wash your hands after messing with this taco

Over the past week we’ve experimented a bit with rice cereal. My God, what a mess. I’m not really sure how much Lydia is actually eating. Right now I think she has confused the concoction with bubble gum and she spends most of her energy blowing millions of small bubbles with the gooey stuff.

I have to keep a wet paper towel close by to wipe her off occasionally or else I just can’t stand it. And, man, if she reaches up and sticks her fists in her mouth before I can catch them, EEEEEEEE, it’s just an absolute disaster.

I think I have something I need to let go of, because I KNOW it’s going to get worse from here.

kicking chairs

President Clinton was first elected president when I was in 7th grade. I watched his inauguration with the rest of my Social Studies class that January. Our teacher, Coach Adams, had taught us how the election system worked with the popular vote mingling with the Electoral vote so the swearing-in ceremony was a big Democracy in Action moment for our class.

We all stared up at the television screen as President Clinton finished his oath. I’m sure many of my classmates were wondering when they would be able to get down to the lunchroom.

Suddenly, Coach Adams kicked his chair across the room, — a few of us started in our seats — exclaiming that he had FINALLY voted for someone who became president.

I didn’t really understand political beliefs at that time — Republican versus Democrat — but I did get that it’s nice to know when your voice is heard. There is a sense of pride. Sometimes it’s so invigorating it even makes you want to kick chairs.

I felt like kicking a chair this evening — my own voice was finally heard. Though, as Coach Adams taught me, my state’s Electoral vote was what truly counted and Alabama runs quite red, my vote was counted all the same.

Sixteen years later, I was reminded of my teacher and that moment right before lunch on a January day. I can appreciate why Coach Adams was so happy.

I can finally look at our president and think, “See that man? I voted for him.” Me and so many others.

Election Day, November, 1884 — Walt Whitman

Election Day, November, 1884
Walt Whitman

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest
scene and show,

‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor
your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,

Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-
loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,

Nor Oregon’s white cones—nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes—
nor Mississippi’s stream:

—This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name— the
still small voice vibrating—America’s choosing day,

(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the
quadriennial choosing,)

The stretch of North and South arous’d—sea-board and inland
—Texas to Maine—the Prairie States—Vermont, Virginia,
California,

The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and con-
flict,

The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,

Yet more than all Rome’s wars of old, or modern Napoleon’s:)
the peaceful choice of all,

Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:

—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the
heart pants, life glows:

These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,

Swell’d Washington’s, Jefferson’s, Lincoln’s sails.

the scariest costume ever

Apparently Lydia had a slight case of the runs today. She blew through all the clothes she had at daycare so by the time I arrived to pick her up, she was in “daycare clothes.”

They’re pretty scary. I told Lydia she was already dressed for Halloween. She could go as a Four Month Old With Diarrhea. That’s scary as shit. Literally.

hyland’s hallucination tablets

I looked up Hyland’s Teething Tablets the other day for Miss Lydia. Her gums are beginning to irritate her, much to the dismay of her poor knuckles.

Imagine my surprise to learn one of ol’ Hyland’s active ingredients is belladonna. Belladonna — seriously?!

No wonder kids get that ‘soothing’ effect. They’re too busy watching the pink elephants duke it out with the green-and-blue striped tigers on the ceiling.*

If I’m going to slightly poison anyone to the point of intoxication, I’ll just do it to myself with some Grey Goose, thanks.

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* I realize what the manufacturers of Hyland’s says here as far as the safety of their product goes is most likely true. But still — belladonna?!

four month old taco

Last Thursday Lydia turned four whole months old. That’s a third of a year — quite an old taco! So much has happened this past month, as well. She has been quite busy.

First, she became a cousin three days into her fourth month with the arrival of her cousin, Elizabeth. We are all glad that Elizabeth is finally here, and Lydia is pleased to have a buddy.

This month was also Lydia’s first real sickness with an impromptu trip to the doctor, medication, and everything. She recovered very quickly, thankfully. She certainly did better than me — I had about a month-long sinus infection during this time that I could not shake. I’m sure we were an absolute blast for The Husband.

Lydia discovered her hands could grab things — on command! — and she has made great use of this new superpower. Fingers, bibs, itty bitty toys, Mommy’s necklace . . . anything that swings by she’ll take a swipe at it. She keeps her claws at the ever ready.

Sometimes, The Claws get confused and just grab each other, producing an entanglement of fingers. It’s like a puzzlebox.

To top off a month of many changes, Lydia figured out the fine art of rolling over the other weekend. Ever the ham, she waited until she had an audience of seven with cameras already out before she did it. She likes attention and loves to watch people watching her, or even better, talking to her. If in the right mood, she will talk right back.

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This girl has been so much fun. Every day she is doing something new. She’s actually making it hard to keep up. I keep waiting for her to stand up, toss her pacifier to the side and announce, “Okay, I’m off to college. See ya!”

I’ll just run behind her, hollering, “Wait — one more picture!”

bubbettisms

As some of y’all know, way back in my high school days I was in the band. In fact, it was through band that Steven and I became friends. Our band director, Mr. Bubbett, was quite a character. Very animated and always ready with something to say, he pushed us hard to do our best every year. As high schoolers we were all snarky and rolled our eyes a lot; I’m sure we were a blast.

But even back then my wannabe-rebellious bitchy version of myself noticed how quotable he was, so I started jotting things down as they were said. By the time I was a Senior and slightly less bitchy, I had enough to make a little book of these famous quotes. Steven still has his. Even Bubbett got one.

When I was living by my lonesome in Fort Payne with only a sweater-eating Renton for company I made a horribly-designed website that I won’t even link to (it’s THAT BAD) where I posted the Bubbettisms, mainly because I didn’t have much else in material worth putting online. There they sat to ferment for a while and the Intertubes slowly did their thing.

A bit later — and I know I’ll get the insignificant details wrong — a co-worker of my Dad’s whose daughter was in the band at that time (and long-time readers . . . Hi Thomas! Hi Sally!) mentioned something to Dad about some kids in the band finding this treasure trove of Bubbett quotes on the internet. Dad owned up to the fact his own daughter wrote those, perhaps even with a bit of, dare I say it . . . pride? (band ten hut!)

A quick search before I wrote this post revealed to me some amusing information. Not only is Bubbett’s son 18 (oh my giddy aunt) he has the Bubbettisms posted on his MySpace page — ALL OF THEM — with the preface of “I am related to this guy.”

So a new generation of THS band members got to enjoy the compilation of Bubbettisms and know that others have toiled before them. Others shall toil after. And as long as you’re not making fruit salad, you shouldn’t have to worry about detention.

So, I give you . . . Bubbettisms. 1994-1998

”A champion is a loser who never quits.”

”Gosh-darn-it!”

”On the bus, we have apples and oranges. And lately, our apples and oranges have been trying to make fruit salad.”

”We’ll have a new instrument for you next week, guys, I promise.”

“If I look at you again, you’re outta here.”

”PRIDE!!!”

“Watch your intervals!”

“Be quiet, drummers!”

“Doggone it!”

“If you can’t keep with the beat, then don’t play!”

“You guys are acting like a bunch of three-year-olds!”

“Perfect practice makes perfect.”

“Quit talking, Dance Team.”

“Pit, start pouring the water.”

”It’s in my office.” (Everything in the free world is in his office, except what you’re looking for).

”Don’t worry, guys, we’ll have a chair placement.”

”The medals will be in next week. I’m sure of it this time.”

”Don’t eat or drink in the bandroom!”

”Listen to each other!”

“Ready, and, breathe.”

“Get your fanny in gear and let’s go!”

“One, two, ready, go.”

“Da, da, do, dee, rest, and do dee da da dum.”

“I’ll l get the music to you tomorrow. Okay?”

” It’s called your head. Use it!”

“Let’s go!”

“Blueberry, blueberry, pie, pie, pie.”

“Cut off with me! Stop! Stop playing!”

“No! It’s’DO-be-Do-be-Do-be-Do,’ not ‘do-BE-do-BE-do-BE-do’ !”

“Stay with the beat, people!”

“You’re gonna get something out of this. And you’re gonna listen, and you’re gonna watch.”

“Don’t play the music, be the music!”

“Lower your stand so you can see me!”

“Y’all come on, I’m ready to start. Hurry!”

“You’re dragging!”

“B flat. One, two, ready, play.”

“Miracles are the result of ordinary people doing extraordinary things.”

“It’s my fault that the judges gave us a two.”

“Drummers, set up the chairs and stands.”

“Make it flow, guys.”

“Just one more time.”

“Lot to do, little time.”

“Band, horns up!”

“One, two, scales play go!”

“Trombones, what are you doing?!”

“Chris VonHagel, are you eating?”

“Guys, stand up for the pledge.”

“When’d the vibes break?”

“Horn angles, people, horn angles!”

“Pride is a personal comittment. It is an attitude that separates excellence from mediocrity.”

“Miles, get your hand out of that!”

“My daughter has an ear infection.”

“I’m real exited about this concert!”

“If you guys sell 3,000 boxes of fruit, I’ll shave my head!”

“Hey, Joey, ya wanna play the harp part on the keyboard for this piece we’re playing in Symphonic Band?”

“You guys are out of tune!”

“All right. I’ll give y’all a big cue for that last note, and then maybe y’all can get it right.”

“The concert is just around the corner, and you keep on messing this up!”

“Y’all get your horns up!”

“Quit speeding up!”

” ‘Freeday’ is not in my vocabulary.”

“Ahhhhh! I’ve got a splinter in my finger! Get it out get it out get it out!”

“Who’s trying out for All-State?”

“We’re way behind on the fruit sale.”

“Who wrote on the floor with chalk?!”

“At the moment I give the downbeat to B flat and you are not in your seat, you’re gonna have a big chunk taken out of your grade.”

“Don’t be late.”

“I will not tolerate that kind of goofiness in my bandroom!”

“I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Why aren’t you playing?!”

“I don’t understand why you want to mess up a beautiful piece like this!”

“Tubas, don’t splat out like that!”

“Drummers, do you even have your music out?!”

“Why do you guys not even have the decency to cut off with me?!”

“Dad-gum-it!”

“We can do this!”

“Please quit fooling around with the lights!”

“I sware I changed that!”

“Does anybody have an extra stand? Anybody? Hel-l-l-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o?”

“Ewww, what kind of a note was that?!”

“Has anybody seen my tuner?”

“Go answer the phone.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll find it.”

“I’ll fix it.”

“I’ll get it.”

“I’ll make it.”

“I’ll buy it.”

“I can’t find it.”

“I can’t fix it.”

“I can’t get it.”

“I can’t make it.”

“I can’t buy it.”

“Pashaw, pashaw!”

“All right, guys, bring the ladder back now. Hey guys…………. This isn’t funny!!! Hey! Hel-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o?”

“If you guys don’t stop bringing drinks in the bandroom, I’m going to have a tile floor put in!”

“Who tied his bookbag to a chair?!”

“Yes, we’re playing today.”

“Y’all knock it off!”

“Hurry up boys and girls.”

“Can I trust y’all on that?” (No.)

“Y’all shut up!”

“Get your fruit sales in!”

“They were gonna put the tile floor in, but…….”

“I need some more coffee!!!!!!!!!!!”

“No, I didn’t pee in my pants, I just spilled some coffee.”

“I left it in the auditorium. Go get it.”

“Is my band practice so boring that you have to bring remote control cars to amuse yourself?!”

“Watch the drum major!”

“Read the chalkboard!”

“I need to see you, you, you, you, you, and you.”

“Get out of this classroom!”

“I’ll make a tape for you by tomorrow.”

“Put ’em up, guys.”

“Who said that?!”

“That thing is way out of tune!”

“You’re late.”
“Somebody in the saxophone section is really sharp.”

“Guess what guys? We’re going to play the scales backwards!!!”

“Somebody wake up the drummers.”

“Who broke that stand?!”

“You guys need to sign up for chair placements.”

“Play when I tell you to play. Nothing more.”

“Watch!”

“I wanna hear a good, full sound.”

“Play it nice and crisp.”

“Sit up straight.”

“Get a gorgeous sound.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’m doing that right now.”

“That sound was so thick I felt like I could walk right through it and take a bath in it.”

“Check your pitch.”

“Don’t look at him. You gotta watch me.”

“Don’t get mad at me just because I’m telling you what to do; I know more than you do.”

“The uniforms are in!!! Yes, yes, yes!!!!!!!!!”

“When you put on that uniform, you are a part of something. You represent something. And you should feel that.”

“The sum is greater than the equal of it’s parts.”

“I am on edge today, and I would rather stop this rehearsal than to have to yell at y’all.” ( he was already yelling.)

“Where is everybody?”

“We’ve got to sell those tickets, y’all.”

“You can disrespect me, but you better not disrespect Bach.”

“I see somebody playing with their legs crossed!”

“Sit on the edge of your chairs.”

“Wether or not I like it I’m conducting this class, and wether or not you like it you’re gonna play.”

“Again!”

“Okay guys, I think we got it now.”

“I know this repitition stuff gets a little tedious on ya, but it’s necessary.”

“I hear somebody playing, but not everybody.”

“I remember when. . .”

“Miles did the cutest thing. . .”

“We did not get where we are now by ‘playing it safe’.”

“Guys, be quiet!”

“How many times do I have to tell you. . .”

“You’re too loud!”

“You’re too soft!”

“More support!”

“I would rather play hard music and not get a best in class than to play easy music and get everything.”

“You guys have got to watch Natalie!!!”

“I want the sound to be so rich and warm that the audience wants to crawl up in your horn and take a nap in it.”

“I have no idea what we’re doing for halftime.”

“I am not a superstitious person, but I will say this: when we go to State Contest, we will wear white pants, we will not perform at UAB, we will pray, and I will use my lucky baton.”

“Be more than a high school band.”

“I preached and preached to you about A flat concert for weeks, and what’s the first note you play? A natural!!!”

(Mallory Quote)”Daddy, I hafta go potty.”

“We’re never gonna get anywhere unless we get our butts out of Alabaster, Alabama.”