Happy Day in DC

It took some effort & coaxing on my part, but look what I managed:

It's Sir Winston Churchill bunny-earing Man! I'm trying to decide if this is stereotypical British dry humor or very stereotypical HausFrau Humor . . . perhaps a bit of both?

It took some effort & coaxing on my part, but look what else I managed on the same day:

Oh yeah! It's an awesome sangria-margarita! All I had to do was order twice, argue with the waitress & flash my Over-21 Texas driver's license. Well worth my effort, my friends. Watch out DC, I have a valid ID card & I'm not afraid to use it.

If you are ever in the National Capital area & would like to recreate the events documented above, I highly recommend taking a personal day off from toilet scrubbing & laundry your high-paying government job. Leave the kids at school (free babysitting at its best) & stroll up Embassy Row, passing British Embassy compound. Stop by the National Cathedral on your way to Cactus Cantina for a leisurely lunch - no dishes to do, my fellow HausFrauen, and the Tex-Mex is some of the best. Even by my standards.

Once a Band Geek, Always . . .

What does every band geek want to know?

What is the football team doing on our marching field?

What does every band geek already know?

That it's awfully nice of the football team to schedule their game around the Band's halftime show!

I have really been embracing my inner band geek ever since Laze-E started Band Camp back in August. I have been loving every minute of it - especially since I'm not the one having to do all the hard work to put on a crowd-pleasing, awesome show. As a BandMom, I just get to sit back and enjoy what the band does best - make it worth my while to show up for a football game!

Although I love all band geeks, there is one who is my all time fave. She plays tenor sax, which happens to be my fave instrument. Yeah, yeah, I was also in The Band & played tenor sax, but I swear that had nothing to do with Laze-E's choices.

I love my band geeks, even when they won't cooperate for photo ops.

And, I love them even more when they cooperate with a little bit of attitude.

I love The Band because they are not afraid to go head-to-head with the football jocks. Football might have some heavy-hitting defense players, but The Band has 7 tubas. And, if we failed to learn anything else from American Pie, we learned to never underestimate the flute players.

This is the opening act of every home game. The Band forms two lines on the football marching field & the football team runs through while The Band plays the fight song. Granted, this ain't the way things are done in Texas, but I find it amusing.

This next picture was taken last Saturday at the Marching Band Festival. It warms my heart because it has three of my all-time favorite things:

A very sharp looking Marching Band.

Gorgeous tress with beautiful fall leaves.

A football marching field reserved only for The Band.

Busted

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

I always thought later meant after HausFrau becomes a top-rated sitcom & I get to make the Oprah-Letterman couch rounds as being the real Savvy.

But, I didn't make it to later because sooner happened this past Friday. I actually met someone (for the very first time, mind you) in real life who very quickly put 2 & 2 together and totally guessed that that my Internet alter-ego is Savvy.

Even as I sit here writing this, I am amazed. I was picked out of a crowd of thousands & thousands of HausFrauen out here in the DC 'Burbs & drug out of my secret Internet hidey-hole.

Here's how the event went down:

I show up at the elementary school Friday morning to chaperone the 1st graders on a walking field trip. I'm looking all cute in my Happy Halloween shirt & brand-spanking new hair color (red is such a hot color for a HausFrau). While we waited for the kinder to get ready for the field trip (just another reason to thank God for those teachers who love their elementary jobs!) I begin to mingle with some of the other parents & surprisingly, a mom introduced herself to me.

Y'all know that I immediately assumed she must be military because the NoVA natives don't tend to gravitate toward me & ask things like . . . my name. Or whose mom I am.

Over the next 45 minutes of our walking field trip, I chit-chatted with Matt'sMom as the logistics of herding 21 first graders 1.5 miles would allow. As could be predicted, it eventually came up in conversation that we Rockin'Bauers only moved to the DC area from Belgium as recently as February.

Matt'sMom, wow. . . let me tell you, nothing gets past this woman. She could probably bust up a few terrorists cells without breaking a sweat. And, frost cupcakes for a class party. All in a day's work, right?

Anyway, no sooner than the word "Belgium" came out of my mouth, she wanted to know if I knew her friend, Red (Hi Sandra! Know & love you!) & ooooohhhhhhh,

then she wanted to know if I was the one with the blog.

Uh . . .

The one with the blog?

Uh . . . oh!

Seriously, she figured that out from my casually mentioning that I lived in Belgium? I suppose it could have been worse. She could have blurted out: OMG, you're Tampon Woman! Hey, everyone, it's Tampon Woman & who decided to let her be the Room Mama?! Does the principal know?

I do believe that I now have two options:

1. I have to homefool school MiniMe, give up my job as 1st Grade Room Mama & lay low (very, very low) until we PCS again.

Or,

2. Matt'sMom is my new DC BFF because there is a real possibility that she knows way too much. (Hi, Rachel - Sandra vouched for you on Facebook. Maybe she'll vouch for me too? If not, are you interested in the Room Mama job?)