Tonight was the Brad Paisley concert. It was absolutely one of the best shows I've seen. I was so impressed by him. I swear the man did not stop playing the guitar for 2 solid hours, and it completely exhausted me.
I bought my dad tickets for Christmas because, as many of you know, my dad is a rock star. A real one. In a band and everything. We stopped for some Burger King on the way downtown, adn I gotta say, I completely forgot how awesome Whoppers are. That's good stuff. We got to the arena about 5 minutes before Dierks Bentley started, which means we missed Darius Rucker. I don't know any of his stuff anyway, but I've heard he's good. But whatever, we missed him. Dierks Bentley comes out, and I just really don't get him. Everybody I know just thinks he is the hottest thing and loves his music, but it just doesn't click with me. I can think of only one or two songs of his that I really enjoyed. But he was alright.
Brad Paisley? IS THE MAN!!! And for real, if he wasn't married to that adorable Kimberly Williams who I just love like crazy, then Brad and I would be married. Tomorrow. He is just pure candy. I always forget how much I like his music until I hear it, and then it's just WOW to me. SUCH a fun concert. He had a really cool stage set up with lights all over the place, and not the typical cheesy textbook concert lighting. Probably 40 amps all stacked up to form a riser and all the amps lit up. That's cool stuff right there. Fantastic. He tore that guitar up. Or should I say those guitars. I'm pretty sure he switched out every song or two. Rock it out Brad.
As soon as we got to the car, I realized my entire body was aching. Like hard to walk aching. Then I got home and my hamstrings were all tight and my back hurt. I felt like I had been in the gym for hours. It was all from sitting there watching the show. He was so on the whole time and lights and loud and videos and screaming people and just complete sensory overload. It wasn't until we left that I realized that my entire body must've been just completely tensed the entire show. Hahaha. I was so into it, that I didn't even realize it. So I got to see a great show AND it feels like I got an intense workout. That's multi-tasking.
Our seats were awesome! Way up but in the front of the section and it was only one of those 3 seat rows so we didn't have people climbing over us all night. Perfect. No crazies all dancing in front of us either. And you guys, I just completely LOVE hanging out with my dad. He's so awesome. It really made me happy to be able to watch that with him and know that he was really enjoying the music too. Great show, great seats, great company. :)
Oh and this drunk guy totally fell down the stairs as he was dancing down them. How do you top that?
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Good morning to me...
I feel the need to warn you that the following story is pretty gross, but gosh darnit, it's funny so I have to share...
Gracie is part garbage disposal. The girl will eat just about anything you put in front of her. I'm talking dog food, people food, coasters, cigarettes, lizards, your favorite (and only) pair of work shoes... She'll eat it all. For example, as I write this she is laying on floor next to me about to chow down on my fave pj pants that I left on the floor. Surprisingly enough, as random as the things are that she eats, the only thing she really can't stomach is chicken. Don't get me wrong. The girl LOOOOVES to get a piece of chicken from the table, but her poor little tummy just cannot handle it. You can always tell when Gracie has had chicken by the disaster that happens the following morning. Because she's pomeranian this means her backside is all fur and fluff. It's really cute. Unless she's had chicken. Then the evidence stays with her on all that fur and fluff. It's SO gross, I know.
Well, apparently somebody snuck her some chicken yesterday. Normally, she sleeps in my parents' room, but because I spent the night she stayed out in the living room on the couch with me. Apparently, the chicken kicked in sometime in the middle of the night, because when mom woke up, she said it was all the way down the hall into the living room and under my dad's desk. When Gracie trotted up to her, Mom said it was ALL over her backside. An absolute mess.
This is where I tell you that Gracie's favorite place to sit when someone is laying (or sleeping) on the couch is right on top of their head. Guess who was sleeping on the couch while this happened? Yup. After all the business in the hall and living room and all in her fur, my sweet little girl hopped right back up on the couch to go back to sleep. On my head.
Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase crappy morning huh?
Gracie is part garbage disposal. The girl will eat just about anything you put in front of her. I'm talking dog food, people food, coasters, cigarettes, lizards, your favorite (and only) pair of work shoes... She'll eat it all. For example, as I write this she is laying on floor next to me about to chow down on my fave pj pants that I left on the floor. Surprisingly enough, as random as the things are that she eats, the only thing she really can't stomach is chicken. Don't get me wrong. The girl LOOOOVES to get a piece of chicken from the table, but her poor little tummy just cannot handle it. You can always tell when Gracie has had chicken by the disaster that happens the following morning. Because she's pomeranian this means her backside is all fur and fluff. It's really cute. Unless she's had chicken. Then the evidence stays with her on all that fur and fluff. It's SO gross, I know.
Well, apparently somebody snuck her some chicken yesterday. Normally, she sleeps in my parents' room, but because I spent the night she stayed out in the living room on the couch with me. Apparently, the chicken kicked in sometime in the middle of the night, because when mom woke up, she said it was all the way down the hall into the living room and under my dad's desk. When Gracie trotted up to her, Mom said it was ALL over her backside. An absolute mess.
This is where I tell you that Gracie's favorite place to sit when someone is laying (or sleeping) on the couch is right on top of their head. Guess who was sleeping on the couch while this happened? Yup. After all the business in the hall and living room and all in her fur, my sweet little girl hopped right back up on the couch to go back to sleep. On my head.
Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase crappy morning huh?
At last...
Guess where I am?
Give up? I'm sitting on my mom's guest bed watching Biggest Loser.
But Jenny, how can you do that when the computer is in the other room?
Well, my friend, as of Sunday evening I became part of this whole technical/electronic/cyber age and got myself a sweet little laptop. Not even 48 hours later, and I am completely spoiled rotten.
I started online classes today which is really the main reason I went ahead and bought this thing, but the secret reason that I really did it? So I can sit on my couch and blog in real time about the awesomeness of tv shows. Hooray!
So Biggest Loser is on right now and I won't go into to much detail just in case some of you DVR'd it and haven't gotten a chance to see it yet. But dang. That Joelle. Whew. I would really like to kick her in the knee. She has these dead eyes, and it makes me so sad for her. She obviously has some issues she needs to work out, but her poor friend Carla is the one who is going to pay for them. Sad and completely frustrating.
Also, I would like Allison Sweeney to be my best friend please. Doesn't she just seem like the kind of person that you want to sit at a cafe and eat egg salad sandwiches with while talking about your fabulous new bag and her adorable new shoes?
Anyway, so I am going to go learn some more about the new gadget of mine. It's got the capabilities to do so many awesome things. I think I'll start with the important stuff. Like games.
Give up? I'm sitting on my mom's guest bed watching Biggest Loser.
But Jenny, how can you do that when the computer is in the other room?
Well, my friend, as of Sunday evening I became part of this whole technical/electronic/cyber age and got myself a sweet little laptop. Not even 48 hours later, and I am completely spoiled rotten.
I started online classes today which is really the main reason I went ahead and bought this thing, but the secret reason that I really did it? So I can sit on my couch and blog in real time about the awesomeness of tv shows. Hooray!
So Biggest Loser is on right now and I won't go into to much detail just in case some of you DVR'd it and haven't gotten a chance to see it yet. But dang. That Joelle. Whew. I would really like to kick her in the knee. She has these dead eyes, and it makes me so sad for her. She obviously has some issues she needs to work out, but her poor friend Carla is the one who is going to pay for them. Sad and completely frustrating.
Also, I would like Allison Sweeney to be my best friend please. Doesn't she just seem like the kind of person that you want to sit at a cafe and eat egg salad sandwiches with while talking about your fabulous new bag and her adorable new shoes?
Anyway, so I am going to go learn some more about the new gadget of mine. It's got the capabilities to do so many awesome things. I think I'll start with the important stuff. Like games.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
My genius, let me share it...
Hot baths are one of my most favorite things in the world. I take at least 2 a day on an average day, but it can creep up from there if the day is bad or if I'm feeling cold or fussy. I don't do bubble baths though. I don't really understand the point of them. They just keep foaming and that bath starts overflowing with bubbles before you ever get enough hot water to relax in. Not for me. Just hand me a good book or magazine, throw in a couple drops of some lavender essential oils, and I am golden. Yeah, I know. I'm such a girl.
The reason I tell you this is because I had a moment of enlightenment. Of all the baths I've taken in all the years of my life, this idea has never once come to me. While I was letting the water heat up, I ran into the kitchen to get a glass of water. This is when I realized how hungry I was and saw the box of Rice Squares (generic Rice Chex). Ooooh, a bowl of cereal sounds super yummy. But wait, I don't have time to eat a bowl of cereal. By the time I'm finished, the bath water will be all room temp and that's not even what bath time is about. LIGHTBULB!!! What if I eat the bowl of cereal while I'm IN the tub???
Oh yeah. I totally ate my rice squares in the tub. Best. Bath. Ever.
The reason I tell you this is because I had a moment of enlightenment. Of all the baths I've taken in all the years of my life, this idea has never once come to me. While I was letting the water heat up, I ran into the kitchen to get a glass of water. This is when I realized how hungry I was and saw the box of Rice Squares (generic Rice Chex). Ooooh, a bowl of cereal sounds super yummy. But wait, I don't have time to eat a bowl of cereal. By the time I'm finished, the bath water will be all room temp and that's not even what bath time is about. LIGHTBULB!!! What if I eat the bowl of cereal while I'm IN the tub???
Oh yeah. I totally ate my rice squares in the tub. Best. Bath. Ever.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Profound lyrics of the day...
From “Move Around” by B.G. featuring Mannie Fresh (edited version please)
“I’m from the ghetto homey
I was raised on bread and bologna.”
Word.
“I’m from the ghetto homey
I was raised on bread and bologna.”
Word.
Gumbo...
So we’ve kind of got a lot to cover. This whole no internet thing at home thing is getting old really fast. How am I supposed to share my random thoughts at the very moment they strike if I do not have immediate access to you? It’s a shame, I know.
Anyway, I’m going to number so that I stay on track. Actually, I think I’ll bullet. I say it’s to stay on track, but really it’s because I love to use bullets. Oh dang. I’m typing this on Word to post later, and I’m pretty sure Microsoft bullets do not translate to blogging codes or formats or whatever. Boo on that. So back to numbers we will go… (This entire paragraph is a perfect preview to the randomness that is to follow)
1. Did you guys see the Biggest Loser Finale like 100 weeks ago? Yeah, it was awesome, and my girl Michelle won. It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly different these people look after they lose all this weight. Completely unrecognizable. Makes me wonder what I would look like by losing 50% of my body weight. Probably a little scary and skeletal, but still…I wouldn’t mind punching out my old “before” pic and walking out. That’d be fun. And for those of you who saw it, did you notice how every one of those girls just about broke their necks trying to walk in their high heels? That was sad to me. They were so heavy before that they probably couldn’t walk in heels. If this is the case, theen 4 inch stilettos is probably not the best place to start, but hey, I admire that sort of confidence. That alone is a pretty amazing accomplishment.
2. Speaking of Biggest Loser, what the heck is up with fast food drive thrus NEVER getting your order right??? Like ever. Cheeseburger, fries, coke. I don’t understand how this is hard. And although I’ve never heard an order from the receiving end of a fast food order speaker, I am confident that LARGE and MEDIUM do not sound alike. Also, I don’t fully understand how no tomatoes translates to no cheese. As much as I try, I cannot work this out in my head.
3. I think “reputable” is the most awesome word. Say it out loud. It’s fun huh? Now say “inevitable.” Awesome right? Now say “table.” Isn’t it interesting how that one is not fun at all? Poor table. No fun without the other letters.
4. What is it about my head that is so appealing to Pomeranians at 6:00 in the morning? I am at a loss.
5. My downstairs neighbor’s got surround sound. The best part? They like to wait until 10 pm to use it. Nothing better than a shaking floor to help you relax. I’m not quite sure what proper apartment etiquette is in a situation like this. I figured the grown up thing to do would be to go downstairs, knock on their door, and ask them politely to turn it down a notch or two. Yeah, whatever. I’m totally in my pajamas and not even about to walk down a flight of stairs in 40 degree weather to tell someone they’re bothering me. So instead, I politely stomped on the floor a little. Nothing dramatic, but just enough to make them wonder “is she walking loud or is she telling us to shush?” Guess what? They turned it down.
Anyway, I’m going to number so that I stay on track. Actually, I think I’ll bullet. I say it’s to stay on track, but really it’s because I love to use bullets. Oh dang. I’m typing this on Word to post later, and I’m pretty sure Microsoft bullets do not translate to blogging codes or formats or whatever. Boo on that. So back to numbers we will go… (This entire paragraph is a perfect preview to the randomness that is to follow)
1. Did you guys see the Biggest Loser Finale like 100 weeks ago? Yeah, it was awesome, and my girl Michelle won. It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly different these people look after they lose all this weight. Completely unrecognizable. Makes me wonder what I would look like by losing 50% of my body weight. Probably a little scary and skeletal, but still…I wouldn’t mind punching out my old “before” pic and walking out. That’d be fun. And for those of you who saw it, did you notice how every one of those girls just about broke their necks trying to walk in their high heels? That was sad to me. They were so heavy before that they probably couldn’t walk in heels. If this is the case, theen 4 inch stilettos is probably not the best place to start, but hey, I admire that sort of confidence. That alone is a pretty amazing accomplishment.
2. Speaking of Biggest Loser, what the heck is up with fast food drive thrus NEVER getting your order right??? Like ever. Cheeseburger, fries, coke. I don’t understand how this is hard. And although I’ve never heard an order from the receiving end of a fast food order speaker, I am confident that LARGE and MEDIUM do not sound alike. Also, I don’t fully understand how no tomatoes translates to no cheese. As much as I try, I cannot work this out in my head.
3. I think “reputable” is the most awesome word. Say it out loud. It’s fun huh? Now say “inevitable.” Awesome right? Now say “table.” Isn’t it interesting how that one is not fun at all? Poor table. No fun without the other letters.
4. What is it about my head that is so appealing to Pomeranians at 6:00 in the morning? I am at a loss.
5. My downstairs neighbor’s got surround sound. The best part? They like to wait until 10 pm to use it. Nothing better than a shaking floor to help you relax. I’m not quite sure what proper apartment etiquette is in a situation like this. I figured the grown up thing to do would be to go downstairs, knock on their door, and ask them politely to turn it down a notch or two. Yeah, whatever. I’m totally in my pajamas and not even about to walk down a flight of stairs in 40 degree weather to tell someone they’re bothering me. So instead, I politely stomped on the floor a little. Nothing dramatic, but just enough to make them wonder “is she walking loud or is she telling us to shush?” Guess what? They turned it down.
Fan-flipping-tastic!!!
My rule is never pay full price for anything. I am a champ when it comes to bargain hunting, and it thrills me so completely when I find a great deal. I LOVE to read, but because of this full price rule, I very rarely am able to buy books because it seems ridiculous to me to pay $14 for a book I will most likely only read once. Plus what if it’s stupid? Then I’m out time and money, and that’s just not worth it to me.
There is a discount bookstore near my apartment that I’ve been to a few times and gotten really, really great deals on books. Problem is, it’s only open for a few months, and then they close and move it to another location. The selection is also very random so you have to really look around to find something that interests you. I went in a couple days ago and saw that they were closing Dec 28 so everything was marked down. $4 hardbacks and $2 paperbacks. SWEEET! Walked out with 3 new books.
Today was their final day, and I went over there with my mom so she could look for some curriculum book. Every single book in the store was a DOLLAR!!!! ONE DOLLAR!!! You guys, I think I blacked out for a second. Yes, I am that nerd who gets that excited about books. I bought 8 of them. I just couldn’t quit. Every time I thought I had enough, I’d see one more. Doesn’t matter though because I only spent $8.66. Yeah baby!
There is a discount bookstore near my apartment that I’ve been to a few times and gotten really, really great deals on books. Problem is, it’s only open for a few months, and then they close and move it to another location. The selection is also very random so you have to really look around to find something that interests you. I went in a couple days ago and saw that they were closing Dec 28 so everything was marked down. $4 hardbacks and $2 paperbacks. SWEEET! Walked out with 3 new books.
Today was their final day, and I went over there with my mom so she could look for some curriculum book. Every single book in the store was a DOLLAR!!!! ONE DOLLAR!!! You guys, I think I blacked out for a second. Yes, I am that nerd who gets that excited about books. I bought 8 of them. I just couldn’t quit. Every time I thought I had enough, I’d see one more. Doesn’t matter though because I only spent $8.66. Yeah baby!
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