The Kansas City Batas

Archive for December, 2008

While sitting here at school, waiting with bated breath for the day to end and Winter Break to begin for me, I find myself catching up on some blogs and finding some new ones.  I found a new one that posted a swell Christmas story.

I guess there were some good/funny things that came out of 80′s pop culture.

What a day.

The district had set a performance for the band without really consulting us.  It is ok since it was to help us raise funds for our trip to play at Carnegie Hall.  The not so ok part is that the district people can’t seem to do anything without having to make constant changes.  First, it was supposed to be on a Friday, then a Tuesday.  Then the TV station wants to do a live news feed two hours earlier than was scheduled.  Then the station calls the district at 9:30am to cancel the news feed.

We don’t get notified.  I had to call them.

Yet with all of that, the students accorded themselves well, played well, gave good television interviews, and hopefully got enough good press to maybe get us some more donations.

And it’s over.

Now I am watching a new show, Leverage, with Timothy Hutton that is pretty damn good.  I am also watching all of the districts around mine cancel school for tomorrow.  I hope we don’t.  I need the rehearsals.

Role Models was a laugh riot, but not of epic proportions.  I saw this movie after spending the entire day with high school students.  This may have colored my viewpoint, but not by much.

Do not view this movie if you don’t like crude, vulgar humor.

If you are like me and have no sense of taste or sensibility, you will probably laugh during 80% of the movie.

Two not very responsible adult males are required by a court to spend 150 hours of community service with a “big brothers” type organization.  The movie follows the typical plot with the kids teaching the adults life lessons.  It isn’t the plot that makes the movie, though.  It is the jokes. And more jokes.  And even more jokes.  They got a great kid who can make a sailor blush with his language.

Go and enjoy.

Scone mix can be used to make hot chocolate.  Right?

I guess not.

Literacy can keep you from looking stupid by allowing you to read labels and instructions to assemble things correctly in front of others.

Parker enjoys looking foolish.  He has a tendancy to think he already knows what to do.  This means he eschews reading directions in favor of just diving in to the project thus consequently looking very, very foolish.

Since it was powder in a mason jar, he assumed it was hot chocolate.  One glance at the label on the side stating it was a scone mix and the subsequently reading the instructions to make said scones would have made him look really with it.

It would have also not left a very pasty odd taste in his mouth.

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:
When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

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Thank you, Mom.