Some things you should know:

I'm Jennifer. aka Jen, JB, Bromley, Brom & Momma. I answer to most of them. Not always Jennifer-there were so many of us growing up around here I can get away with it. At least once a day, I can get away with not answering to Momma. Don't judge me, ya'll do it too. I'm an emotional mess-who cries at cotton commercials? Though it IS the fabric of our lives. I cry at school performances - it's not because M is the star...it's because she's MY star. I cry reading books & while watching the boob tube. Basically, at everything. My middle name should be "Emotional" and not Leigh - though Leigh does flow nicely. I'm madly in love x2 and probably the luckiest girl around. My plan here is to a) Vent. I mean, my friends can only take so much. b) Make myself a journal - like the one I promised myself I'd make after I figured out how to do this motherhood thing. I learned that since that's a work-in-progress, I'd better start before M went to college. and c) To make ya'll laugh. Well, mostly myself (to keep from crying). My life makes me giggle. With joy, with love and with complete embarassment more often than not. Feel free to LOL with AND at me.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

It's music, people!

Well folks, if memory serves me correctly, it was about this time around 1991 that Annie B (youngest of The Bromley trio) was introduced to the aparatus that Madison Adaire brought home recently.  Sarah Chapin (the middle one) might have had a brief stint with it as well, but I was too busy putting on eyeliner and hairspray back then to remember it.  I have absolutely NO idea if I was ever introduced to it because well, simply put, don't remember lots.  Ya'll can come to your own conclusions about why. ;)

A-hem, a-hem.  BEHOLD, THE RECORDER:


Now, that's not Maddie.  Nor is it HER recorder.  I just thought the picture was classic.  We'll call this gal Linda.  (I've been trying to find someone to name that since the day we found out our Christmas kitten, who was to be named Linda was actually a Leonard.  Neither of my housemates liked that name, Leonard.)  Linda here is playing an alto tenor recorder.  From the view over her shoulder, it appears she was either entertaining at her local county fair or corn maze.  Regardless, she looks to be rockin' out.

Here we have Mad's actual recorder:


That thing beside it?  IT'S THE CLEANING STICK - AND IT'S GRODY.  Maddie informed me this evening while packing it up that it didn't really do any cleaning, that it just collected spit and smelled nasty.  That is neither here nor there.  My main point of bringing this to your attention is to let you know that if you hear howling in the evenings in your 'hood, it's probably just your neighborhood dogs singing along while the JKES 4th graders practice tootin' on these little gems.  My other point is mostly for said 4th graders parents.  When you ask your little musician what songs they're playing, don't get all big-eyed like I did when they say to you "NotChoMomma".  That's NOT the name of their song.  I almost had to call GBG #386 to have a chat about The Great Mr. Stitcher's tune choices.  My big eyes reduced to usual size after Maddie brought me the actual musical piece from her bookbag shaking it all around my face saying "what's wrong with it, moooooooooooooom?

  The title, you ask?

"Nacho Mama"

After cracking the H.E. double hockey sticks up, rolling on the floor laughing at me, Maddie "played me" her rendition of the ditty.  It ain't half bad for a piece of plastic with some holes in it.  I just know I'M not putting MY lips on the thing!  I AM, however, on my way to the kitchen to get a bowl of Tostitos. :)

JB
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