Losing someone

Speaking of the quartet—David is leaving us. It’s for a good cause: he’s going into the Air Force. But I am really going to miss him! And the quartet isn’t going to be the same, of course, (duh, Joy!) and I will miss relying on his strong bass voice to help me get my parts sometimes =)

Yikes! This makes it sound like he’s dying! He’s not, at least he better not! David, don’t you even consider such a thing! But I will miss singing with you!

Nailing it Down

OK, so the Easter cantata is over and we are all breathing a sigh of relief, but something is missing from our lives . . . oh, yes! Practicing music or drama at every free moment!

I must say that one of the highlights from this year’s round of practice times was practicing “The Empty Tomb” with the other members of the quartet (no, practicing it by myself would not have been a highlight). First of all, the song begins with this echo routine of the word “empty,” so Es and I began calling it the “my head is empty, empty, empty” song. Just more of our typical goofiness. We can’t seem to help it—many things (especially the little things in life) strike us as funny. We drove our pianist nearly crazy with our fits of laughter during practice (though methinks he protests too much). Second, one of the phrases in the song goes like this: “my Lord was crucified, my God was slain; they laid Him in the grave, and all seemed vain”; however as we practiced, I kept thinking that one of the members of our group was singing “they nailed Him in the grave”! I couldn’t tell for sure until one time we were singing by the piano and I heard it loud and clear. I stopped the practice and managed, between laughs, to gasp out “who keeps singing ‘nailed’?” When Jason confessed to it, we laughed even more. So he corrected it, and then Es found herself saying it without thinking!—more laughter. Finally, I think Harrison (our pianist) had had enough of our laughter and decided he needed to get the last laugh. So on our next song, as we were singing our a capella part, he slipped from the piano bench and hid in pastor’s office. We finished our part, expecting the piano to come in and carry us off into the next stanza, only to be greeted by silence. Stunned, we all, as a unit, turned to the piano to find it empty, empty, empty. Harrison was rewarded for his joke by a shocked look on Esther’s face when she came around of the office and a bop on the head and, yes, more laughter. That ended the practice. How do you keep practicing after that? =)

The consolation and justification for all the fun we have during practice is that when we sang the songs in the cantata we nailed them—just not literally =)

Guest Writer: ME!

Wow Joy... You have so little posts. So I'll add one more ^_^ aren't I such a good goober. Now you will hear about the other goober... the one who sneaks into her own home on weekends ^_^
Only Tom and I knew that Joy was coming home Friday night. So of course we had to get dad and mom to stay up long enough to welcome home their sneaky daughter. Dad picked me up from youth group and said, "Tommy said someone was coming to visit tonite, do you know who it it?"
Me: "Yeah, it's the Homs isn't it?"
Dad: "Why would they come visit so late?"
Me: "uuh... maybe they were busy and couldn't come earlier... OR maybe they knew I had a game today and that I wouldn't get home until really late and wanted to see ME!!"

*laughs* at least we got him to stay up... but then, around 11:30 pm, Joy called. She was lost and needed directions. A dead giveaway. ^_^

The blog that I would, that I do not

I’m sorry for not having written in so long. I’ve thought of lots of things to write, but never when I can write them. So I compose them in my head and then my short-term memory vacuum consumes them and I am left with nothing to write as I stare at the blank computer screen.

Then again, I’ve hardly been on the computer in the past three weeks. So, my apologies to those who have come to my site expecting something—anything—and found . . . nothing.