Blogging

I think I like to change around my blog background more than I like to actually blog. But today, I've learned that when it comes to blogging know how, I don't know how. I have several blogs I follow (see sidebar for Pidgapeg and Sunny Side Up). My sis-in-law at Sunny Side Up and my best friend at Pidgapeg have the most beautiful blogs.

I tried getting a header, animation and some buttons, and failed terribly at all attempts. My kids are actually begging me to get off the computer so they can do their homework! I think it's time I just live with what I CAN do, and admire the blogs I stalk without being jealous.

I guess I'll try to think about the things I like about my blog. I like the title and description of my blog. I do believe the title and the reasons behind why I chose it are what make my blog, MINE.

The title: It's Okay, I'm With The Band. I chose this title and it's description because my husband is a musician. We always have music, drums, instruments and movies going in our home. It's what makes us, US. I feel like a description of our family is that we are a band. We have many different personalities, and tunes, and drummers that we march to, but in the end, we try our best to be in harmony and make beautiful music.

I am a band groupie: I love to see and hear my husband play. He's a rockstar in every way. Other than the silly white pajama uniform he usually has to wear. :)

I am a band wife: I follow the main man around the world so he can play his drums. I meet other women who have husbands out on a "gig" and they know what I'm talking about. I've never been to a dance since we joined the Navy, mainly because I don't enjoy dancing alone, and my little drummer boy is always in the band, playing his heart out, so other couples can dance.

I am the road crew: I have learned that an entire drum set can fit in a 1989 Plymouth Reliant, with me jammed in the back seat next to a bass drum. I have learned that when my husband has a "gig", he gets to take the new truck and I get to load up the other "gear", i.e., the kids, into the little two-door Honda. I have learned that everytime we move, the drums/equipment get their own moving category.

I am the band manager: I run the house. I run the money, he makes it and I fry it up in a pan. I run the calendar, and I even serve as the band director's, i.e. Husband's,secretary every now and then.

Sometimes when I attend a "gig", i.e., concert, I try to go up and tell David how wonderful he played and how much I enjoyed listening. I don't usually try to get special treatment, I wait my turn after all the fans ask for pictures or autographs, (that really happens by the way), and I sometimes get a smile or wink from afar, or he'll twirl his sticks in a performance, and I know it's for me.

But every now and then, I like to push my way to backstage, or to the special seats. I like to share the spotlight with the rockstar and the little groupies we've made together. If anyone tries to stop me or wonders how I got so lucky to get that special drumstick twirl from the rockstar, I just let them know, It's okay, I'M WITH THE BAND.