whoa!

i just went to my page to chalk up a new post and when it came up i had to jump back! What the heck happened to my blog?! It didnt sneak up on me, it exploded in my face. Hello Change. This new colour scheme is quite the sassy statement. Z says i'm sassy enough to pull it off. We'll see.

So tonight i had band practice #2. This afternoon I had seriously considered not going . I was trying to make myself practice and i didnt have it in me. But then i realized that i rarely practiced in high school/university so why should i practice now? And yet, i was still grumpypants'd about going tonight. What gives? Now that its done for the night I've figured it out. Its the music. Its not that i'm a snob and its too easy for me. It isnt. I sucked. I played the rhythms wrong because i cant count and the wrong notes because i cant read the chicken scratch (and also, who the hell writes F flats and C flats for flute?!). The problem with the music is this: its big band and swing. Now, dont get me wrong, i really like swing and bigband. But to play? How many swing flutes or bigband oboes have you heard of? I rest my case.

Please please please can one more person make a snake-charmer joke while i'm playing oboe...

Now i am home, grumpy, with heartburn, and cold feet. Something about that septic-scented sous-sol (that's basement en français. i just wanted it for the alliteration) makes my feet cold and clammy. G-ross.
What is a good thing to do when one is grumpy and has heartburn? Make chocolate chip cookies (because something challenging really soothes the Grumpymonster and chocolate doesnt aggravate heartburn...). C-cubed, look out! Big momma's in da houz! She'z gonna bake you up right!