Music Major Meal Munch...

...or...Many Much Machinations for Multiple M's in Magnificent Masses!


I just thought I would embrace the apparent need for Alliteration...
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The annual music division "party" was held at the W's residence this year. I am not a music major, but as an individual with transportation, I was deemed worthy of attending this year,

(E.G.)

although she kept insisting I was her "date", I am here to testify to the complete and utter falseness of that statement. (Just to clarify, I was completely welcomed to the festivities, and Mrs. M said due to a theory class I was taking, I should have come anyway, so my "date" can get any ideas out of her little head...)

Once I was there, they were kind enough to feed me, even though it was just some bee-covered scraps they tossed toward where they had tied me to the tree nearest the car.

(Actually, the food was very good. *Nods in the direction of M.J./L.R./Mrs. W/Mr. W/Mr. C/B.H./and whoever else helped out)

There are a few pictures,but some are... *ahem... interesting. (L.R.)The Gathering... (I am not even attempting to initial this mob, you can just use your imagination...)
The Gathering Circle, Side One (I don't claim to know what on earth is wrong with those two on the far side, I just try to be supportive.)
The Gathering Circle, Side Two... (More non-initials.)
I used to think I was short... (J.C./P.E./M.D./S.M.)

(C.W.)

I love to take pictures of people posing for someone Else's camera. Or better yet, just after they have taken the picture. You get the most candid and true to life portraits.

Let the games begin... after lunch the powers that be started implementing their plan for complete humiliation on every one's part...also known as "Group Games." Unfortunately, the meter on my cab was running, so my fare decided it was time to head back.
(I left. In a hurry. RAN.)

Now I know...

Document a Lake Monster

WikiHow cracks me up sometimes...

LadyAnne

All School Picnic-Boating

Brisingr

Seven Years

http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/09/11/pentagon.memorial/index.html?eref=rss_topstories

LadyAnne

Autumn Child

I promise, Pictures are coming. Really, truly.
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There's a smell of Autumn in the air tonight. A combination of the smell of cooler air, burning wood from the bonfire next door, coming rain and the sun-warmed foliage.
It makes me somewhat pensive...


I once knew someone (actually I have known several) that smelled like a cool evening in fall. It tends to make one follow them about sniffing. No wonder I don't see them anymore, since not many people want someone always walking behind them with a perpetual cold.



Lady Anne

Heatwave...

"Do you know about the midget clown?"

OK, pictures are on their way from the fireworks extravaganza, but for the moment, I have recalled a tidbit I just have to share.

We had gotten back from downtown and were enjoying refreshments, ( Translation-*trying to gasp some air into our poor little lungs*) at V and E's place. We had gained a few freshmen attachments on the walk back up so of course they had been invited to eat with us.

As we sat there chatting oddly as we are wont to do, we suddenly realized that the freshmen (fresh women) were looking slightly lost and ill at ease. To relieve their fears that we were mad, raving lunatics, we begin trying to explain the randomness that is a Family discussion/gathering.

Into this, and completely out of the blue, one of them suddenly, and utterly seriously, asked; "Do you know about the midget clown?"

Dead silence.

Followed by erupting laughter from every family/adopted family member present.

We think she'll fit right in...

LadyAnne

"I'm the king of the world!"

COOL!!

So the latest thing buzzing around in my head are plans for my own variety of swamp cooler to put in my room.

Seriously, you know those voids that astronauts practice space walks in? That’s incredibly tame compared to my dwelling. Plus it’s cooler. But at this point, Death Valley is cooler. Even Oklahoma is cooler.

92• F

Feels like 98• F

My room 100• F

Humidity 44%

Is it just I, or is it supposed to be September?

(We’re not gonna tell my Doctor, or my mother, the temperatures I am sleeping in. Highly illegal.)

Self-Grandeur and foolishness...

I have decided, and not for the first time, that I have a way overdeveloped sense of self. Not that that is unique to me, the entire human race tends to be cursed with this particular illness. But lately my focus has slowly shifted to something (myself) that is way too unimportant compared to what it should be on (God).

I hereby officially get over myself.

And advise some people I know to do the same.

That’s all I’ll say on the matter.

That’s the end.

No more.

Zero.

Zilch.

Nada.

Noodle.
(Veggie tales fans will get that last bit. For all you un-fun people, don’t worry about it…)