Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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
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
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
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.