I changed the picture on the mainpage of the site. I know you all wish you could stare at Lindsay and I all day but alas, the novelty is gone. I also reworked the background colors on some of the pages and updated the Books/Movie list. It had been awhile. I’m so disgusted with the fact that I’ve only read about 4 books all year. Surely there are more and I just forgot…RIGHT??? Time for a trip to the library.
Lindsay and Adam and I have secured an apartment on a beautiful tree-lined street in Astoria, Queens. I gave away my first-born child to put down the security deposit, first month’s rent and broker fee. HOWEVER, I won’t miss the little bugger too much and it’s amazingly worth it. It is five blocks from the subway and one block away from a supermarket called Top Tomato. Who needs more? Oh yeah, our landlord is from Hong Kong and his name is Lem. Landlord Lem. This is not a fabrication. We’re going to make him cookies.
I thought I would utterly despise Astoria. Not so–Greek food everywhere! I’ve decided I should learn to speak the native language. So far, all I’ve learned is “feta”. It’s a work in progress. Mmmmm souvlaki…
Our moving date is May 1st. I was totally relaxed about that until I realized that’s this upcoming Sunday. UM. QUICK–Who has a large van? I need to move a boxspring and oh…the rest of my ENTIRE LIFE.
I’m thrilled though. Truly thrilled. The apartment is retro–we have a Brady Bunch olive green oven and Adam has his own bathroom which will prove to be a great help in the morning because he takes about…20 minutes to just blow dry and gel his hair. My room is the smallest but that also means I pay the least amount of rent. I think I’m just going to have to do the old college dorm trick and stack my whole life on top of itself and under my bed. Yay freshman year! We’re going to have a housewarming party and as long as you bring some cookies for 75 year old Landlord Lem you’re invited. Rock on.
Moving details to follow…
Words about my piano/voice students:
One of my 11-year old voice students refuses to sing anything but Jessica Simpson. She gave me a detailed list of appropriate songs. I chose the slow pop ballad “Be”. I took it home and realized it contains the lyrics “I can really see us having babies, walking through the park and being lazy.” I then questioned humanity.
The mother of my five and a half year old piano student is disagreeing with me over my choice for her daughter’s recital piece. I want Naomi to play “Baby Beluga”. It has taken us over 6 weeks to get through it and I think by June, she will have it down. Her mother, however, wants Naomi to play Chopin. I try to explain that she’s five and a half and that Chopin is a bit out of reach. She steadfastly refuses and swears to me that she will force Naomi to practice five times a day so that she can play Chopin in the recital. Um. No offense, but I’m holding tight to my Raffi preference.
That is all for now. I’m an old lady and I go to bed before 10 pm.
Peace love and Baby Beluga.