Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Dang it.

M-spike = 3.1

All other numbers are perfectly fine, and you never know if I've hit yet another plateau or if it's one bad lab result, blah, blah, blah, but breaking the 3.0 barrier really bums me out. To make up for my giant M-spike, I will post a photo of Jon Bon Jovi with his shirt unbuttoned even further.

That's better.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Bad blogger!

I know I've been a bad blogger lately. I don't really have a good reason. WCK and I have been having lots of fun and adventures that I should have reported on, but I didn't. I guess it's just a bad case of Blogger's Block again. I will admit, though, that for days and days after the Bon Jovi concert, my brain was severely impaired, because I could not shake the song, "Blood on Blood." You could be carrying on a conversation with me, and my body would be smiling and nodding, but my brain would be going

And we were so young -- SO YOUNG!
One for all and all FOR ONE!

I would wake up in the middle of the night, and my brain would still be going

Well, Bobby was our hero ... cause he had a fake I.D. ...

Things hadn't been that bad since the infamous "Summertime" incident of 2008.

But I'm over it now, and I'm hopefully ready to start blogging again. To make up for my lack of posts, here is a photo of Jon Bon Jovi with his shirt unbuttoned:

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

An evening with the elderly

Bon Jovi was great -- well worth the 20-something-year wait, and well worth not getting home until 1 a.m.. I think the last time I was out of the house and awake past 1 a.m. was when I was in the hospital giving birth. They did some of their new songs, but they also performed all of their old hits (You Give Love a Bad Name! Bad Medicine! Livin' on a Prayer!!!!). Our seats were a little bit further away from the stage than they were for NKOTB. Fortunately, we had a good view of the whole stage and could see close-ups of everything on big screens, but my photos and videos didn't turn out nearly as well. Here is a brief clip that shows how high up we were. That's either Jon Bon Jovi down there, or a blindingly good-looking ant in tight pants:

One bizarre thing about the concert: When we got to our seats, we were shocked to see that our section was filled with people who looked older than my parents. What? Wouldn't these people have been much too old to enjoy Bon Jovi the first time around? Why were they there? None of them seemed very enthusiastic. Was the Sprint Center offering an AARP discount? I began to have the sinking feeling that maybe ol' Jon Bon is no longer as cool and dangerous as I always thought he was. Then I got to thinking some more, and -- this is a much more plausible explanation -- I started to suspect that my parents are in some kind of Secret Society for the Elderly, and they hired members from the Kansas City chapter to spy on me. Thanks a lot, Mom and Dad! That's really the only logical explanation. We all know that Bon Jovi is still way too cool for the old folks.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Livin' on a Prayer

Tonight I'm going to Bon Jovi! Woo hoo! Bon Jovi, people! At long last, the seventh-grader inside me will have some satisfaction. My life will no longer be completely ruined because my parents wouldn't let me go see Bon Jovi 23 years ago. HA HA, MOM AND DAD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

I just hope the concert doesn't go too long, because, well, I'm old now and I can't stay awake that late.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Miley Cyrus ate my baby

This morning, WCK and I went to a big Hannah Montana event sponsored by Radio Disney. There was lots of music, dancing, prize giveaways, and hordes of squealing little girls in Hannah Montana t-shirts and sparkly hats. We had a good time, even though we didn't win any of the prizes. WCK got up and danced a few times, but she didn't want to participate in any of the games. That was too bad, because I think she would have totally killed -- killed! -- the competition in the karaoke contest. The contestants had to finish the lyrics of well-known Hannah Montana songs, and, apparently, most of the contestants have not spent the past year listening to The Best of Both Worlds Concert CD day in and day out, as WCK and I have. I mean, who doesn't know that the second verse of The Best of Both Worlds begins, "You go to movie premieres ..." Who doesn't know that?

In the end, it came down to one bored-looking 12-ish-year-old girl and a very, very focused little boy who looked about six. Both of them knew every lyric that was thrown at them, so finally the D.J.-host guy gave up and gave both of them prizes so that the event could wrap up by noon. I think WCK could have given them a run for their money, though.

Anyway, we did get a free Hannah Montana poster, and WCK and I hung it up over her bed. I stood back and realized the new poster looks wildly out of place, considering WCK's room is still decorated in baby Classic-Pooh theme. Heck, there is still a sign up on her wall that says, "BABY". Now it's pretty obvious that a baby doesn't live there anymore. Dang you, Miley Cyrus! I guess we're going to have to redecorate.