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| I wish other people would write long interesting posts so I wouldn't be bored...
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| Peter Roderick Stapp Monroy was born this morning by C-section!!!! Somewhere around 7 pounds and 6 feet tall. Lots of hair... Thats all I know... but I'm the first to say it so its brand-new news!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| It's been really busy lately and it will only get worse! Caleb is concert band president and I am orchestra manager (aka Mr. Bartsch's personal assistant and detail person). Caleb is in an internship at Bethany Baptist in which he spends about 9 hours a week at church, and I play just about weekly now on the worship team as well. Caleb works as a tech most days in chapel, is in charge of chapel setup, and works various special events, as well as teaching piano lessons once a week for our pastor's sons. I work 2-3 days a week as Music Department admin. assistant and 2 days a week in the music library. Caleb is a praise/worship band leader this semester in charge of a chapel band. I am practicing like crazy for my junior recital which is 3 weeks away. I have also been playing in an outside-of-class string quartet this semester, which has played at a wedding and junior recital so far and will be playing at the parent weekend brunch soon. Oh, and I forgot about classes: Music History, Christian Theology, Speech, and Conducting, to name a few. Caleb is in band and choir and I am in orchestra of course. And the play is starting up soon, which means 4-10 rehearsals for Caleb. Oh, the joys of being music majors. Can you tell I'm getting overwhelmed yet? | | |
| Recession,
Depression,
A whole world in transgression
With itself,
Write some wealth,
And sell it on a dime store shelf,
Earn a dollar,
Stretch it taller,
Squeeze a penny, make it holler,
John, Barack,
You have Iraq,
Our world, our lives, and all our stock,
But all in all
I know I fall
In fearful hands that sweat and crawl
In the hole,
They can't control
The great depression of the soul,
Where the bill
Can only still be
What it was; it never will be
Yummy, sunny,
Money's money,
Though, to lose it isn't funny,
Here the lent
Is ignorant
Of why the Yahweh saves was sent,
With respect,
I do suspect,
It's not what they want or expect,
So I leave
The world to grieve,
And wipe its mucus on its sleeve. | | |
| Caleb went to a parenting seminar, ate sushi,
went shopping, worked on his car, took a nap, went to a barn dance, and
gave a driving lesson all in one day. | | |
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