Picture Sunday

Hello, hello all my friends. Yes, it's Sunday yet again, they roll around way too quickly, and that means it's time for another mind-numbing edition of Picture Sunday.

However - the question begs - how do you have Picture Sunday if you have no pictures?

First of all, the cabinets are done. Well, almost. They're hung, but most have to be resanded, and some handles re-lined, and there's been no cleaning up on my part since the night I punched my garbage bag into submission. So there's no way I'm going to print pictures under those circumstances. They will come, though. I keep telling myself that, anyway.

And the thing of it is, I even had my camera with me this weekend. But only one picture was snapped, and that wasn't even by me.

So in the tradition of Nightly News, and with a tip to the Michael Jackson trial, tonight you're going to get artist's renderings of Picture Sunday. Maybe on down the road some we can take a cue from Court TV and take pictures of some actor re-enacting my weekend.

Anyway, the Community Band's annual Spring Concert was Saturday. I was more than a little worried. Several very difficult songs, and a huge potential for disaster. However, we stepped up to the occasion and the concert went extremely well. Some of the songs had me very surprised. Everyone was on their best playing behavior, and we not only sounded good, but had a good time as well. (Sometimes the two don't mix.)

Mr M had a solo piece Saturday night. It's a number he's done with the Sauerkrauters, and Ed decided he should do it with the Community Band. It's a funny little German song called "Immer Kleiner." Immer kleiner means "always smaller." So as you might guess, as the song goes on, he takes a piece off his horn till he ends up playing only the mouthpiece. It went better than he's ever played it. But the real treat for me was the introduction.

See, when we're in SK Band, there's all kinds of opportunities for schtick. Not so a fancy concert. Mr M & Ed were both at odds as how to handle it all. So at the last minute, as he was being introduced, Mr M decided to just do what he does best - be himself. So he came out and was a total asshole, kept saying he was late and had to get somewhere after all this and would Ed please stop jawing and let's get things on the road. It was hilarious. The crowd as well as the band were in stitches, and I think he may have missed his calling as a comedian.

I was truly proud of Mr M.

Anyway, had you been there to see us Saturday night, we might have looked exactly like this.



Or not.

Then today, I can say to you all that I did something I've never done in my entire life.

My friend ESP asked me if I wanted to go to an archery shoot with her and her son. I really hedged at going because I was sure I'd make a colossal fool of myself, but in the end I wanted to get out and we hadn't seen each other since last week, so I said "why not."

She fixed us lunch (baked apples with brown sugar Sweet n Low - how good does it get?), then we headed out to Virginia Tech for the thing. It was just some people who like to shoot bows and arrows, shooting at styrofoam boards. Everyone was very nice, and a lady gave me a bow and some arrows and finger protection things and told me what to do.



Wow. I seem to be aiming quite low. Which, of course, can only lead to disaster.



OK, OK. I didn't hit a single person while I was there. In fact, I kinda felt like I was starting to get the hang of it by the time it was all over. I never hit the rubber toy hippo or the styrofoam piece they put on top of the board (I liked the hippo, I really wanted to hit him), but I also hit the boards several times, and all of my arrows went outwards instead of just flopping at my feet, which is what I was totally expecting.

Hurrah for doing something new.

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for - a real picture, the recipe du jour. Hold on to your hats, it's apple dumplings!



This looks like a perfectly fine apple dumpling. In fact, it looks exactly like the kind you buy frozen in the Sara Lee department. But who cares about the dumpling. Look above it. Look at that sausage! That is so totally pornographic I'm almost embarrassed to publish it in my blog.

Almost.

Bon appetit, so to speak.

Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Hey, looky below what I did. I changed my blogger user name. I got so sick of commenting in yall's blogs as EK and figuring you wouldn't know who I was, so adding "Bet" afterwards. So I just went ahead and changed myself to Bet. However, I shall remain "anonymous" if I'm commenting from TheCompanyIWorkFor.
* Speaking of which, that weasel Ken Jennings. Wins $2.5 million on "Jeopardy" and is now pulling down some more endorsing every product known to man. The most recent being an insurance company. TheCompanyIDon'tWorkFor.
* OK. So I took some liberties with the self-portrait. I haven't lost that much weight.