.88 cents well spent!

We've still been "knee-deep" in Band Booster things, getting ready for school to start back next week, and our church is moving this week to a new building.

In anticipation of the church move, Gary was instructed to go purchase a set of electronic drums since the new "temporary" building is not as large as our current church building, and also the acoustics would not be able to handle his "real" drum set. After much shopping and comparing prices, getting checks cut, etc., he came home last night with these...


Except they didn't look like this--it was all in a million pieces in a huge box! His plans were to go to the church later today (after band camp) and take the new electronic drums and get them hooked up to the sound system and all that other electrical, wirey, messy stuff very intricate and complicated work that guys like to do.

After a late dinner with friends, we came back home and this 8 year old kid in a grown man's body could not wait a moment longer! It was like Christmas! He had to tear into those things and put them together just to "try them out". Around 11:30 p.m., I threw in the towel from the spectator's box and went to bed, reminding him that all good boys and girls would be trying to get some sleep and he dare not wake them!

At 12:30 a.m. I sat straight up in bed to what sounded like the entire team from Extreme Home Makeover hammering and pounding and hammering and pounding. And did I mention hammering? I thought to myself, "you've GOT to be kidding me?!"

I got up, looked down into the great room from the balcony and saw him with the headphones on just going to town on those drums! I marched back into the bedroom and scanned each square inch for my weapon of choice--reminding myself that whatever I chose would be falling from 15 feet, so I'd better choose wisely.

This was my first option...




...although I would have liked to have sent him on a trip at that very moment, I thought the falling suitcase might dismember this very annoying expensive drum set that belonged to the church.


still scanning the room...

...how about this?

...I wanted to get his attention, not kill him! Plus, he had on a very nice wrinkle free polo, which saw no use for the iron.


oh yes! This will work...


...not only will it get his attention, but if it happens to bust open, it could freshen my great room with the loveliest of scents---kills two birds with one stone! Hmmm, but on second thought, maybe this liquid and the "electronic" part won't mix.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Precious minutes are slipping by that I could be curled up in bed getting some much needed rest.

And then my eyes landed on this...


Yes, boys and girls, it's not just for fun balloon making anymore. Hurled from the corner of the balcony (see exhibit "A" below) at 12:40 in the morning, multiplying the speed times the velocity is quite effective in whacking the culprit in the back! Stunned he takes the headphones off, puts the drumsticks down and says "can you hear this?"


No, Captain Obvious! It's just my sweet way of calling you to bed.

20 sweet friends had to say...:

Anonymous said...

should have gone with the first choice....Nathaniel

Lynne said...

Cute post - I hope you were able to get back to sleep!

What kind of fish is that on the wall? Other than big! I like your house.

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Musicaljean said...

You are SOOOO funny!! I loved the "8-year-old boy in a man's body"!!

I remember when Anthony, at age 11, bought his first drum set. Dick said that the father of the boy who had previously owned the drums said to Dick, "So you want our noise in your house?" Thankfully, we lived in a big farmhouse back in those days, and he was pretty good too, so it wasn't too bad having them in the house!

justabeachkat said...

Okay, you've given me a good giggle this afternoon. I'm sure it wasn't funny (or fun) waking up to that, but the visual you've given us is priceless! You go girl!

Hugs!
Kat

Penless Thoughts said...

My question.....Did he go to bed?
Susan

Mindy said...

This is too funy!
I hope you both got some sleep last night.
Oh, can I say I am just a little jealous that you got to meet Corrie Ten Boom. Did you know as a child what a wonderful example she was? Just wondering =)
love-
Mindy

Sandi @ the WhistleStop Cafe said...

I feel your pain... did I mention that my son is a 'percussionist' @ JSU. He has banged mercilessly on anything and everything since I can remember.

Deedra said...

I know what you mean! My mom has this electric piano she used to play with the headphones on after we went to bed. Grrrr! That stupid "banging" was so stinkin annyoying! I'd rather just hear the music!Those drums look like a lot of fun! He might decide he likes them better than the other ones!

BooMama said...

Oh, that is too funny.

Are you sure your husband and my husband aren't related? What with the assembly of large objects at late hours and all?

Tonja said...

How funny! He was completely oblivious wasn't he?

Love the pics of your house, too.

chrome dome said...

I'm just glad you didn't throw the iron! That would have really hurt. Sorry I woke you, hon.

LivingTheLife said...

Loved this story...it reminds me of the years we spent raising our son...Boys...sometimes they seem so oblivious to noise...and it doesn't change as they become men...case in point...watching television with the volume up so loud...it drives THIS woman crazy...REALLY...I think the thing I say most often in the late evening is..."honey, could you please turn that down?" They just seem to only care about two volumes... that would be LOUD and EXTRA LOUD!

Enjoy that precious boy...he sounds like a sweetie...moms and their sons...what a special bond!

Blessings...
"T"

LivingTheLife
aka
http://www.tpmom4ever.blogspot.com

LivingTheLife said...

Oooopsss...big boo-boo...I really thought you were talking about your son playing the drums...I don't know where I got off track...but hey...just blame it on not knowing who "Gary" is...so sorry...I still think it's a great story...even funnier now...b/c I think of you almost throwing the iron...and I know that wouldn't happen if it were your son...I know I would have been the same way!! I'm sure you were wondering while reading my previous post..."hmmm...what kind of goober is this gal???"....

I guess the laughs on me...now!

Blessings...
T
LivingTheLife
aka
http://www.tpmom4ever.blogspot.com

Rhoda @ Southern Hospitality said...

Tracey, you are hilarious, girl! I'm laughing my head off on this one. Good for you.

I love that...can you hear this? That's a BIG DUHHHH!!

Rhoda

Lyndy said...

Tracey, What a way go be woken up. Too funny. I hope you were able to get back to sleep.

Hugs, Lyndy

MorningSong said...

I would have been awake after all that digging for the right torture device! :)

Musicaljean said...

Hey, where are you, girl? He didn't get you back, did he?

I know you've had a crazy week with band camp and noisy husband and everything. Will your responsibilities with the band get lighter when school starts next week?

Profbaugh said...

Oh my goodness!! ROTFLOL!!!! Thanks for the late night belly laugh!!

~Cheryl

ang baylis said...

This was hilarious!!!! Reminds me when I began coronet lessons and practiced out the window. My neighbors wanted to buy my coronet! haha

Thanks for sharing!
Love,
Angie xoxo

 
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