Just Sayin'

I Am A Failure

I didn't do my 100 things. But I will by midnight Sunday.

In the meantime, I would like to share this video by Train. They did one of my favorite songs ever, "Drops of Jupiter". If you've ever had a suddenly interrupted relationship you'd relate. In this case, this is just a chirpy, happy song and it makes me smile.

How many people know who "Mr. Mister" is anymore (besides TH?)




I do have a vague memory of watching Ricky Schroeder listen to "Broken Wings" at the end of a "Silver Spoon" episode. I am REALLY old.

It's Finally Summer

I can tell summer is finally, finally, here. I'm actually outside much of the time, which wasn't the case in Utah (when you live in the 'burbs where it's 100 degrees or feels like it and there's no shade or real river to cool down in, you don't go out. Trust me). Therefore I'm not blogging much, or commenting on others much (but I do check them). Facebook updates are easy and quick and then I'm out the door again.

We are still working on the boys' bathroom (the project that will never end). I think it's getting done Sunday or TH will be banned from watching NASCAR. That ought to motivate him.

I've managed to sprain my ankle (getting up from lunch, it sucks to get old) and then resprain it walking to my car at work (did I mention it sucks to get old?) but I won't let it deter me from being out, walking, riding a bike etc. Which is probably why I sprained it again. I did buy a brace last night in a nod to getting old and needing to heal.

Our activities so far this summer? Little Bit got to go to an air show in...shudder...Utah. I didn't take him though (Pattie did)so he didn't experience the hives and hyperventilation that would have accompanied his mother's re-entry to the state. And he got to see Grandpa, Pattie and Jazzie in addition to other extended family types. He's enjoying his first real summer break ever.

Of course, TH, Big Bit and I got to see Rick Springfield as well as catch up with a couple of my old Reno friends, Alynn & Stephanie. That was fun. Unfortunately Rick didn't get as close as last time I saw him, so I don't have as good a picture. But Big Bit got to see a bunch of screaming 40 year olds pretend they were age 17 again. Which is never boring. I think he laughed a lot.






We got to see Emerald Bay at Lake Tahoe, which we hadn't in years.








Big Bit looks so grown up. I hate it.






We've been to the first two Alive After Fives. I absolutely love this event, which is free each Wednesday (at 5, duh) in downtown Boise and gives you the opportunity to listen to interesting music, watch VERY interesting people (the guy in the dress who dances the whole evening, for instance) and for Little Bit to get very, very wet. He almost got to be on the Channel 2 news as well except for the idiots showed the guy in the dress instead of cute kids.







The garden is planted (yay!) and the Irises have bloomed, and faded, but I did get some pictures.

And, we've been enjoying this new visitor to our house, however, the bush he prefers is losing its blossoms so we're going to have to put a feeder out. He's just too much fun to watch - I don't want to lose him.

How is your summer going so far?

It's 3 a.m., I must be lonely

Well, 3:44, to be precise, but I had to steal a line from Matchbox Twenty.

If I'm lonely, it's because people aren't supposed to be up at 3 a.m. coughing their lungs out and wishing that Claritin D suddenly came in a new SUPERSIZE edition.

This allergy season has been hell on wheels. I'm afflicted with allergies, but usually with the exception of a week or so in the spring and fall, I'm not overcome. I am this time. I am wondering what is planted in our beautiful yard that I am deathly allergic to. Perhaps God is playing some sort of sick joke on me ("You love this house, but it doesn't love YOU"). Just kidding, but this is really whack, as Whitney Houston would say about crack.

The lack of posting in the last week was due to a) getting ready for the trip and b) being on the trip. I have some pics of Lake Tahoe and my obsession, I just have to quit coughing long enough to download them. And try to be awake enough to go to work tomorrow...I mean today.

All is well, Big Bit looks wonderful and well, of course Rick Springfield did too. Now, if only Heather would see him in the airport again to complete my happy weekend. However, since she's either about to give birth or already has, I'm sure this time Rick was on his own. Especially since he wasn't within 400 miles of Salt Lake City. Neither was I. Bliss.

Isn't it Friday Yet?

Here's the sad thing. I had my day off Monday, ended up having a killer allergy attack Tuesday so I was home sick and this is my second day at work this week, yet it seems like the longest. week. ever.

I don't know why - other than the allergies everything's gone well, Scouts is finally over for the summer and there's no homework until the end of school so Little Bit is easily handled but it's just been long.

I think I'm ready for vacation and that isn't for another month.

I guess I'll have to settle for next weekend's festivities. Big Bit is going on vacation with EHFH for two weeks the moment school is out, so we're going to see him in Reno; that way, Mom doesn't have to go more than three weeks without seeing her firstborn (well, I think he misses me too).

During the weekend, Big Bit, TH and I are going to see my obsession. You remember him, don't you?



That's what I thought. Of course you do. He's still better than Aaron Carter.

Happy Memorial Day.

Who's Got the #28 Album In The Nation?

That guy whose body (not butt) I touched this spring.

Just sayin'. 59 is the new 40.

Just Because The World Needs a New Good Song

I know I have a few obsessions. However, though I've always liked Rick Springfield, it wasn't until I saw him last winter that he moved to that category.

Seriously, I've been in recovery on that subject. :) This week, however, I did stumble across this on YouTube. This is worthy of 80's fangirl screaming. Good song. Check it out.

P.S. He's 59 next week. Holy Cow!

Preview of the Weekend

Okay, I have a huge vacation post coming involving Fort Herriman Days, Cub Scouts, camping in Idaho etc. etc.

In the meantime, here's what I'm going to be doing next Saturday night.

And, when the Big Bit was age 7, he said innocently to me, "Mom, my favorite song ever is Roxanne". Oy vey.

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It's Always Something

Funnily enough, this post came on dooce.com yesterday (trust me, it has a link to my weekend activities):

http://www.dooce.com/2008/04/07/woman

Heather (who I don't know though I wish I could) is my "Daily Chuck" link. She is mucho irreverent but funny and very smart. She is the person who graduated from BYU I wish I could have met but haven't. Well, besides Jim McMahon. (see Steve, there's a BEAR HUG!)

As a last link to my 80's weekend, here's the first song that Mr. S. opened with at the concert. Though a fan, this is the first time I heard this tune which came out in 1999 or so. I loved it upon listen.

It really is always something...so I relate.

Forever a Crush

This was the weekend of the Rick Springfield Experience. He was playing in Wendover, so The Husband, Little Bit and I packed our bags and headed for "normal" (sadly, I am saying a border town in Nevada is "normal". Shows you where I am at these days.)


Some background, first, on my crush on Rick Springfield:


First experience:

My age approximately 6 , his age approximately 23, his picture in TigerBeat Magazine. I hadn't even heard the man sing and I fell madly in love. He even beat Donny Osmond and David Cassidy and I had my hair cut like David Cassidy's for heaven's sake.

Second experience:

I first saw him in concert my freshman year of college at the Boise State Pavilion (now, agh the Taco Bell Arena. Reesh). I had 4th row center tickets which I stood in line at Karcher Mall for an hour to get (these were the old days they didn't print the tickets off the computer and you picked the best seats; they already had an assortment assigned to them to sell and 4th row was the best I could get). I paid all of a whopping $15 to see him and thought "Man, they are charging too much for concerts these days!" Ha.

The show was great. I literally still remember a moment when his eyes met mine (or I thought they did, he was probably blinded by the lights and had no clue who was out there, period!) and I was just like "Wow". My heart stopped. I knew how the girls watching the Beatles felt. And, no, I haven't felt like that in any concert since, including seeing Paul McCartney which was GREAT.

Third experience:

Big Bit was 9. We had taken him to Las Vegas for Spring Break. I know, we sound like the worst family ever but HE ASKED TO GO THERE. At that time Vegas was "Family Friendly". There were some amusement parks activities at most/many of the casinos (some of which are still there).

We saw that while we were there we saw that Rick was starring in a show called EFX at the MGM Grand. Had to go! Big Bit, of course, had no idea who this person was. He said "Well, he couldn't be as good as Aaron Carter, Mom." (Eh?)

We were going to dinner at Emeril's Fish House at the MGM before the show. We got there a bit before opening and were hanging around outside waiting to get in. A few lucky folks were admitted early to wait for their tables. The Husband nudged me and said "Don't you know that guy over there?" I looked into Emeril's and yes, there was Rick Springfield, sitting with his family.

We were seated pretty much next to Rick, his wife and boys, but I studiously pretended to ignore them while sneaking glances at him every five seconds. The whole time, Big Bit was nudging me, "Mom! Are you gonna talk to him? I firmly said "No, I'm sure he gets bothered all the time and he should enjoy this meal with his family." I could have kicked myself afterward.

At the end of the show, which was really cool, Big Bit turned to me and announced "Mom, he is even better than Aaron Carter". And I had to say "I told you so!"

Fourth experience:

Concert last night. The man is almost 60 years old and let me tell you, he is, as they say, "hawt". He hasn't lost a step and for the first time in the almost 35 years or so of our "relationship", I laid a hand on him. Twice. He came thatclose and I, as with many of the other ladies in the audience, couldn't help it (and he didn't seem to mind). And no, I didn't grab his butt. I still have a small amount of dignity.

Old Movie Favorites

Another old movie I saw a couple of weeks ago - "VisionQuest". My cousin, the Bear lover and Packer hater, Steve, happens to be the cousin of Shute - the bad guy wrestler in the film (Steve, no reviews on the website for this classic? Heh). Having met the man himself when very young, I was totally impressed someone I "knew" (barely) was in a movie. And, I loved the movie, filmed in Spokane, WA, where I spent a bit of time packing around my little cousins (I barely remember Spokane but I know I liked it and I had fun packing them around!).

At any rate - hadn't seen the movie in years, and had forgotten that once upon a time I owned the soundtrack including this John Waite classic. And yes, I mean that. I love this song. I was so glad to get reminded of it - ran off to ITunes immediately and downloaded it.

Here's to cheesy 80's movies, videos and some great music: