A Montage of Music


Last week Justin and I went to the local movie theater for one thing…DCI Quarter Finals. No it didn’t star T. Cruise or J. Depp. It has much better performers in it, Musicians.

I first got into music when I started playing the flute in 6th grade. Don’t make fun. Playing takes talent, dedication, practice, and peer pressure. The peer pressure is so that your arch rival in High School doesn’t take your spot in the flute section, or as I upgraded to, the piccolo section. Well the piccolo section was really only me, but I had to fight off potential wanna be’s.

I loved playing modern peices as well as classic. And as I became a better player, I also learned how to spin flag. No I didn’t play AND spin at the same time. Don’t be silly. But I became pretty good at spinning too. So I took my new career of color guard to a whole new level. I auditioned for a Drum and Bugle Corps when I was 19 and made it.

So the year was 1998 and I was part of one of the best all-girl color guards in the U.S. It was an exciting time. I wasn’t playing music, but I was appreciating it more and more. As well as appreciating some of the young, hot, tanned men in my corps. Oh so hot… oh I mean sweaty, it was hot in the summer, we got sweaty. Same thing happened in 1999, my last year to march. After that, I attended every show I could as well as going to Finals week. Sometimes it would be in D.C., Madison, Denver, and Buffalo but my husband and I loved it and missed it.

This year we couldn’t go to Boston. So we got to see Quarter Finals on the big screen. It seemed so silly to clap and cheer at a screen. They can’t hear us! Who are we kidding. But we did it anyway. So as a spectator we got to see all different types of shows. Some great, some stupid, some crappy, some stupid… did I say that already? Well the point is, some shows were themed but it was more of a montage of montages.

As stupid as they are, you still have to appreciate what they are doing on the field. Visually, musically and the entertainment value to you the spectator. They work hard to give you a show that is either great or well… you make the decision I’ve already made mine.

GQ’s so GQ


My husband and I were at one of our favorite sandwich shops here in Vegas, Jimmy John’s. Try if you come across it. The Club Lulu is my favorite, as well as saying lulu in my Texas accent. It really throws people off here. We were eating our yummy subs when somehow the topic of GQ came up. I don’t know. It could have been that we were talking about Courtney Love, but she’s not GQ. Oh, it could have been our talk about Foo Fighters. They are sorta GQ (you following the whole Nirvana theme here). But then our talk lead to GQ itself. What the heck does it mean?

Yes GQ stands for Gentlemen’s Quartely. It has great stuff on style and fashion for men. My husband has never picked up a copy. But since JFK junior started this manly fashion mag, the term GQ has been used in a different way. And that’s my question as well as my unfashionable husband’s too. What does GQ stand for in our unfashionable world?

We hear our friends, well we do it too, say something like, “That’s so GQ” or “You look GQ.” Which to me translates to, “That’s so Gentlemen’s Quartely” and “You look so Gentlemen’s Quartely.” I’m sure it wasn’t mean like that! JFK junior never intended it to be used like that or so I assume. But really what does it mean? We sat there, half way through our club lulu’s and dorritos pondering this thought. “Gotta Quit?” No. “Gansta Quarry?” No. “That’s so golfing quickly?” No. Nothing worked and the lulu’s were eaten.

So the question was never really answered. Until I had what therapists call a breakthrough. GQ is a magaizine about style and fashion for men. So it’s more of a lifestyle. The letters G and Q have no meaning to us, but the lifestyle does. So to give the compliment “You look GQ” is basically saying, “You’ve got fashion sense and it shows! I wanna jump your body now!” Any man hearing that would think, “Now I’m GQ.”

Remember…Don’t Forget

All through out your school years you are under constant learning pressures. Like it or not, you’ve learned either the importance of typing skills (courtesy of Webster Intermediate), time management (High School in general. Can you believe that we had to go to school at 7:20 am? Holy crap that’s early.) or terms in biology that you will never need to recall. Unless you decide to go into the medical field. I didn’t. I chose a more creative field where I really don’t have to recall anything. I can barely remember yesterday’s project but I do remember what I’ve learned in Texas history.

I moved out of the great state of Texas when I was 19. I took all that knowledge of Texas and put it in the back of my mind trying to erase my Texas roots. They weren’t that deep. We moved there when I was 8 but 11 years in Texas is pretty much a lifetime. So onto learning Texas history.

If you’ve seen the movie Alamo you can skip ahead, if not listen up. Yes the Alamo was defeated. But did you know that there was a messenger that got out of the Alamo before the attacks looking for Sam Houston. He told him what was up over in San Antionio. So Sammie decided he’d had enough of General Santa Ana’s fight for Texas. And when the Mexican troops left the Alamo, Sammie and all of his men attacked the Mexican army and wiped them out in a matter of minutes capturing Santa Ana and securing Texas’ independence.

I learned that over at Webster Intermediate, but since it was in the very back of my mind, I still rented Alamo (Billy Bob was great!). See I never really forgot what I’ve learned, I just didn’t remember it.

Brace for Impact

When I was in High School all of my friends had braces. I knew I had some funky teeth problems, but looking back I don’t think it bothered me. One of my good friends, Elsa http://writinggal.blogspot.com, had braces what seemed like forever. Well from what I remember, it was something like 5 or 6 years. Geez, that’s a long time!

Now as an adult, I’ve realized how much my teeth matter. Yes you can say I’m vain, but what about all those kids in High School who had them. Were they vain too? Actually, they probably were. They were probably begging their parents for braces and they probably didn’t even need them, you know… peer pressure. But I thought I didn’t need them so who cares. But apparently I did and now I care.

Last October I went for my regular cleaning in my newly adopted city Las Vegas. The lights, the sin, the metal? Who would have thought that my welcoming committee wanted to put me in metal for 2 years! So my 3 different dentists poked and prodded my teeth. One mentioned the look of my teeth. Big surprise. But he had something different to say. “You’re going to have more problems as you get older if you don’t go see an orthodontist.” WHAT? I’ve been alive for how many years and nothing was ever said to me until now. How could I have gone through my life missing such important information? Will my life depend on it? Well I wasn’t about to wait to find out, I made an appointment with and ortho right away! Really it was 2 months later. I wanted to live life on the edge.

Apparently I did have some problems that I’m taking care of with braces. Things move pretty quickly when you have metal forcing them in a direction they don’t want to go. But now I have a stubborn crossbite that really doesn’t want to move. Oh the challenges. A new place to live, a new job and braces at 27 years old.

Time of our lives

“Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.” If you haven’t figured it out, it’s the beginning to one of The Bangles songs. Atleast thats what I think the lyrics are. Listening to this got me thinking about time. Time and technology. We live by both and yet want more. More time to use the technology. How did this become a never ending cycle of our lives?

Time: There is always time to watch your favorite show. But did you have enough time to get your current project done at work? Are you consistently late or early? What do you tell yourself when your late? “Oh I’ll be there in 10 minutes” and show up 30 minutes later? There is always an excuse on why there wasn’t enough time. We are talking minutes here, but what if it was days or months behind or ahead? When I was in College, I had to write a thesis. I thought I had plenty of time. Silly me, a College student, I should have known. Ofcourse my printer didn’t work the day it was due but I manage to get it done in the ‘nick of time.’ In that example, my time was wasted by none other than technology.

Technology: It never works. At work or at home. And if you don’t have a tech savvy husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/friend (did I cover everyone?) then you are pretty much screwed. Techonology has made our lives easier as well as difficult. Gone are the days of the card catalog at the library. Does anyone even remember how to look up something that way? How in the world did we ever find anything on knitting, serial killers or cardiology. It’s amazing how far we’ve come. But seriously, like everything in this world, there are pros and cons. The pro is I get paid to use technology to sell stuff (don’t worry, it’s not this blog, I’d be broke). The con is when the computer is down because of the disk drives crashing (um ya, just happened to me), I can’t work. Well that really wasn’t a con because I got to watch a lot of movies! I guess technology is good for something…movies at work.

So time, see what’s become of me. I sit at a computer all day and hope for something to break so I can use my time to watch a movie.