Friday, March 28, 2008

Two Words

SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yeah, I'm on spring break. No kiddos for a week. Going to Florida. Gonna pig out on seafood. Gonna lay out on the beach. Gonna do nothing else. HELLZ YEAH!

Okay, I got that out. I feel validated. =)

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Horton Hears a.....zzzzzz

We took our little one to see his second big time movie in the theater this weekend. Horton Hears a Who. Except he didn't make it to the end. He fell asleep about 2/3 of the way through. Talk about an expensive nap!

3 tickets to the movies: $21
Popcorn and a drink: $9
Glancing over during the movie to see your son sound asleep on Daddy: priceless

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Big Time Poopy!

For those of you who are not parents, this will mean nothing to you. You will shrug your shoulders and think I'm crazy. I'm not. Trust me.

MY SON WENT POOPY ON THE POTTY!!!

That's right. My 2 1/2 year old little boy took a deuce on the big people throne. I could not be prouder. I was jumping around, squeezing the life out of the poor guy, and telling him over and over how proud I was of him.

Tomorrow we go to Lowe's to buy him the bowling set game he wanted so badly.

YEAH FOR MY LITTLE ONE!

Politeness

I'm not sure if that's even a word, but it is now if it wasn't before. Politeness is not something we commonly see in today's society, especially from teens and preteens. They seem to think the world is theirs and it owes them something, and all us adults should bow down on our hands and knees and thank them for allowing us to occupy their space.

I was witness to preteen politeness yesterday, and I was pleasantly shocked.

I was in a gas station buying some apple juice for my son since I had forgotten to bring some from home. There was a long line of people waiting, and a young black boy of about 10 or 11 got into a different line. At the time he stepped up, there was an attendant there, but she was just restocking the lottery tickets. He just stood there quietly and patiently waiting his turn. I thought to myself "I'm going to let him go in front of me." Well, I didn't get the chance, because the young man in front of me (he was about 25, why do I call him young like I'm ancient at 30? Whatever. I digress) told him that he could cut in front of him. The young preteen says "Thank you." He then looks at me and the other three people in line behind me and says, "if that's okay with all of you." WHAT?! WOW!

25 year old guy and I lock eyes and just smile and shrug. I kind of laugh and say, "Polite young man. You don't see that very often." 25 year old guy smiles and nods his head in agreement.

I smiled the rest of the day because of that little guy. There is hope for our young ones.

Friday, March 07, 2008

What's In a Name?

I have never told you my name, nor will I now, but I will tell you my name is long and can be shortened in a variety of ways. I have gone by a nickname for most of my life. I started going by this nickname in 5th grade because there was another girl in the class by the same full name, and one of us had to pick a new name. I was excited then. I liked my nickname.

Don't get me wrong, I still like my nickname. Most of the people I love call me by this nickname. However, when I started my new job, I saw an opportunity to go by my full name. I like my full name. Scratch that. I love my full name. It's beautiful. And it makes me feel a little more sophisticated and grown up versus my nickname.

I'm not bothered when someone calls me by my nickname, but what I am bothered by is when people automatically shorten my full name without asking. I introduced myself to the entire teaching staff as my full name. For months, I was called by my full name. I was really growing to adore it.

Now recently, I'm my nickname again. No one told these people to call me by my nickname. I never signed any emails with my nickname. Nothing. Why then are they using the shortened version? What gives them the right to give me a new name? If you were introduced to someone, and he said his name was Robert, would you reply "Nice to meet you, Bob"? No, of course not. That would be rude and presumptuous.

I feel like I'm stuck. I want my real, full, God-given name back, but how do I retrieve it? I can't very well march into work on Monday and say "Don't call me ____. My name is _________." Or can I?

I'm sure I could, but knowing my gargantuan fear of confrontation, I think I've lost my name.

Sad, I was growing used to it. It feels like I've lost a little piece of myself.

Monday, March 03, 2008

JB Is Amazing

So I promised an update about my wonderful James Blunt, so here it goes. I am sure this will take more than one sitting to write. =) (Just so you know, I started this on 2-25. Ha ha)

We got to the theater at 5:30. The doors did not open for another half hour, but since the seating was General Admission, we wanted to make sure we got good seats, so we arrived early. There were already about 100 people in line, but it could have been worse. And honestly, I wouldn't have been able to stand out there longer than I did. It was only about 20 degrees outside, and I was frozen to the core by the time they let us in.

We were lucky to be standing in line behind a woman that knew the theater well. In fact, she had just been there the week before for a different concert. She told us that there were no seats on the lower level--it was standing room only. Since the concert did not start until 7:30, and dear JB would most likely not be on until 8:30 or 9, we decided not to stand for 3 and a half hours waiting. Instead, we wanted balcony seats. Somewhere we could still see James (hopefully) but be seated and comfortable throughout the night. These women, Sarah and Caroline, wanted to go get dinner, so they asked us to save seats for them. In return they'd buy us a drink. No-brainer, right?

So they finally open the doors at 6, which is good because I'm a popsicle by now. They have guys separate from girls to be patted down. Well, you can imagine how many men were at a James Blunt concert--not many. I bet there was only one male to every four females. So my husband got into the theater way before me. I assumed we'd be far back in a big huge theater. Not so. I ran up the stairs once I finally got in and saw him sitting in the 5th row of the balcony. And the theater was not nearly as big as I thought. We could still clearly see the stage. I knew I'd get a good look at my JB.

Sara Barellis (or however you spell her name) was the opening act. She was very good; better than the song on the radio makes her out to be. But this post is not about Sara. It's about James.

So out comes James at 9. I've been waiting to see him since 5:30. I am PUMPED. He was absolutely, fantastically amazing. The man has a wonderful voice, but he can really perform as well. He connects with the audience, and he allows us to see the passion he has put into each and every song.

One of the first songs he sang is a favorite of mine:

I really want you to really want me but I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right but I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does and often dictates that you can't do that
But fate can't break this feeling inside; it's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you-ooo
I really want you, nooooooow
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting throu-ough
And you're listening to the sound....of my breaking hea-aa-art

He got louder and louder each time he sang that chorus. It was very powerful. I love it.

A few songs later, JB went to sit at the piano. The entire crowd erupted in screams because we knew that meant "Goodbye My Lover" was next. He told a story about how a survey was done, and "You're Beautiful" was the number one song played at weddings, and "Goodbye My Lover" was the most played song at funerals. He joked about finding songs for other occasions such as Bar Mitzvahs. He did say that the next song was for divorces. It's titled "I'll Take Everything." Everyone chuckled.

And then the moment came. After "I'll Take Everything," James played the first few notes of "Goodbye My Lover" and the crowd exploded and then quieted just as fast. The audience is totally silent during this song. It's quite eerie in a way, but wonderful because all you hear is James's heart-wrenching voice and his fingers hitting the keys of the piano (and then later pounding them).

Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me.....

During the second verse of this chorus, James was pounding on the piano like a madman and singing/screaming to his hearts content. If I were closer, I would have looked for tears running down his cheeks. Then just as suddenly, he quiets to the point where you must strain to hear him sing:

I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bear my soul in time
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

This is when everyone sings the chorus while JB just plays the piano for us. It was fantastic.

"Shine On" was performed amazingly as well. He changed it up a bit with long pauses in the middle, which made everyone scream with anticipation. He is such a goofball with all the funny faces he makes as he sings. I think that makes me love him even more since I am such a dorky dingus as well.

Whoever sets up the lighting for this show is a genius. The backdrops are amazing. I can't even explain most. But my favorite was the back-projection camera. They are small cameras on the mics, and they projected the images on a big screen behind the band. You could see James right up close, singing to his heart's content, as well as his band members jamming along. It was a fantastic idea. I captured a few nice pictures on my phone so I can see my JB at anytime.

I have several songs of his recorded on my phone. They aren't the best quality, but at least I have my Jamesy on my phone, live, anytime I want to listen to him. I recorded my favs: "I Really Want You," "Goodbye My Lover," "Shine On," and "You're Beautiful."

It was a night to remember. I love James Blunt. I really adore him. Seeing him live just makes me fall deeper in love with him than I thought possible. Live music is just the best.