ocd

First of all, I have to say 3 things.

1. I LOVE Blogger's new look... FABULOUS! LOL.
2. I took it upon myself to give the old blog a fresh new look. I like it... I know you do too.
3. Tell y'all's mamas I said "Happy Mother's Day!"

Okay. Anyway, the title for tonight's entry is OCD. There are 3 people in my family that are ridiculously OCD that I have to discuss tonight.

First of all, it's me. I have gotten so OCD with "Tree #3" (see previous entry) that I have gotten slack in updating my blog. PLEASE do not let this fool you. I am still utterly and completely tragic and have not done anything exciting with myself yet this summer (unless you count the "planting and maintaining of tree #3). In all seriousness, Tree #3 is not a big deal at all. I just like the little bit of mystery and anonymity that plays into it's maintenance. But seriously... if people would take the time to pry around my AIM profile they would understand what Tree #3 is... And hopefully they would figure out that there is no such thing as Buckhead State University (hint, hint).

Secondly, it's my mom. She is ridiculous. Well, you know how the new style is to wear silk flowers with outfits? Don't worry guys, it's a girl thing, you didn't miss the memo. Anyway, my mom has gotten really resourceful and has decided to make her own little silk flowers... TO WEAR WITH EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT. I SWEAR on every outfit in her closet, that she has a flower to go with it. Today, we went to A.C. Moore and Garden Ridge to attend to this new fetish of hers. Also this weekend, she had me put black dots all over this white flower in attempts to make a polka dotted rose. I have never seen one of those, nor have I ever been asked to do something so ridiculous, but the flower turned out kinda neat looking. She crazy.

Thirdly, and most severe, is my brother, Donovan. I wanted to run him over with Kyle today. OMG. Well, he is in the same high school band that I was in for 4 years. When I was there, we were pretty bad. One year, we got a "Performance" award at Upper State, which is worse than a "Quality" and is basically like, "Thanks for coming, but we'd appreciate it more if you DIDN'T come." Yeah, so we sucked. But, whatever that band is now has to do with me and the effort that I put into it for 4 years. All Donovan likes to do is talk trash about how great they are and how much better they are without me and the people who were in it when I was there. He says that we were so terrible and they are pretty much the cat's meow now. Yeah, they are better, but they are FAR from being state material. So, he came at me today saying, "Did you guys ever get invited to play at graduation?" And I said, "No, I was in Concert Choir and we sang at every graduation." Then he said, "Well, I don't care about Concert Choir. Concert Choir is gay. I'm talking about band." At this, I let him have it. I told him I was sick of all his "EHS band is so awesome" bull shit and that the band at EHS had nothing on Tiger Band and that no school that he could possibly go to for college could ever have anything on Tiger Band either. We sound good, we have fun, we get work done, we get treated like gods by the athletic department, we have great fans, we travel, and we entertain our audiences. Donovan will more than likely go to some school in state. The only school with a band that could even compete in the state with us is USC. But, I don't know if Donovan is gonna make it into that school. He is making less than acceptable grades, and I see him going to some easy-to-get-into private school before he ever made it into one of the good schools in the state. So, I told him to enjoy his time in band at EHS, 'cause it's probably gonna be the best band experience he ever has. You can call it harsh if you want, but he's 15 and he needs to learn how to take the heat if he's gonna play in the kitchen.

There, i'm done... Now to go feed my addiction to Tree #3.