Rascal Flatts - Bob that Head

The concert totally rocked! I have to say that it was the best concert I have ever been to. It surpassed George Michael 2nd row at 18 years old in Hawaii. (yeah he was gay).

IT WAS THAT GOOD!

Anyway, it is fun to get out and let loose and just have an incredible time. It is hard not to start moving and dancing when that music is thumping and the lights are flashing. I felt sorry for the people around me having to pound the beer in order to have fun. "Please don't puke on me!" "Sit down you get up to pee too much." "Maybe if you didn't drink like a horse...."

Here are a couple of pictures of me embracing my alternate persona. You'll have to check out an old post if you want to see the boots...(My kids are grateful I only wear the hat a couple of times a year. I'm such an embarrassment to them!)

I was going to stow away in one of their vans, but there were too many people around. Besides, KT wouldn't let me. He's such a party pooper!

I am seriously considering hoping a plane to somewhere like Denver to catch their show this weekend. I wish I had taken my kids. The boys despise my country music, but I really think they would have loved the show.

I am so bummed that I didn't get very good pictures of the concert. I really wanted to bring my camera, but the tickets said "No camera's", and because we follow the rules and I didn't want it confiscated, I left the camera at home. Besides, we have camera cell phones. Needless to say, most everyone had camera's. They announced "No flash photography" while we were there. Hello? I could have brought my camera and just turned off the flash. The pictures would have turned out a whole lot better than the cell phone ones. At least I have the memories and the ringing in my ears...

NEXT TIME I'M BREAKING THE RULES AND SMUGGLING A GOOD CAMERA!!!

Here is a little cell phone clip...The sound is totally distorted, but it will give you an idea of how huge the stage was and what a large scale production they put on... (You'll have to pause the music player)

On the run

I have to admit this one one of the stupidest things I have ever seen. No offense if you have one, but I mean seriously, Americans eat on the run far too much if this little item is necessary. No wonder there is an obesity problem in America! We just keep coming up with lamo, stupid products to perpetuate our bad eating habits. Not to mention the fact that it is dangerous to eat and drive. I know it isn't as dangerous as "drinking" and driving, but hey probably just as risky. On another hand, a few years ago I had three kids in baseball, no one played at the same field and big KT was conveniently out of town for a good chunk of the season. I spent most evenings shuffling kids between games and practices. I was in the car most days from 4:00 to 9:00, and I did a lot of eating on the run! Maybe this would have come in handy... NOT!!

My mid life crisis

My mid life crisis isn't really too bad. I HAD to get Lasik eye surgery. Meaning I didn't have to... like it wasn't medically necessary, it was just mid life crisis necessary. It made me feel 15 years younger! (I had become allergic to contacts and had been wearing my glasses for years). It's not like I wanted a boob job or something. Oh, I got my eyebrows shaped, but check out those crows feet. Not much I can do about that except maybe use photoshop next time. Then I got gel finger nails. They make me feel sexy! And, my guys are lining up for me to scratch their backs. Gotta love those nails...They benefit everyone! (Except now I can't play guitar. Ugh! I may have to rethink that one...)

I NEVER SAID I WAS CHEAP!!!

"In the bathroom"

Source

We have a little game we play called "In the bathroom". I am not ashamed to admit that I am an unconventional mormon and very irreverent at times. I take solace in the fact that Heavenly Father MUST have a sense of humor. Otherwise, why would he have given us one. Anyway, when Sacrament meeting is dragging or the speaker is just a little boring, we play "In the Bathroom". Here's how it goes, you look through the hymnal at the titles of songs and add "In the Bathroom" to the end of the title. The goal is to not bust out laughing. Here are some examples... Behold, the Mountain of the Lord - in the bathroom Cast Thy Burden upon the Lord - in the bathroom Come, Follow Me - in the bathroom Called to Serve - in the bathroom and lastly, See the Mighty Priesthood Gathered - in the bathroom

May God have mercy on my soul...

Facebook

I have recently joined Facebook. After KT joined at the persistence of his brother, I joined. I felt left out, like it is some exclusive club I had yet to be admitted to. I am not enamored with the whole idea of it just yet. It is a great way to reconnect with old friends from the past! Opening doors on things that have been closed for several decades, racking my brain trying to remember this and that and this person and that person, being hard on myself thinking that perhaps my mind is slipping already because I can't remember,...is taking its toll! (perhaps I have early onset alzheimers) I have been flattered to have been remembered by friends from high school, middle school and even as far back as elementary school. It is amazing to me that people remember me. I remember most of them, but I never thought that I was that memorable of a person. I am just me. On another note, many people seem to be collectors of "people". I am not a collector of people. I treasure people...

Kicking back and awaiting my Valentine's Magic...

I have been married to a man who does not LOVE valentines day. He says, "Every day is like Valentines Day when you live with me." See what I have to put up with? Needless to say, we've never made a huge deal. But this year he blew me away! Two tickets to Rascal Flatts on February 25th...(It's not even his kind of music, oh the sacrifices he makes).

Who needs to win them when I receive them as a gift. The surprise of the thoughtfulness is by far more gratifying than winning the tickets, though it would have been WAY cheaper. Now this necessitated some new boots, of course...(I have a fettish for boots).

Is this a Last?

A blogging friend recently posted about this...Last times. The whole "what if this were the last time" thing really got me to thinking... My boys are growing and getting older. T is almost 17 and M is nearly 16. TJ works a job and is not around a whole lot. He luckily had a Thursday off and was able to play in the church basketball game. I have always been the sport mom, there cheering her boys on. But, tonight, I had to help with the pack night at church. I started thinking, what if this is the last time my boys are able to play ball together...What if this NEVER happens again. These thoughts created a bit of melancholy. Fortunately for me, we were in the same church building. I kept running back and forth trying to catch a good play and a good picture. Just in case it was the LAST TIME...

An Unconventional Mormon

I am a non conformist by nature, so I must assert my individuality in various ways. 1. Multiple earrings, (as in more than two) when used properly, can help prevent leadership callings. 2. I will set aside scriptures to delve into the latest romance or thriller 3. "Sundayitis" is a common occurrence 4. I secretly wish for a small tattoo of a dragon fly in a very discreet region (shhh!) 5. I often listen to music with suggestive lyrics. (come on, I'm married and 40) 6. I like to go running on Sunday (a day for exercise of the body and the soul). 7. I drink COKE (gasp!) 8. I don't like visiting teaching. (I have been taken advantage of, and I have a BAD attitude). 9. Church gives me headaches. (I think it is a social anxiety thing). 10. I frequently use BAD words like flip and fetch, and when I'm really mad

flippin' fetcher.

On another note, 1. I value my Temple marriage 2. I pay my tithing 3. I hardly ever say 'no' 4. "Sundayitis" rarely gets the better of me. 5. I don't lie. Honesty is very important. 6. I won't follow through with the tattoo thingy. Now that I have completely unloaded to my blogging friends, I think it's time for a bit of repentance.

Daddy & Daughter

"Daddy, a daugther's first love."

Author: Unknown

Low-fat Living 3

Low-Fat living can be very flavorful. Try this recipe over a chicken breast with a pinch of cheese or over whole wheat pasta... Marinara Sauce 2 Tbs minced garlic (fresh) 2 16 oz cans crushed tomatoes (I really like S&W Italian crushed tomatoes) 1/2 tsp parsley 1/4 tsp salt 1/4 tsp red peper 1/4 tsp ground black pepper 1 Tbs Splenda (Or sugar or even honey) Spray a 3 qt sauce pan with olive oil and saute garlic until golden brown. Stir in remaining ingredients, stir and simmer for 20 minutes. Enjoy!

An evolution of musical interests as seen through concert attendance

CONCERT - ah the word evokes a feeling of excitement and nervousness at the same time. And, an "Oh Crap, that was expensive". Over the years I have been to several concerts. Many of them I didn't pay for as I, at one time, worked for a record company that gave us free concert tickets. It is interesting to me to see the evolution of my musical interests just through the ticket stubs in my possession. Let see...
Cyndi Lauper
George Michael
Bobby Brown
Tone Loc
Ratt
INXS
White Snake
Aerosmith
Hootie and the Blowfish
Michael McClean
InsideOut
Carrie Underwood
Rascal Flatts (I'm trying to win tickets to this one) Anyway, thought that an interesting snipit of info.

Better names for my blog

KT and I have been discussing more appropriate names for my blog...The following have made the list.
1. It's all about ME
2. Drivel and Gibberish
3. A load of Crap
4. A window into the mind of a psychotic
5. and KT's favorite...Straight talk with a hottie (this one is too subjective) I'm taking votes, so leave your choice. (Please don't pick 5)

I am uncool!

My teenage son, #2, thinks

I am uncool!

"Why do you wear that?" "Why do you have to swing your arms when you walk?" "Why do you chat with the clerk?". I mean, seriously, nothing I do is right.

My feelings are so hurt!

It doesn't matter that I jam on guitar hero with them and their friends. It doesn't matter that I feed all the friends. It doesn't matter that his friends often want to come over because we are the "cool" parents. I am a thorn in his side. An embarrassment to be with. I torture his very existence with all I say and do...Here is what I have to say to that:

Redecorating with a 10 year old Girl

Ladybug's room needed a face lift. It needed a little help in transitioning from baby girl to soon to be 11 year old. She wanted her own "special place". She wanted her mom to foot the bill while she chose colors, fabrics, and textures all on her own....And, she did...all for under $100.00. She now has a special place in her window seat to curl up with her favorite books, ipod or her cat. The vibrant, vivid, vivacious colors SCREAM vavavoom! Her daddy doesn't like it...(Too much pink). Good thing it isn't his room. It's all hers. Ladybug's little corner of the universe.

Draft mode

I read a post like this recently it cracked me up and I can truly relate. I am someone who in a group of people doesn't usually have a lot to say, though I have a ton of thoughts and ideas floating around in my head. I hold conversations with myself thinking others will think what I have to say is stupid or boring. Out of fear of running out of things to say or sounding stupid or boring, I have at least 10 posts in draft mode waiting to posted. These posts are in varying degrees of completion. Some still need pictures while others are awaiting its wording to be perfected...I have also decided to pace myself to every other day instead of every day, because it will make those last 10 posts last longer in the event I do run out of gibberish and drivel. So, I am posting about posts. I am way too cerebral at times...

Confessions of an Addict

Confessions of an addict. I am a sweepstakes/contest junkie. I have a sickness that I need to feed everyday. Well, almost everyday. I am addicted to the thrill of the what if, the maybe I cans and the today could be my lucky day. The "what if" has been fueled by several minor wins that stoke the fire of enthusiasm and drive. Some wins have been more extraordinary than others. It doesn't cost me anything but my time. Here is a list of some of my wins:
1. Baby car seat
2. Old fashioned looking radio/tape player
3. One month mortgage payment
4. Ipod Shuffle
5. luggage and car safety kit
6. gas gift card
7. Blockbuster gift cards
8. free candy coupons
9. Scrapbooking punching tool
10. Large beach/tote bag
+ several more smaller ones that I can't recall at this time. I'm still waiting for a big win, like a trip or car or something like that. A girl can dream! In the meantime, I will enter on...

Low - fat living 2

When I make this, I make it just for me. I get comments like, "It smells like a dumpster in here..." I like to make fish tacos. I'm not a fishy fish eater, so I really like the taste of Mahi, Mahi. Fish Tacos Mahi, Mahi (or other) 2 corn tortillas olive oil Pico de gallo cole slaw Mrs. Dash Chipotle seasoning Cut up Mahi Mahi, season with chipotle seasoning and cook in pan with a spritz of olive oil. Combine in warmed tortilla with pico and cole slaw. (click link for recipe). Yummy and light