Tuesday, February 10, 2009

More of those wretched women

Here are just a few more pictures that I took this past Saturday -- well, actually I took over 200 pictures -- these are just some of the better shots. I finally got a DSLR camera so I've also had fun playing with that.

Wretched women

So, in case you've been wondering what I've been doing with all my free time on Saturdays . . . it is hanging out with these wretched women. These are some of the members of the Lawrence Central Winter Guard Open Class. These girls are amazing when it comes to dancing, or spinning and tossing a flag, saber or rifle.

The show this season is still untitled. However, the music they perform to is Ani DiFranco's version of Amazing Grace. My middle DD is in the second photo and the last photo.

This is such an intense show that it gives me goose bumps just watching it. I'm going to go see if I can get a link to the music up somehow.

Here is a link to her song on youtube. Of course the version that the guard uses has been mixed with some ringing church bells in the beginning.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Chaperoning again . . . .

Well, Lawrence Central Winter Guard had another great weekend with their second win for the Open Class guard yesterday. However, since I got to chaperone for both the A guard and the Open guard, it sure made for a long day. Spending the day with 28 high school girls and a handful of boyfriends that come along to be the "tarp crew," riding on a school bus, having to answer to the band director when something goes wrong, and walking from one end of a high school to another (multiple times throughout the day) sure makes for a weary mom when it is all over. I have been doing this chaperone thing for the marching band/guard and also the winter guard for the past 6 years now, since two of my daughters have been members of the guard. And it looks like I may have another 5 years to go since I still have another daughter that will most likely join the guard in the fall of 2010, right after the middle daughter graduates. I hope these weary bones can make it that long . . . .