Monday, June 28, 2010

Awesomely Amazing

I was sorta kinda 45 kinds of giddy for the couple of weeks leading up to the Dave Matthews Band concert. I don't go to many concerts. It's an expense I have a hard time justifying. However, this year, I splurged. There was no way I was going to miss my Dave this year. It had been 8 years! EIGHT! That is way too long to go without a Dave fix.

Saturday, the 19th, was the day. My 19 year-old daughter, Brianna, and I went. Deer Wireless Music Center is only about 40 minutes from here so we got there pretty quickly after gassing up the ever so hip mini van and heading out. We, of course, listened to DMB the entire way down. Once we hit our exit it was quite disorienting because Noblesville, where the venue is, has grown a LOT in the 8 years since I've been there! I didn't recognize it at all,  which became obvious as we drove right past our turn off! Let me tell you, with Brianna and me in the car, it's the blind leading the blind. Pretty comical.

We made it in the parking lot with no problems and got parked (in Blue 3, don't ya know) with the help of the little fellas in the bright green vesticles. Couldn't do it without them, ya know. We were way early so we rolled down the windows and people watched. And oh boy did we get a good show.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Waste of good storms

Two days in a row now there have been perfect thunderstorms and I've had to work. Perfect storms to sleep/doze through. Perfect quiet thunder to listen to and relax to. But, noooooo. I have to be at work in an office where I have to walk across the building to even get a glimpse. And forget hearing the rain! Unless it's a torrential downpour we can't hear a thing. I'm so bummed.

Totally Unrelated Photo of the Day (which my daughter will hate)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

In the processor of my mind...

I am still digesting and processing the most wonderful Dave Matthews Band concert from last night. Full review coming hopefully tomorrow!  Here's a picture from Brianna's phone which makes it look like we were MUCH farther back than we actually were.

DMB est l'amour.

Saturday, June 12, 2010


One week from today is the Dave Matthews Band concert at Verizon Wireless Center! (See proof on the left...) I'm getting excited!  It's been 8 years since I've seen them live and it is long overdue! This time, though, I have non-lawn seats meaning I'll be in the pavilion and while my seats aren't really close, they're closer than the lawn. I've been bathing in Dave music all evening and it's making me even more excited.

"Crush" is one of my all-time favorite Dave songs so I'll include this most excellent acoustic version for your enjoyment. But mostly for my enjoyment because it's all about me.

Is anyone really surprised that I loved the boy with the guitar on Idol this year?

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


For as long as I can remember, I've heard the warning sirens go off here in my fair city every Friday at 11:00am. It's the weekly test, you know, just in case we get raided or tornadoed or something. I really don't have memory of the sirens ever going off for reals. It's one of those things that no one around here pays much attention to. Every once in a while one will stop for a second and go, "Oh, it must be 11 o' clock."

Sunday evening at around 7, Brianna and I sat in the living room contemplating going to get some DQ.
"You want something?"
"I don't know, do you?"
"Let's go. I want a blizzard."
Neither of us moved.
"We should go before it rains."
"Yeah, it looks bad over that way."
Movement nada.

The two youngest were outside playing at the next door neighbors' house. Then, we heard the sirens. Slow realization came over both Brianna and me and we looked at each other.
"Is that the sirens?" We both said it nearly in unison.  We jumped up and, of course, RAN OUTSIDE! It's kind of like when the stupid girl in the horror movie goes outside to check on the noise. Yeah.

Pretty much everyone else in the neighborhood was out on their porches because SIRENS! The kids came running home and what followed was some sort of tornado chaos which can only be described as...well, you know that scene in Edward Scissorhands when the daughter comes home and sees Edward in her bed for the first time and he punctures the bed and everyone is screaming and yelling and Edward is just kind of wandering in circles and down the hall?  That.

I'm trying to make the flipper work and find a channel which is actually reporting weather while simultaneously unplugging my laptop and running through the house looking for the keys to the church next door so we can go to that basement because our basement? NO. That's another story. Brianna is on her phone looking at a weather report and a tornado touched down IN OUR CITY! Tornado warning! Tornado WARNING!
She's also running back and forth through the house for..I don't know what and then turns the radio in the kitchen up to BLARING so we can listen to the National Weather Service announcement. Jameson is following me half crying. "Mommy, is there going to be a tornado? Is there going to be a tornado? Is there a tornado?" Braelyn is saying goofy things to distract Jameson. I'm yelling, "Get the dog leash!" Which Brianna does, but then the dog sees it and thinks we're taking him for a walk so he's jumping around and doing doggie circles in front of the door. We find keys, finally, and Brianna runs OUT INTO THE WEATHER to see if one of the keys actually belongs to the church, then runs back. At some point she is talking to her boyfriend on the phone and they get disconnected. I'm calling my parents to see if they are going to their basement and if they need help getting there to which my father replies, "Nah, I'll just push her down." (referring to my mother) and I try to call Bubba who is in Indy reffing a basketball game but can't get through. Brianna runs upstairs to save her prized posession (her blankie), her boyfriend calls back in hysterics thinking Brianna has blown away to the Land of Oz and then Bubba calls back but can't hear because of the noise where he is and he somehow thinks the tornado blew the church away.

Then, it stopped raining and cleared up.

And we went to Dairy Queen.

Totally Unrelated Photo Of The Day

Jameson and his gamer buddy, Jeremy

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The best laid plans

Today is the last day of a vacation from work for me. I've been off since May 20-something. Gosh, what day was that? The 26th? It's been so long, I forget. Technically, I had to work for 4 hours on the 29th but no big deal.

I had such plans.

No. Not plans for a grand get away or anything like that. What is that annoying trendy word? Oh, yeah. Staycation. (gag) Plans. I was talking plans. Like I said, I had such plans. None of those plans came to fruition. I'm not sure how or why, but I didn't really do anything. And there is so much to be done.

Now, here it is, the day before I go back to work and all I feel is guilt. Mind you, no one else really knew of these plans so there really weren't any expectations from anyone else in my family. Hmm, perhaps that is why I didn't voice my plans. Ya think?

Wait. Wait. Wait. I did get one thing accomplished! The fridge got cleaned out and it's all shiny and spiffy, now.

I've decided that I would have gotten these things done had I been home alone. My problem is, if others are home doing their own version of nothing, then I am completely influenced to do my own version of nothing. In that regard, it's NOT MY FAULT! It feels so good to blame others for my own laziness.

Maybe I don't feel that guilty.

Braelyn and Jameson's last day of school, 2010. Remind me to remind my husband to check the background before he takes photos.

Restarting my blog engine

I'm not new to blogging. In fact, I have loved blogging for several years now. It's just that my old blog kind of died. And when I say died I mean that I killed it. And when I say killed it, I mean I took all it's food and water, put it out in the sun and watched it gasp it's last cracked-lipped, cotton-mouthed breath. I loved that old thing but a change was and is needed. I need a url which does not cramp my fingers when I type it. I wanted a blog title which won't need constant explanation. This new and improved* blog title doesn't really mean anything. My niece, Amy used to call me Anj Panj on occasion and eureka! Blog title goodness!

I know how badly it stinks for bloggers to talk about, well, blogging, but I thought a little bit of explanation was due. For the record, I do not like the generic look of this blog and once I get my blog bearings about me again (read: find someone to help me pretty it up) I'll be changing it. So, no real meat in this post. I'll get to that tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll include a photo and send you to look at my friend, Driller's blog. He's a pretty righteous dude as Grace from Ferris Bueller would say. 

The pupster, Wiggums, looking kind of scary as he works on his rawhide bone.

*improved is yet to be determined.