Why Women Shouldn't Play RockBand

I have a pair of black Justin cowboy boots. I have had them for at least 15 years. I might have been wearing them when I met hubby.

Before that, they were my mom's. She probably had them about 5 years.

No, the blog title isn't wrong. Bear with me.

The point is, I have had these things for ages. And have worn them for ages. And loved them. Until today.

I came home with a raw spot on the inside of my calf from where the boot pull up strap rubbed my leg (no, I didn't wear tights, and I wore a skirt).

It is so sore. So I get home and hubby meets me at the car (he's so sweet). He asks how my day was. I go in to this rant about how bad my leg hurts. And it is all because of Rock Band. These boots have fit me for fifteen years and now that I am the drummer, my calf has grown two sizes too big for my leg. And my boots.

This is awful! What a fashion nightmare!

Anyway, he sarcastically comments as I am taking off my boots, "Well, why don't you use a marker and mark the spot on your leg every couple days until you wear them again. Then you'll know just right where to put the bandaid."

My witty reply? "Well, maybe I will just get a tattoo on my leg that says Place Bandaid Here." Wouldn't that be cute??? ha Very RockBandish I think.

I'm In the Band

Yes, yes yes. All right.

I had to drag myself away from my band :) (We just got Rockband for ps2)

I'm partial to the guitar but will play any of the instruments. We can't get the mic working yet, so I still have a voice :)

When I told my students I didn't eat dinner last night they asked why. I told them I was too busy playing Rock Band. They died laughing! Then they started drawing pictures of me playing the drums and such. So cute!!

The principal, who knew we were getting it yesterday, asked me this afternoon if I took a nap during my plan time. I said, "No, but I should have." :)

One more reason NOT to go to karate tonight. But I will drag myself away and make myself go since I didn't go last week.

Been in the Band?

Driving home today I started to smile. The Outfield came on the radio. They were singing "I don't want to loose your love tonight."

Now, regardless that this is a great song and I haven't heard it in ages, it got me remembering a part of my life that was kind of forgotten. Not really lost but it just never comes up.

Yes, when I was in college, I was in a band. (Probably everyone else was too huh?) And no, we never played out anywhere. That just never seemed to be the point.

I don't remember the name of the band. I only remember the members' first names - Paul, Henry, Mario, Brian, a drummer who I can't even picture, and me (the keyboard and backup vocals girl).

We practiced once or twice a week in the basement of one of the campus buildings. We were loud. We had fun. We played the same songs over and over until we got them right. And it kept me out of trouble :) Well, at least some.

But that Outfield song was one I remember we played a lot. A very lot. And I never got tired of it. The male singer (Brian) we had was amazing and could hit all the high notes.

Nowadays, I sing to the radio and in the shower. If I get near a karaoke, my hubby wants to crawl under the table. It's not that I sing bad - he just hates attention of any kind. I also sing in my classroom to the kids sometimes. (silly stuff) And then I sing when I am with my sister. Or my dad. Or my mom. (We all sing) And then of course there is Guitar Hero.

I bought hubby a shirt a while back that says "I'm in the band." (of course, I am the groupie this time!!)

Fun stuff.