Last April, tickets for the Killers went on sale. Knowing that the band was Ross' exclusive "president" for about a 6 month period I asked him if he wanted to go and it could be part of his birthday present.
At first he said, "Who would I go with?"
I told him that if I could have a seat and not get general admission tickets that I'd go with him.
At the end of the purchase, the $24 dollar tickets ended up costing me $100 (Happy Birthday!) and we had a date on the calendar - for the last Saturday in September.
That was last night. Can't say that I was really looking forward to it, but I went.
We went late, hoping to miss the opening acts. We missed one and were "lucky" enough to see a punk rock band perform as their alter ego mariachi band.
Sucked!
The Killers however, excellent. They were excited and enthusiastic and you could really tell that they not only love their job, but love their music.
I had a good time. Well, once they started singing songs that have been on the radio and I knew what they were, then I had a good time.
As luck would have it, we ended up sitting right by my good friends Codi and Blake. I'm sure it was a one in one thousand chance that you end up sitting by someone who you didn't even know what going to the show except for like, an hour before.
Anyway - it was fun. I'd see them again. The show reminded Ross and me of the first (and only) time we saw ColdPlay. Almost 7 years ago at Salt Air. It was before they were famous and full of themselves, and before they made crap music. It was at the time, one of the best concerts either of us had ever been too.
Last night probably topped that - and I know it did for Ross.
And - no concert experience would be complete without crazy creepy dancers...all standing right next to us. And, the kids who managed to film it all on their cell phones and send it to their friends.
We had some girl who danced so provocatively that it was like she was doing a strip tease with her clothes on. Or, the creepy old guy wearing a Hawaiian shirt and tight Khaki shorts (with a braided leather belt) who not only danced the night away, but had his own hand actions for most of the songs. Gotta love the people who love the music more than the band.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I love...
...Honey Crisp Apples
...Fall air
...helpful husbands
...anti-depressants that are fixing my anxiety issues
....this boy
...and these boys
...saying what I think ALL THE TIME, even if some people don't get it
...going for walks
...pandora radio on my iphone
...positive reinforcement in many forms
...little boys who tell me that I cooked the best dinner ever!
...Fall air
...helpful husbands
...anti-depressants that are fixing my anxiety issues
....this boy
...and these boys
...saying what I think ALL THE TIME, even if some people don't get it
...going for walks
...pandora radio on my iphone
...positive reinforcement in many forms
...little boys who tell me that I cooked the best dinner ever!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
a couple of milestones
a bit more bragging from this pleased as punch mama.
the Squirt is 4.5 months old today. I told his dad last night, before falling asleep, that I cannot even remember being pregnant - that it feels like a lifetime ago. This little guy of mine is sure growing up fast.
Last week, after his 4 month check-up we started rice cereal....with a pinch of sugar of course.
He loves it. Absolutely loves it. He reminds me of a baby bird. When he sees the spoon coming he opens wide and starts to giggle.
Being such a big kid, like his brother, Ross and I were pretty certain that some of those important gross motor skills like rolling over, sitting up, etc. would be a bit delayed. They were with the Monkey, so why not with the Squirt.
Well, with a lot of motivational talks between the two of us and a few attempts to teach him how, my chubby wubby rolled over this morning. Unproded. No help at all. All by his little old self. In fact, he did it about six times and on the seventh? Well, he seemed to have forgotten how to roll over and just yelled at me instead.
It was so cute.
I am so proud.
And, because all mama's need to give equal love and face time to their munchkins, here's the other one.
We went to the zoo last week with my dad, and the video speaks for itself. That kid of mine loves the "rhinerocerous" and I love to hear him say it. Over and over and over again.
the Squirt is 4.5 months old today. I told his dad last night, before falling asleep, that I cannot even remember being pregnant - that it feels like a lifetime ago. This little guy of mine is sure growing up fast.
Last week, after his 4 month check-up we started rice cereal....with a pinch of sugar of course.
He loves it. Absolutely loves it. He reminds me of a baby bird. When he sees the spoon coming he opens wide and starts to giggle.
Being such a big kid, like his brother, Ross and I were pretty certain that some of those important gross motor skills like rolling over, sitting up, etc. would be a bit delayed. They were with the Monkey, so why not with the Squirt.
Well, with a lot of motivational talks between the two of us and a few attempts to teach him how, my chubby wubby rolled over this morning. Unproded. No help at all. All by his little old self. In fact, he did it about six times and on the seventh? Well, he seemed to have forgotten how to roll over and just yelled at me instead.
It was so cute.
I am so proud.
And, because all mama's need to give equal love and face time to their munchkins, here's the other one.
We went to the zoo last week with my dad, and the video speaks for itself. That kid of mine loves the "rhinerocerous" and I love to hear him say it. Over and over and over again.
Friday, September 18, 2009
My Boys Friday: The importance of size
Yesterday we took the Squirt to his 4 month appointment. He weighs 20 pounds (well, 19.11 so we'll round up) and is 26.5 inches long. That puts him in the 90% percentile, overall.
He is currently wearing 12 month clothes and doesn't have a whole lot of room to maneuver. He doesn't have ankles and is so solid, that when you squeeze his leg, there is hardly any give.
He is also starving - we got the okay from the pediatrician to start him on rice cereal STAT and in the next few weeks move him to cereal and fruits, and then vegetables, and then the food flood gates will surely open wide.
Here's the funny thing - this little baby - my little squirt - is smaller than his brother was at 4 months old. When I hold my little ball of goo, the heft of him really takes it's toll on my shoulders and arms. But, he still is a smaller than the monkey was.
By 2 pounds, and almost an inch.
I've been thinking about the size of my boys a lot lately. They both happen to be bigger than anyone their age. A lot bigger. Ridiculously bigger. I've also spent some time thinking about the future of this size of thiers. A few weeks ago, after Sunday dinner at my parents, we plugged our measurements into an online calculator to see just how big my Monkey might end up when he's full height. The numbers were calculated and the prediction was about 6'6". With that thought, that my boy could be a bit of a giant, I was a bit giddy, smiling from ear to ear.
It gets me excited for the Squirt, too. That he is on the same trajectory as his older brother - that my boys will be giant boys.
And what if they are athletic?
And what if they are really good athletes?
And what if they play college ball?
And what if they win me a NCAA tournament championship?
And what if they follow their mothers advice and marry tall girls?
Then just think about my grandchildren.
If only I could be so lucky. A mother can dream, right?
And then I got to thinking....
About how much I love being tall, and big. And about how excited I am that my boys are big. How cute my chubby baby is, and how great my lean, mean giant two year old is.
I know that there are lots of things in life more important than size. Like intelligence, and kindness, and courage, and virtue....
But I have to be honest with you, tall is pretty important to me, too.
And, the fact that my boys are probably going to be taller than your kids, well?
I think that's wicked awesome.
And, because I'm their mom, I'm sure they'll be smarter, too.
He is currently wearing 12 month clothes and doesn't have a whole lot of room to maneuver. He doesn't have ankles and is so solid, that when you squeeze his leg, there is hardly any give.
He is also starving - we got the okay from the pediatrician to start him on rice cereal STAT and in the next few weeks move him to cereal and fruits, and then vegetables, and then the food flood gates will surely open wide.
Here's the funny thing - this little baby - my little squirt - is smaller than his brother was at 4 months old. When I hold my little ball of goo, the heft of him really takes it's toll on my shoulders and arms. But, he still is a smaller than the monkey was.
By 2 pounds, and almost an inch.
I've been thinking about the size of my boys a lot lately. They both happen to be bigger than anyone their age. A lot bigger. Ridiculously bigger. I've also spent some time thinking about the future of this size of thiers. A few weeks ago, after Sunday dinner at my parents, we plugged our measurements into an online calculator to see just how big my Monkey might end up when he's full height. The numbers were calculated and the prediction was about 6'6". With that thought, that my boy could be a bit of a giant, I was a bit giddy, smiling from ear to ear.
It gets me excited for the Squirt, too. That he is on the same trajectory as his older brother - that my boys will be giant boys.
And what if they are athletic?
And what if they are really good athletes?
And what if they play college ball?
And what if they win me a NCAA tournament championship?
And what if they follow their mothers advice and marry tall girls?
Then just think about my grandchildren.
If only I could be so lucky. A mother can dream, right?
And then I got to thinking....
About how much I love being tall, and big. And about how excited I am that my boys are big. How cute my chubby baby is, and how great my lean, mean giant two year old is.
I know that there are lots of things in life more important than size. Like intelligence, and kindness, and courage, and virtue....
But I have to be honest with you, tall is pretty important to me, too.
And, the fact that my boys are probably going to be taller than your kids, well?
I think that's wicked awesome.
And, because I'm their mom, I'm sure they'll be smarter, too.
Monday, September 14, 2009
It's like when I was 12 years old and madly in love with Kirk Cameron
Admit it, you were too.
I like to read.
I read a lot.
I love that at 4 months in with a new baby, I'm starting to find the time to read again.
And, I've got a bit of an obsession.
"The Hunger Games" and "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins.
I don't read series books and have always tried to stay away from what's popular. You will not find a single "Twilight" or "Harry Potter" book in the house.
But these two books have got me hooked and hooked good. I've read them both but am going to buy them. I must own them. I haven't wanted to actually own books for years. I'm recommending them to everyone I can - and now internet, to you.
There is one more in the series.
It doesn't come out until September 2010. I love the other two so much that it might actually kill me to wait an ENTIRE YEAR to read the final installment.
Oh Peeta!
I like to read.
I read a lot.
I love that at 4 months in with a new baby, I'm starting to find the time to read again.
And, I've got a bit of an obsession.
"The Hunger Games" and "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins.
I don't read series books and have always tried to stay away from what's popular. You will not find a single "Twilight" or "Harry Potter" book in the house.
But these two books have got me hooked and hooked good. I've read them both but am going to buy them. I must own them. I haven't wanted to actually own books for years. I'm recommending them to everyone I can - and now internet, to you.
There is one more in the series.
It doesn't come out until September 2010. I love the other two so much that it might actually kill me to wait an ENTIRE YEAR to read the final installment.
Oh Peeta!
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