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September 29th, 2008
11:42 am - milwaukee!!!
Hotel: $202.00
Van Rental: 264.00
Gas: $152.00
Holding the laptop while Jenny and Allison do the Thriller Dance in front of the house Michael Jackson grew up in in Gary, Indiana: PRICELESS
MORE COMING SOON!!!
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August 18th, 2008
12:07 am
Well, I just got home from the insanity which is the Kentucky State Fair. We got very hot watching the tiger show (the funnest part being the trainer was obviously despised by the tigers who had much more interest in peeing and then smelling it then they did in performing).
Thus, we decided to go inside where it was cool and ducked into the first room where we realized they were about to start a talent show.
Second thus: a girl came on and sang "Taylor the Latte Boy", no lie. What a teensy tinesy little world ;)
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June 11th, 2008
11:13 pm - Hey Stephanie...
I tried to call you tonight, but your mail box was full and you weren't online. Call me if you need to--anytime.
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May 8th, 2008
11:41 pm - Hey Stephanie!
I haven't managed to catch you (and I didn't make it on the other night when I thought I would :(
But, I just wanted to tell you, I got that book! The dang library was out of it, naturally (they had seven in the system) so I took my $5 coupon to Borders and sprung for a new book for myself!!! So far, it's very cool!!! Thanks for recommending it!
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April 26th, 2008
11:08 pm - Maybe I do like Bogarts better...
Walk organizer ticketed
It's a first for touring pop group Hanson
BY MIKE RUTLEDGE | MRUTLEDGE@NKY.COM
COVINGTON - When pop group Hanson led a walk down Madison Avenue before its April 17 concert at the Madison Theater, it was an Mmm-Bummer for the show's promoter.
The band, known for its 1997 No. 1 single "Mmm-Bop," holds mile-long walks before shows to raise awareness of the HIV/AIDS epidemic and poverty in South Africa. About 100 fans participated here, walking to the Covington Landing site and back.
Nashville promoter Jason Zink, who grew up in Fort Thomas, received a misdemeanor citation for leading the walk without a city permit. The maximum penalty: $250 in fines and 30 days in jail. He must return next month for his court date.
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"This is the 54th city they said they did - and never had to get any kind of permit to do it, have never had any issue," said Zink, of Outback Concerts, which promotes shows nationwide. "The city of Covington apparently are the only folks that are with-it enough to understand the full impact of the Hanson barrage."
"It's a really positive thing," Zink said about Hanson's walks, part of their Walk Tour. "Their message is certainly we can't all save the world, but in our small, individual ways, we should all do what we can - that's certainly a good message for people to hear, and a good thing to have in your community, one would think."
Police Chief Lee Russo said Madison Theater Chief Executive Officer Esther Johnson went to the city about an hour beforehand, seeking a permit.
"There's no way we can respond and deal with the situation, make sure it's going to be a safe environment for these kids who are going to be walking in this," Russo said. "And number two, for the traffic."
Russo, who believes permit applications are due "at least 30 days" in advance, said he decided the 3 p.m. walk should not happen. He met with Johnson and Zink about 30 minutes beforehand, and told them, "If you do this, here's what we plan to do: We will cite the promoter for organizing it, and then doing it."
"They said, 'OK.' We left, they subsequently organized it, let it go," Russo said.
"The walk happens, everything goes great, and about an hour or so later, several Covington police come up and give me a citation for leading a parade through downtown," Zink said. "Their comment was I was told not to do this, but I did it anyway. And if we wanted to play games, then they'd play games."
Zink insists he was not told not to do it. "The comment was, 'We are not going to stop you from doing this, but maybe you want to think about just talking with the crowd in the back parking lot,'" to discuss safety tips, like not crossing against red lights, Zink said.
"I told him we were not authorizing it," Russo said.
"Frank Warnock, the city solicitor, said the same thing: 'We cannot endorse this. If you do it, it's a violation, and you'll be charged.'"
Zink said Russo and Warnock told him "city council members were upset. ... If I were a voter, I probably would be curious to know which of the council members were trying to keep the cute, young girls from spending money in Covington."
Mayor Butch Callery said he had noticed "all these teeny boppers," but said he didn't complain or hear of any city commissioners doing so. He did not realize anyone was cited.
"I definitely have to go to court, and the officer made a point of telling me that if I didn't show up that a bench warrant would be issued for my arrest," Zink said.
"I saw where they just arrested a guy for swimming across the river. I'd probably be careful if I were riding a bike around in Covington - it seems like they have a citation triathlon they're trying to complete."
The band was unavailable to comment Friday.
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March 23rd, 2008
10:53 pm - chapter three!!!
Well, as strange as it is to write this--my webpage has been updated. Chapter three of "The Song Remains the Same" has been posted.
I'm sure that anyone still reading this blog will have already read it (though, it's been a LONG time) but, if you still are interested in that story, it has actually been updated. Here's a link:
http://hansonfiction.com/enlightened/
Maybe it's the start of some writing coming out of my befuddled brain!
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February 22nd, 2008
08:26 am - tour dates
Well, the tour dates went up last night, and I predict a lot of grumpy people (unless they're in Wisconsin...)
Covington is a definite. Yay!
Indy--well, it's a Tuesday and it's a venue with nowhere for a short person to see unless they snag 1st or 2nd row, and since this is Hanson and I am me, there's no way that will happen. So, while it's tempting, I should probably not bother with it. It sucks growing up.
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February 15th, 2008
08:08 am
Well, my birthday came and went this past Monday, and well, God did send some snow my way finally, which was nice.
Um, other than that, I got a spoon rest and a candle from my friend at work. Oh, and back on Feb. 1st, I got an early card from another friend who couldn't remember what day my birthday was actually on, so he just sent it early.
That's about it. Don't bother with making a family, they're way overrated.
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January 14th, 2008
10:21 am - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPHANIE!!!!!
I read so much this weekend, I think I may be able to write something! I hope I catch you on soon--I'm gonna try later today because you said you were off for your birthday.
Hope you're doing something fun, or just laying around watching snow fall (that's what I'm doing right now!)
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December 17th, 2007
11:31 am - I win, I win!!!
So, for like, the last year, my computer has been running like the S word. It was finally at the point where it took 20 seconds for an email to open, and then, last week, it was just giving me blank emails. Not even enough space to get more than the empty virtual envelope. So, I demanded that David fix it. Well, he took the shiny (fairly new) computer he'd set on my desk a month ago, and set me up. Um, which was nice, except the hard-drive was filled up at My Documents in Mid L. So yeah, like half my stuff fit on this thing.
Cut to yesterday: David is in the shower and I answer his cell phone (which I never do) and it's this lady saying, she can't find her password, so she'll have to change her appointment from that day to next week sometime. LIGHTBULB!!!
I waited outside the bathroom and when he came out, I told him I get her spot!!!! No excuses!!! Nobody in front of me. It's my right as your wife to have a semi-working computer!!!!
So, now, he put in some monster hard-drive that has all my stuff and is still nine tenths empty!!! HALLALIEUYAH!!! (or however you spell it...)
So, now I'm hoping I can think of something to write, since I have all this space and stuff....
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November 5th, 2007
09:55 am - I'm feeling poopy...
My big fat cat got hit by a car. He NEVER goes farther from the house than like, 5 feet. How did this even happen? Thank heavens, David found him before me or the kids did. I'm really going to miss the little pain in the butt.
And I'm wracking my brain to come up with a Christmas Story that I promised to write for this year's Hanson Advent Calendar (not mine, thank God) and I'm coming up blank. And not just a little blank. Completely blank. Maybe I can submit a recipe...
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October 22nd, 2007
10:55 am - The opening acts
were good. The first one, which was local, and which I can't remember the name of (sorry!) was fun. They liked to say the word "Hanson" because of the crowd reaction. They played some good songs, and the lead vocalist was female. Is it horrid that that's pretty much all I can remember about them?
( the rest of the story )
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October 21st, 2007
09:59 pm - I finally had to give up on the bathroom
and left the batteryless little Shell station, leaving my fellow pissers behind me. I'm sure you can imagine how delighted I was to find that Coyotes had set up two bright yellow PortaPotties right there next to the line!! Am I too embarassed to pull my pants down two feet away from my fellow fans? Hell no, I'm not. I could hear them talking and stuff, but the emptying of my bladder was so sweet, that I didn't really care if they could hear me as well. No beans anyway, so all was right with the world (except the lack of batteries and a fake ID...)
Back to the line. Somewhere during the walk we'd discovered friends, and we'd all gotten in line together. Allison had a meet n greet (which should have been reporter, but that's another rant altogether) so she had to wait up front with her fellow winners. We missed her, but we were happy she was finally going to get that formal meeting with the guys. We had about three hours to wait before the doors opened, so we kind of settled in for the wait. I decided to call my friend Mark who was going to be taking one of the free tickets I won. He asked me if I would be upset if he skipped the show because some crazyness had come up. We had time to find a replacement person, so no worries. That's when we got the idea...
Chelsea has a friend named Cory and he's an all around sweetie. They'd wanted to get together like, a week previous, but his car broke down, etc etc and it just never happened. So, I said, hey, why don't you call Cory and see if he wants to come to the show. He's even 18, so no problem on that front. So, she called him. He said he'd love to come, but he'd have to go home and freshen up--"Gotta look good for the Hanson show!" One last try, we asked if he knew anyone who was over 18, that looked anything like Chelsea that he could borrow their ID. He didn't. Rats. However, for some unknown reason, she asked him where he was at that moment, and he just happened to be in our neighborhood, very close to the KFC where Katy's sister worked. He said he'd swing in there and see if he could pick up her ID and we promised we'd get it back to her before her shift was over at 2 a.m. Ick--I'm glad I don't work at KFC! Well, as Ella tells us fairly often, Our God Is An Awesome God, and behold! She was there! And he got the ID! Halelujiah!!! Sometimes, god lets us do slightly illegal things so that we can do awesome, wonderful things. I chalk it up to good living ;) Now that I said that, I should probably go to confession or something (I don't want to be struck by lightning or anything...)
Well, to make a long story short, hahahahahah, Cory got there, we let him in line (and not one person bitched us out for it, at least not that we heard) and soon after, the security guys passed by to ask us to get into two lines. Now, I've seen this turn into absolute chaos and battle royale at other shows, but as I've said, for some reason, this show was pretty much 100% drama free. The red (and yellow and orange and purple...) sea parted, and we were all miraculously in two lines and very soon after the line began to move. Laura's ID didn't look nearly as much like Chelsea as I'd let myself believe, so we were all crossing our fingers and hoping that the guy wasn't looking too closely at ID's. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, he wasn't. He was studying the math it seems, without really looking from photo to person handing him said photo. We made it. We got in, went to the will call and got Cory's ticket, then, a strange thing happened. They asked the name of the person who'd be picking up the second ticket and I looked around for Melanie and she was nowhere. Her friend was using the second one and she'd be getting there later. So, I had to tell the totally confused woman I didn't know the name of the person who'd be picking up the second ticket. I really felt sorry for her. HansonShow=Insanity, as we all know. She just looked so...worn. I asked if I could come back in a little bit and give her the name, and she said, "ok" in this defeated sort of way. Poor lady. So, I went inside and searched for Melanie and finally managed to find her via cell phone. Let it be known that it's REALLY REALLY REALLY loud in Coyotes. I went back and told the lady, and she was a little bit glad. But just a little.
Then it was that magical time in any Hanson show when you decide where you're going to stand. I'll never ever ever ever ever have front row, so that's never even a consideration. What we always look for (being midgets and all) is the highest place in the venue, that still has a good view of the stage. Close is good, unobstructed is a must though.
1. Checked out in back of the light booth (works in Cincy and Chicago), but not good at Coyotes (the room is flat and too far back)
2. Checked out the side (Taylor side). No way--piano totally blocks view of stage.
3. Checked out Isaac side. VOILA!! We have a winner! Only about five girls standing so far and it's a bar, sort of, to lean on. Added bonus, unbeknownst to us at the time: right behind the handicapped section so not many tall people standing right in front of us!
Now we just had to make it 'til showtime, through two opening acts, and then the insanely long wait for Hanson to hit the stage. Why does it take so long, anyway? I was glad I'd found that porta potty, cuz when I find my spot, that's all there is. I stick to it. Well, actually, this time, that's not entirely true.
As I said before (way back in part one of this crazy diatribe) Chelsea's birthday is the 25th, so less than two weeks 'til her birthday. We see a girl in a totally cool gray t-shirt, and Chelsea says, Mom, buy that for me for my birthday!!! So, it hadn't gotten crowded yet, so Gina and Chelsea spread their feet out a bit to keep my spot, and I head for the merchandise stand.
Jesus, Joseph and Mary. There was a woman and her daughter in front of me. I'm sorry, but it was just ridiculous, the whole thing. There were two girls at the merch booth, neither of whom appear to be Hanson related. Hmmmm....what's up with that? They must be related by marriage, that's the only explanation. But on to the lady and her kid. No kidding, they asked to see every size of every shirt design up there. They held each one up to themselves then discussed the pros and cons. "Oh, I don't know, that one would make me look fat." "No it wouldn't, it's long so you could tuck it in your jeans." "You think so?" "Oh, yeah. Lemme show ya." blahblahblah blah. My gosh, it went on and on. I'm telling you, if this had been Chicago, there would have been blood spilled. Finally, they decide on 83 dollars worth of stuff, including posters, keychains, playing cards, everything. Then, her credit card declines. Ugh. Then, it takes both of the merch. girls to try and figure it out. Let me help: she doesn't have enough money in the bank to cover it. Next!!! But, instead, they keep trying and trying, but wow, it just keeps saying "decline". No birthday is worth this, someone could be stealing my spot right this second!!!! Back to the front, and I'll just get the dang shirt later!!! (famous last words).
Wow, it's midnight again, and I still haven't gotten to the music. Ah well, I'm getting there!!! Catch ya tomorrow! (I'm off work, so I'm telling the truth this time, I think!)
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October 15th, 2007
11:20 pm - Waking up on show day...
was a non-event.
I was still pissed at Chelsea for being so bleh about it all. I'd convinced myself a week or so before that it wasn't happening anyway, and I came home from Florida with an attitude and a kidney infection. Let it be known, that Florida hates my kidneys. I wonder if 12 hours in the car has anything to do with that?
Anyway--I got up and took the whiny babies to school (that would be my kids) and told Chelsea to make 1000% certain that she gave them the note so she could leave early. I was picking her up at two. (unfortunately, back when I'd thought the show would be cancelled, I'd said I'd work my regular shift, so I was lucky to manage to get out of there at 1:30).
On a side note, we got in the Grinch action figures at work that day, and I bought the whole set!! YeeHaaaaw!! (and they aren't those stupid liveactionmovie crappy ones either).
So, 1:30 rolls around and I leave as my co-workers razz me. I get to Chelsea's school, go inside and tell them I need to pick up my daughter. A random boy standing there says, what's her name, and I tell him. He says he would have known even if I hadn't told him because we look so alike. "Hmmm," I reply, "now we know what Chelsea will look like when she's ancient." Haha! He thinks I'm funny.
By about 2, we're leaving the parking lot (having to go over the curb because of the dumbass woman who parked her car in front of mine, blocking the driveway for everyone else.) Um, hello!!!!? HANSON!!!!! Move your fucking car!!!!!!
I'm speeding my way North towards downtown, and I think maybe we have one more chance to grab an ID for Chelsea. Laura (Katy's sister) works at KFC (poor girl) so we swing in the parking lot to see if she's there. She's not. We're screwed. I inform her once again, that if she doens't get in, that's too bad, and I just hope she doesn't get mugged walking to the car by herself and don't be late picking me up, either!! Gosh, it almost makes me sad that MY Mom never took me to any concerts...
On the way there, we pray to the Gods that Hanson are as late for the walk (why the hell did they decide to do the Louisville one at 2 and not 3 like everybody else!?)
Now, I've passed Coyotes at least once a week for the whole of my adult life. That's a long time. Today, it's eluding me. Finally, we see some "hanson girls". It's so funny that we can always spot them. We call Melanie and she says they're about to start walking. AAUUGGGHHH!! We hurry and park in the third lot we come to (the others are full or the empty spots say something lame like, reserved for monthly paying shithead or something). We start running. We realize we forgot to pay. We run back. I realize exactly how old I am and stop, telling Chelsea to go on without me...........then, I sort of walk to meet her. My God, is there ANYTHING else in the whole world that I would do this stuff for? Anything?
We look ahead a couple blocks and see a mass of people (all Hanson girls from the looks of them) crossing the street. We run again. We catch up as the last person disappears behind a building. We made it. We're on The Walk.
The Walk moves quickly, let me tell you. I hadn't really and truly caught my breath from the infamous not-paying-the-parking-lot-box thing. But, we just stayed in there, and eventually, we were passing up the laggers. Some of who were in wheelchairs. I was about to ask a girl if I could push her, when someone else beat me to it. My goodness, that is just amazing. It says something for Hanson fans, and their friends.
I know we've all been reading posts by people complaining that people are shoving and all that, but honestly, I think they are probably trying to walk right next to Taylor the whole way or something. NO ONE pushed me, or shoved me or was anything but awesome during the whole thing. I saw a few people rushing past to try and catch up, but so what? I got a little tingly when Zac brushed past me on the way back. We're fans, that's how we even KNOW about this thing. Cut 'em some slack. (that doesn't mean I'd condone totally batshit people, who I realize are out there). I just hate to hear how horrid Hanson fans are all the time, when it's really such a tiny little number of us who are like that. As Grandma said, one bad apple and all that...
It's about that time we realized Chelsea's camera had dead batteries in it. Um, once again, a lack of thought. This is the girl who snapped 179 pictures of Ella on the way back from Chicago. She takes at least that many of herself every day (myspace and all that you know). I resigned myself to shelling out ten bucks for two AA batteries at a gas station or wherever.
We were walking along and I look down and see a girl taking a shot of people's feet walking by, and I think, oh man, that's so cool. That'll be great! And then I realize, it's Allison!!! YAY!! And a few steps up is Melanie!! Then we spot Gina!! Wooo-Hoooo!!!!
Melanie informs us that she and her friend took a dive early on. Mel's jeans took a beating, but it's nothing like her friend's elbow. OUCH!!! Luckily, I carry band-aids (when you have kids, you'll understand). I ask if she needs little ones, or giant size. We look at it and decide on the giant size. I think she loves me.
We get to the end of the walk (hey, I'm noticing I keep changing tense on this--that always bugs me, so sorry!!) and we stop in front of Coyotes where Taylor gives us a thank-you-sales-pitch-you're-awesome sort of speech. He's a keeper. I'm telling you, if he'd run for president, he'd win. Then, he seems to disappear--I'm not sure where he went, but he did. Then, there's a little crowd gathering, and we look to see what it is. It's Rebecca and she's stamping hands. So, we stick our hands in, and we get a little "OK" stamped on us. Now, I expected there to be this big rush of people heading for the line, but they just seem to meander around like they're waiting for something else to happen. Did they think the guys would come back out or something? In any event, I didn't think that was likely to happen, so I got in the line. We were informed by the staff at the venue that campers would be going in first, so if you have a number on your hand, get in line. Which is cool. I don't mind that at all, it's fair. (of course, we all know that at some other shows, "campers" didn't actually camp, they just left all their dirty old crap on the sidewalk to keep their golden spot in line). This time, none of that crap seemed to be happening. Anyway, we found ourselves pretty darn close to the front of the line! It was pretty unbelievable.
Of course, the usual line tomfoolery begins as we get to know the folks in front of and behind us. I swear, I didn't get a single name, but I felt like I'd known them forever by the time the doors opened. Hello to the awesomely wonderful girls behind us (one of whom has a sister dating a bum named Carl)!
I held our spot in line and sent Chelsea across the street to the Office Depot like place to buy batteries. Hmmm, it seems it was an office furniture place and only had desks and chairs and stuff. Haha!!!
Still no batteries. Since I've been chugging water for days to battle my kidneys, I had to use the bathroom. So, I decided to go to the pawn shop across the street and see if they had batteries and a potty. Well, though they sell several thousand types of electronic device, they don't sell batteries. The guy there looks at me and says, "You know, we really should, shouldn't we?" I say, "Yeah, you'd make a killing." Maybe that's what I should have been--a small business consultant. I'm just so fricking logical. It's a curse, really...
On to the gas station. The poor people have that look in their eyes. You all know the look. It's the look of someone who's been dealing with Hanson Girls for two days. There's a line in front of a door that says "employees only". I go and stand in the line. And stand, and stand. Whoever the hell was in that bathroom had passed out or something. I asked the guy at the front of the line if he was sure there was anyone in it. He assured me there was. We wait some more. I say, "Do you think they are passed out or something?" What I really wanted to say was what my mother would always say to me if I stayed to long "Did she shit a tiger and it ate her?" But, I didn't. That kind of stuff scares people who aren't from goofy families that say stuff like that. When I was younger, and I was looking for something and couldn't find it, my Grandma would say "Your head's a sheep's butt and you can't see out for the wool." Who thinks up this stuff? Here's another: "You can get used to anything, even chicken shit in your hat." Maybe I can google these things and find out where they came from...sorry, I'm rambling!!!
Damn! It's after midnight, and I still haven't gotten to the doors opening! I'll write more tomorrow! And maybe there'll even be some music in this review!
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October 13th, 2007
10:39 am - Nooow, I remember...
why I adore Hanson.
It's been so long since I wrote anything, I guess I'll just go with the basic chronological order on this review...
A couple months ago: Hanson announces a Louisville date. I grumble because it's at goofy Coyotes (a country honky-tonk of the highest order), tell Chelsea that unfortunately, she'll be too young to get in, so she needs to get an ID to borrow from a friend who's going to be at least 18 by then--preferably one that looks a little like her. She seems to understand the process (especially since we went through the same thing with a Teddy Geiger show back in the summer). We're all good.
A month ago: We have tickets in hand by now, and I remind Chelsea about the ID issue. She's on it.
3 weeks ago: Re-remind Chelsea about the ID issue. Yeah, she's on it.
2 weeks ago: LEO (Louisville Eccentric Observer) has an ad for the show saying to enter a contest to win tickets, and a second one to text the word "party" (do what?) to a number to win a VIP package including two tickets to the show, dinner for two, a limo ride, and a meet 'n greet. We can no longer text because the kids can't seem to get through to their friends that everytime they text "hi" or "what up dickhead" that it costs us money, so that feature has been cut off. I enter, and have Sonya enter as well (making a little phone call to our sales rep there, just to remind him that we reeeealy like Hanson). Rerere-remind Chelsea about ID. SHE'S ON IT!
10 days ago (or something like that--too late to do the math) we pack up to go to Florida and hear that Isaac is ill. I'm sad and I figure there's a 128% chance the show will be cancelled. I break the news to Sonya and she makes other plans (it's her husbands birthday anyway...)
6 days ago I randomly check Hanson.net and find out that Isaac is virtually indestructible (Yay, Isaac!) and has gone right back out on tour. Whoa, the show that isn't has become the show that is again. Rererere-remind Chelsea that the ID thing is getting really important now. "Alright!!! Dang!"
4 days ago, Chelsea, Atticus and I make the trek back home from Florida leaving David there to finish up some chores and fish himself to death. About 30 miles outside of Nashville, the tire blows all to hell. For some reason, we were in the slow lane so, it's all good. Until we attempt to find the jack. We call David via cell phone (he's in the middle of the ocean) and he informs us it's under the seat in the back. We find it and discover it's about as big around as my pinky (the handle part) and the other thing is about like, a paper towel roll, only shorter. Somehow, I'm supposed to be able to use these two things to jack up a two zillion pound 4 wheel drive Jeep SUV. I look back, thankful that Atticus is now like, 6 feet and always letting me know how strong he is.
Within 45 seconds I realize Atticus (at six feet tall) is nothing but a big baby. Plan B: Mommy will figure this out. After three aborted attempts (one which seems to actually bend the underneath of the car) I have Chelsea call AAA. "How do you do that?" *sigh*
AAA--"Someone will be there within 30 to 45 minutes"
Chelsea: "Okay."
Me: "Oh man, it's 99 thousand degrees. But, whatever, we gotta get it."
1 hour and 20 minutes later after having to get out the portable DVD player to keep the little babies happy (Supernatural Season two) I call.
Me: "Um, what happened to 30 to 45 minutes? We're going on an hour and a half and I'm going to run out of oxygen here. What am I paying you for?"
AAA--"Let me check, ma'am." Let it be known that I HATE to be called Ma'am.
Me: Whatever.
3 minutes later--
AAA: "He should be pulling up any second."
Me--look in rear view mirror and see twenty-something, shaved head fart with a big old fountain drink get out of his truck. "Yeah, ok, he's here. Thanks." (no exclaimation point for you!!!!)
I get out, ask him if jacks like this are actually supposed to work. He informs me they actually do and I really want to hit him with it and act surprised at how well it really does work. But, I don't. I watch him with his fancy jack (with the up and down, sensible handle). He has to put it like three different places before it works, but soon we're in business. He takes off the old tire (we'd already gotten the lugs off :) It rolls down in the ditch and he says "Go chase that for me."
WTF??? I do him the biggest favor anyone has or ever will do for him and pretend I don't hear him.
Fast forward to 2 days ago:
Leo informs me I've won two Hanson tickets!!! Of course, I'd already purchased two long ago (gotta support my band).
Craziness ensues as Sonya and I decide who to give our three extra tickets to (the ho hadn't bought hers yet!!)
1 day before show:
Me: "Chelsea, did you get Laura's ID?" (Laura is her friend Katy's sister. She's 19 and has long dark hair and brown eyes and isn't a giant--it's a good match)
Chelsea: "No."
Me: "What do you mean 'no'?"
Chelsea: "Katy didn't call me back."
Me: "!@$%#@^&)((*&^$%$@."
And I thought I was a lazy procrastinator. Ha! I have nothing on my daughter!!
NEXT ENTRY: SHOW DAY!!!!!!
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August 28th, 2007
08:14 am - Captain America strikes again--
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=90C546B420769864
Captain America has done it again--this is a fantastic video. I don't know about you, but I think I was in need of it! Makes me remember what it is I love about these guys...
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August 14th, 2007
08:29 pm - My Ultimate Hanson mix...
Now, of course, you know, this is only good for today. Tomorrow, it could be totally different...but probably, it'd be at least, very similar.
Ultimate Hanson Mix
Wake Up
Down
Rip It Up
Ain’t No Sunshine
Teach Your Children
Penny & Me
Crazy Beautiful
Every Word I Say
Cried
Runaway Run
You Never Know
Lost Without Each Other
Get Up and Go
Hey
Fire On the Mountain
Something Going Round
Tearing It Down
Been There Before
Georgia
The Great Divide
Dirrty
Bonus Track: MmmBop ;)
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August 13th, 2007
08:29 am - My family tree, and the wedding...
I'm not sure how I never became an alcoholic. I toyed with overdrinking between the ages of 16 and 20. Pee'd in a few front yards, got in a car with 5 football players (thank you God for getting me out of that one intact), had a hangover or two. But basically, it never really interested me. Sort of, been there, done that. The same with drugs. I like sleep too much for that. But, the more I hear about my great uncles and grandparents and everyone else in the fam, the more I'm amazed that I'm seemingly normal.
All this seems to be on my mother's side of the family, as my father was straight as could be. I guess criminals have to keep their wits about them, or they spend a lot of time in jail. Also, I think making moonshine made anything pertaining to alcohol feel a little too much like work.
We went to a wedding this weekend. It was at Greenriver Lake. On a houseboat. Everyone wore shorts and t-shirts with their swimsuits on underneath. The bride and groom took off on a jetski and came back with a big old catfish. Seriously, I couldn't make this stuff up!
There was a slide on the back of the boat, and grown men (my husband included) were finding more and more novel ways of going off it. Lots of bruises and scrapes the morning after. We stayed in two cabins. Ours was the kid one. Sheesh. Seven kids is a lot. Chelsea had just purchased the third book in a trilogy she's crazy over, so she was totally unsociable until she'd finished. Atticus played his guitar and wow'ed everyone. Then, he played emcee for a rousing game of "Name that Tune" in which he played his MP3 player via headphones. Everyone was drunk as a skunk so they were all hunched over these headphones trying to listen and be the first to guess the song and artist, and of course, there'd be the occassional sing along. "SKYNNRD!!!! Sweeet Hooome AlaBAma!!!"
Good times--if I could post pictures (I'm too stupid), I'd post a bunch of pics of people's faces just as they hit the water!
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August 4th, 2007
06:41 pm - Geez...
I always thought as my kids got older, I'd have more spare time. Well, let me tell you--that's a big joke that old people pull on you so you'll give them grandchildren.
I'm not sure exactly what I've been doing. But it's not been writing, or reading (other than Harry Potter, which I do late at night, or at work on break...).
The tour news sort of was anti-climactic. I guess we get ready, get excited, get bored waiting, and then when it finally happens, it's like, hmmm...they're actually giving us some dates. I'm going to Louisville, but money matters and just a lack of time and energy are going to keep me from taking any road trips this time. It's pretty sad. I'm hoping my malaise (is that the right word?) is temporary. I haven't even managed to print a flyer or anything else, let alone traipse all over the University of Louisville, et al to promote anything.
On a bright note, Harry Potter was fantastic, if a little bittersweet because it's the end of it all.
That's it, just thought I'd let you guys know I'm not dead or anything ;)
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July 15th, 2007
08:54 pm - Went to see The Police last night...
at Churchill Downs. Pretty bizarre, just because of that.
On the way in, an older woman was out front selling bottles of water for a dollar. "If you pay 200 dollars for a ticket, you don't want to pass out and miss it--water a dollar a bottle!!" I should have listened to her, a bottle of water inside was $4 dollars!!! Of course, they would have made me throw my dollar bottle away anyhow--I just thought it was interesting.
They were awesome of course. I had 90 dollar tickets, which meant, I wasn't in the up front section (those were like 225 bucks), but I wasn't in the back with the merely-60 dollar peeps. The stage was HUGE. No, I mean, huge like I've never seen before. Ridiculously huge. They looked tiny up there. Thank God for those big screens all over the place. They sounded killer--and Stuart Copeland has lost nothing over the years--still the best rock drummer ever.
Still, I sort of felt like I was in a place with 35,000 strangers, rather than 7 or 800 friends. Hanson shows are always better, no matter what. And I totally realize, it's because the audience is so awesome. So, here's to US!!!
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