wants to rear it’s ugly head. I love the praise and know it’s for him and yet I feel guilty because I didn’t do anything, don’t brag to me because I already know. I guess lucky us moms get the attention though they really should be praising daddy on this one.

Yes, we have come to that point where we have a website, a youtube channel and of course business cards. I am not kidding and they are so needed. Can you believe the craziness that I am talking? My 11 year kid has business cards. I totally understand if you want to gag right now.

I do want to say that the minute he says he doesn’t want to do the craziness anymore we totally will support him and be done. I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon though. The boss lives for this kind of attention, it fuels his soul, and he actually isn’t near as bossy anymore. He has become supportive of other singers and cheers them on as if they also totally killed it, even if he knows he was probably a little better. He knows that as a singer you have to support each other and he knows they also want to make people happy just like he does.

A List To Catch Up

Jeez…I don’t what happened the last couple of months but I will try to play catch up for you/me.
1. If you haven’t heard already, the rain is ridiculous around these parts. We have had rain in some part of the state for 30 days straight at least I’m pretty sure we have. #overit
2. The talent show was a rousing success. I swear that singer kid of mine blows me away. I had a huge post on his try out and my nervous nelly ways but meh he is awesome, end of story. We are really gearing him up for more “shows”. His teachers and principal were blown away. His friends told him he sang better than Bruno. Not that I’m bragging or anything. #superstar
3. I finally get to be 2nd reader for my co-workers book. It’s taken her over a year to write it. She literally was just starting it when I started at my new post. I get to read it and tear it up and offer my thoughts and suggestions. I’ve been keeping my reading schedule clear just for this. It’s pretty good, a little rough around the edges but I see the potential. #newbie
4. I’m sure I have a ridiculous amount more to say but am totally blank. #blankspacebaby
5. I am completely caught up with Downtown Abbey at least what is on Amazon Prime. I leave you with this very important tidbit. Also, can I randomly mention the Big Bang Theory season ender? Oh my heart…it hurts. I strongly think the Shamie hiatus will be short…I hope. #nerdalert
Random hashtags because I can.

Lame Blogger Here…

Sometimes I wonder why I keep this old girl up but sometimes I have random sporadic events that happen that I feel strongly need documented and not just on facebook. Here I can go into more detail and stuff.
I do actually have a story to tell but it’s one of those stories that requires anonymity because it’s related to that place that I talk about where I go and do stuff. Let’s just say when the big big chief’s assistant calls you barge in on the regular chief’s quarterly tribal council meeting where other chiefs are also involved including the big chief. Do you know the difference between a big chief, a regular chief and the big big chief? Because there is a BIG difference.
There’s a word for things like this in the south when it’s so completely embarrassing and horrible at the same time and that word is “chawed”. That was how I felt barging into that tribal council meeting, yet those days of total paralyzed anxiety are over, especially when there is no other option or at least you didn’t think there was at the time. Anyways, I’m trying work it up better and the writer in me has become a total loss and I need to rectify that.
I really feel I could write a book and maybe make it funny for all of us assists out there.

We are working on getting the oldest into driving school. There is no driver’s ed anymore here, it’s all done by driving schools. The cost an arm and a leg. We are working to have him learn online and we the hubs and I becoming “certified” instructors. It’s a lot cheaper to do it all online and once the state deems us driving instructor worthy than he will begin. I realize we are a little late to the party since he’s now 16 but I think this way will work out better for all of us. I just wish we could install a break on the passenger side. He is doing a lot better going around the neighborhood, I feel a lot more comfortable staying in the neighborhood for now until of course we are completely legit to venture out with his permit.
The youngest is working hard on his talent show piece. He’s doing a little Bruno and it’s going to be awesome.
I wish I knew more but then I’m lame that way and this may be all you get for another week or four.

An Unplanned Superior Day

Friday I got up got dressed for work -in a cute little dress I got at Target on clearance that it was finally warm enough and not so windy to wear. In other words I was looking forward to going to work…because feeling cute makes one more looking forward to going to work. I dropped the youngest off, which is unusual for us but he had a singing thing and had to be early and that’s all I knew.
Let me back track a month ago. I know that he has a singing competition thing but when, where, and how much was never shared as I expected a note. Every day for weeks I asked about such competition and a note. After so long of “I don’t know and I don’t have a note” I pretty much dropped it and forgot about it.
Fast forward to Thursday night and he mentions the competition is Friday and he has to be at school by 8 and he doesn’t know where it’s going to be and he doesn’t know if or how much money he needs. But I never saw a note. I never signed a permission slip. This is a almost typical daily thing of him losing notes on very important matters. I told hm this makes things very difficult as we have no clue where and when, and of course the how much. So Friday morning I pull into the drop off lane to drop him off and send him on his way with $10. That should do it for lunch I would assume. Lucky for him and me I suppose, I’m literally stuck in the center lane of drop off, no one is going anywhere because school drop off begins at 8:15 and it’s 8:02 and people literally sit like this because they have nothing better to do?
He comes running out with note in hand in hopes I would still be there. I sign the note and he runs back in as I detach the detail of the note. As I sit and read what is needed and where- Arbuckle Wildnerness which is about 2 hours away and he needs way more money than I sent based on what and where he is going. At this point I’m pretty much stuck and they are loading on the bus to leave. I carry very little if any cash on me as it is and I am trying to think of what exactly I’m going to do. I text him to let him know he has a problem-lack of funds and that he will be later than the usual bus pick up, in other words someone would have to be in that unusual time (for normal working people) frame of 4:30-5:00 to pick him up when they arrive. Hence why notes a few weeks ahead of time are kind of a necessity.
At the same time I was thinking this would have been a fun trip to take off work and support his compete and spend the day with him and 18 screaming 10 year olds. I then had an epiphany, well pretty much the only plausible solution. I absolutely hate calling in for work. Even when sick or sick kids the guilt is consuming as if I’m really calling in when I’m actually playing hookey. I decide to buck up and call the B. I immediately go into my tirade of my damsel in distress situation and omg he doesnt have enough money, and he’ll be stranded, I’m pretty sure I sounded distressed. Luckily my B is pretty understanding for the most part and was cool with me “playing hookey” for the day. Then I was off for a little day trip to the smallest mountains in the world, the Arbuckles in a cute little spring dress that was not meant for hiking and frolicking and riding bumpy safari buses feeding large animals. I text the son back that I’ve dropped everything to be his entourage for the day and it was so worth it.

Here is the strange part of the story;

When we arrived there was literally no one else in the parking lot. When I’m thinking competition, I’m thinking an uncomfortable amount of people and no parking. We get parked and go in as we have a 10:30 sing time and it’s already ten after ten. I’m one of those weird one’s that stresses about being on time and seemed odd that they would push their arrival time so close to sing time. Apparently it didn’t matter because we were literally the only school there. Apparently the other schools sang Thursday. We were the only ones to sing on Friday. Still odd to me. How many schools competed? Wouldn’t they spread them out over two days? No idea. But unlike probably every other competition the parents were able to watch, it was outside, and the judges gave critique right there on the spot and presented them their trophy for superior rating. The main judge really nailed things on the head especially for little boys who are uncertain of taking choir in the future for middle school/high school as most of his friends are “jocks” and will be doing PE/Sports. He pretty much told the boys, “there will be those boys in athletics that will be riding the bus back with a bunch of other smelly boys, and then there will be you boys in choir riding the bus back non smelly and with a bunch of pretty girls.” Not that that should seal his decision to remain in choir for all his days but he really has been on the fence on his chosen elective of Choir or PE for sixth grade.
The plus side of having the whole park to yourself is having the grand tour and riding the safari bus to feed the animals. Please remember me as I’m climbing into a bus where the sides are completely cut out and a huge bench thing is in the center for everyone to sit. Then the screaming of 18 ten year-olds began. Apparently these kids had never experienced anything like this and camels bum rushing to the bus and chasing us the entire way was a new fangled thing. Oh yes the “It’s Hump Day” commentary was also eminent and was like the commercials just came out yesterday.
We enjoyed every moment and I dressed cutely yet uncomfortably for the occasion.

Yes even these guys were allowed to come to the feeding.

But thankfully not this guy.

Day Book 03.29.15

Outside My Window: Tis the season for storms. Not technically tonight but we did have our first batch of hail last Wednesday and a sprinkling of tornadoes. The weather guys were pretty confident we wouldn’t have any and sure enough it popped up in Moore (again). It’s all good, we pretty much expect it anymore. Call us crazy, but we do have fairly awesome weather men. We have to for our kind of weather.

I Am Hearing; It’s actually pretty quiet except for the hubby sneezing.

I Am Thinking: The plan was I was taking off tomorrow to get some errands done that can’t be done on weekends, like dentist appointments and taking almost 16 year old boys to get their driving permit. We’ve really slacked off on that considering he will be 16 in less than a week. Here in OK it’s done in stages so even at 16 he is still limited to who and when he drives so I don’t think he will miss too much by just now getting his permit. We have also ..gulp… sort of looked at cars for him. We figure it best to get him one that he could learn as that would be what he would be used to since its his. If that makes sense. Anyways, these plans changed as now we have a funeral to attend.

I Am Hoping: For a less stressful next few weeks…which will not happen. Spring is our crazy time with 2 boys birthdays, Easter and all end of school activities.

Thoughts from last week: So I had my shin dig. The photographer showed up late which almost set the chief in a tizzy. He told me to start taking some with my phone. Then 5 minutes later he showed. Thank God, talk about wishing I had brought my normal camera-which I actually considered doing just because. Any who it went off well and I’m glad it’s over. I am not the big party planner hostess type so I went with keeping everything as simple as possible -food, flowers, and minor decor. I think I did pretty well despite one or two snafus that were beyond my control. I’d rather be the wall flower of the party than the hostess with the mostess. Talk about being thrown out of the comfort zone. But at least I know I can do it and it’s not as bad as it would have been in my brain a few years ago. I think I’ve really learned to quelch my anxiety, which kind of blows my mind because really even I think about it (the anxiety) but it doesn’t affect me at all.

Weekend Plans: The weekend was also pretty busy, sorta. The oldest kind of had his birthday weekend of lobster and nerdiness at BitCom; which is basically a convention for old school gamers. The youngest was star struck by some Youtuber he watches. He could barely talk to the guy. Apparently these guys review video games and consoles and get like a million views. I really am considering doing something random to gain millions of dollars doing silly stuff on Youtube.

OH and the youngest sang at Super Cuts. They turned down the radio and everything so “everyone” could hear him sing. I thought that was sweet. The haircut lady said if he becomes famous she’ll feel proud that she cut his hair.

Plans For The Week: Let’s see, after the funeral I have to get a kid enrolled for Junior year. (hold me) the youngest will be starting middle school (next year)-which is basically Jr. High. A boys birthday and then Easter weekend with the family and celebrating more birthday.

Picture Thoughts:

Day Book 03.17.15

Outside My Window: It’s a little rainy. We’ll take it.

I am hearing: Watching that show with the guy that never dies…he’s an ME. Can’t think of the name of it.

I am thinking: I’m strangely excited for my little field trip tomorrow. I get to play the Publishers Clearinghouse Prize patrol and award our most recent winner part of the academy awards thing I mentioned before on facebook. Have I mentioned everyday is a new adventure and I love it? Had my annual review. When the “b” tells you to tell him what he can do to help me to help manage him you feel pretty smug in a weird way. Never thought I’d hear a phrase like that from a “b”. You like my cryptic language. Also I had no idea that my proofing skills were actually part of my review. Kind of crazy right?

I am hoping: That all of the last minute things for the “academy awards” ties up this week. I have no idea what I will do with myself afterwards. I”m sure that they will find something.

Plans for the week: Besides presenting the publishing clearing house? Just finished the bunco. I didn’t have any extravagant win but a consolation prize is always nice. I really don’t know what I’d do with myself with out my outings every month.

Picture Thoughts: These two…

About That…

I had no idea time really has slipped that far away since I last blogged.. February 12th?! Really. I really feel like this month is literally already almost over and it’ only the 11th.

How about a rambling bullet list to cover what you missed on me?

-So the place where I reside 8-5 has me hopping busy. Which it normally has its ebbs and flows but it’s been more of a geyser lately. I think this is why I feel this month is already over. When you have to schedule meetings for someone else weeks in advance, it makes one feel like that I suppose. The main thing that has kept me busy is my role on the academy awards lunch…yeah not really but sorta. We have a luncheon every year that honors those in customer service aka tellers, and phone people who were nominated because they did something awesome. It’s really a great thing and this girl that’s who is the party planner of sorts getting everything taken care of. I am loving it but it’s kind of like planning a wedding.. guest lists to maintain…catering and table arrangements and center pieces…and programs oh my. Not to mention ordering trophies and then I get to help present! My own wedding wasn’t even this “organized and extravagant”.

I’m not complaining, I’m actually loving it, it’s just stressful at times. Whew.

-A follow-up to the Suessical thing. We created a bigger, more bold Wocket in the Pocket. I personally thought I had out done myself and had really put my Visual Communications degree to good to use.


The youngest of course hated it, like tears in his eyes this is the worst thing I have ever had to do kind of hate. (The picture above reflected the slightest mood of I’m okay with this for now.) When the incident went down with the teacher, he really truly thought he had gotten out of it completely. He just despised the whole idea of dancing and entertaining old folks that much. I explained to him repeatedly until I was blue in the face, if you’re going to be an entertainer this is the kind of thing you will have to do. This is the only real entertainment these folks get, you will put a smile on their face and possibly bring them joy. He was not seeing any of it. After threats of grounding if there wasn’t a change in attitude, he agreed. You know what? Of course you do. It wasn’t that bad after all. Imagine that! I think he may have actually enjoyed it.Imagine that. Why does this child have to challenge me from every fiber of my being? Exhausting.

-Lets see, I was supposed to take next week off for a mini family vacation. I am so paranoid and stressed about the “academy awards” that I told the hubs we need to reschedule because I know I will be too panicked on minute details the week before the thing that it wouldn’t be worth the trip. I told him, “honey, I will drive you bat sh*t crazy the whole time…probably a little more than usual.” That pretty much convinced him.  So we will go in July when I am sure things have settled…ha..ha.

-We had a great time at the family engineering fair at the school. I have a few genius friends one of who is an actual engineer for the Oklahoma Department of Transportation. Another friend who’s father is an engineer and she is pretty stinking smart herself so yeah I totally needed their expertise on domino bridge building.

I’m not sure why the pics are so small, I’m sure it’s a setting on my phone.


I think that covers all things Bossy Boy. Haven’t said that name in forever.

Happy Blog Birthday to me … checking the timeline 3/04/07 was my first post dive in. I pretty much kept it private for the first month. I really should have tried harder to keep the following I had when I was at blogger and I really should go the extra mile to visit more blogs and be active again but the time, I just don’t have it, but I do really miss it.

That should it do it for the missed month of ramble. Whew.