an update... sort of
Ok... I am trying to keep my new resolve to check livejournal more, but I had four tests and a presentation at KSU this week, so I kind of flaked right out of the starting box.
But I am back! Ta da!
Xander turned five on Tuesday. How the hell did that happen? Seriously. He was just learning to walk, then I turned my head to throw a frozen pizza in the oven, and all of a sudden he is a little boy. Sadly, he is a little boy with a 102 degree fever fast asleep under his Iron Man sheets right now.
Piper is officially a toddler. She got her first stitches. She fell at school and split her chin open. But she was a trooper. Her teacher gave her a stuffed cat to hold, and called me. Piper didn't cry once, not even right when she fell, or when she was getting the stitches. That's my girl.
I am still trying to figure out where my willpower went. I have gained almost ten pounds in the last two months. I know a lot of that was comfort eating when Rufus died. And a lot was me eating whatever while I was studying for midterms, but I need to get off my over-expanding hindpots and get back in shape.
And while it is still ten months away, I have started working on design ideas for DragonCon. I have to do it on the cheap this year, so no hard core costumes or the like this year. Going through my fabric stash and seeing what I kind of original stuff I can dream up.
And, because I wasn't on LJ much when the most awesome night of 2010 happened, I am going to share a little story with you all.
So I love the band Great Big Sea. I have loved them for eight years, and they have consistently been my favorite band all this time. Last year, they came to ATL, and Evan got us tickets to go, and the night of the show, I had a 105 degree fever and Evan wouldn't let me go. The bastard. But they came back this past March and Evan and I went and had second row seats and it was the awesome. Not just any awesome. The awesome.
So they started the new album tour in July and were coming just about everywhere in the South except Atlanta, so Evan surprised me by buying me one ticket for a show in Charlotte, NC. Yay! But I had a government exam the next morning. Boo! So I cried a lot because Evan said I couldn't go and miss my test, then I got the bright idea to ask my professor if I could make it up on another day, and wonderfully enough, she said yes. Super Yay!
So I threw my overnight bag in the van, plugged my Ipod full of GBS songs on it into the stereo, and off I went.
I had a fifth row seat in a little tiny venue. Instead of having an opening band, the boys played two full sets, and were on stage for almost three hours. I was like a retarded kid at disney world. It was awesome. (Have I used that word enough in this post yet?) I bought one of the very few GBS albums I didn't have on my way out, and set off to walk back to my car. Because I am a dork,I decided to take a picture of the tour bus when I walked past it. And guess who was just hanging out next to the bus talking to folks. That's right. Alan Doyle. (One of the two lead singers of GBS for those not in the know. One day, I intend to run away with him am make him sing to me every night for the rest of our lives.)
He was super wonderfully friendly, and I didn't make too much of a dork of myself when I was talking to him. He signed my cd and hugged me and let me take a pitiful picture of me with him with my weak camera phone. (It's a crap picture, but hey... It's me looking super cute with Alan Doyle, so I printed it up and stuck it on my pin board above me sewing table.)
Evan won major Husband of the Year Awards for sending me away for the night on my road trip/adventure. Not only did I see a super long concert, which would have been enough to totally tip the scale from awesome to THE AWESOME, but I got to meet Alan. Which just made it too awesome to classify. (I sent Evan the phone picture without telling him I had met him. He asked me if I slipped Alan my room key... Man, I wish I had thought of that... Course, I was staying at the world's seediest hotel, so it was probably for the better. I would have been embarrassed.)
A month and a half later, I still get giddy about it, because... well, I am a dork.
Lets do it
But I am back! Ta da!
Xander turned five on Tuesday. How the hell did that happen? Seriously. He was just learning to walk, then I turned my head to throw a frozen pizza in the oven, and all of a sudden he is a little boy. Sadly, he is a little boy with a 102 degree fever fast asleep under his Iron Man sheets right now.
Piper is officially a toddler. She got her first stitches. She fell at school and split her chin open. But she was a trooper. Her teacher gave her a stuffed cat to hold, and called me. Piper didn't cry once, not even right when she fell, or when she was getting the stitches. That's my girl.
I am still trying to figure out where my willpower went. I have gained almost ten pounds in the last two months. I know a lot of that was comfort eating when Rufus died. And a lot was me eating whatever while I was studying for midterms, but I need to get off my over-expanding hindpots and get back in shape.
And while it is still ten months away, I have started working on design ideas for DragonCon. I have to do it on the cheap this year, so no hard core costumes or the like this year. Going through my fabric stash and seeing what I kind of original stuff I can dream up.
And, because I wasn't on LJ much when the most awesome night of 2010 happened, I am going to share a little story with you all.
So I love the band Great Big Sea. I have loved them for eight years, and they have consistently been my favorite band all this time. Last year, they came to ATL, and Evan got us tickets to go, and the night of the show, I had a 105 degree fever and Evan wouldn't let me go. The bastard. But they came back this past March and Evan and I went and had second row seats and it was the awesome. Not just any awesome. The awesome.
So they started the new album tour in July and were coming just about everywhere in the South except Atlanta, so Evan surprised me by buying me one ticket for a show in Charlotte, NC. Yay! But I had a government exam the next morning. Boo! So I cried a lot because Evan said I couldn't go and miss my test, then I got the bright idea to ask my professor if I could make it up on another day, and wonderfully enough, she said yes. Super Yay!
So I threw my overnight bag in the van, plugged my Ipod full of GBS songs on it into the stereo, and off I went.
I had a fifth row seat in a little tiny venue. Instead of having an opening band, the boys played two full sets, and were on stage for almost three hours. I was like a retarded kid at disney world. It was awesome. (Have I used that word enough in this post yet?) I bought one of the very few GBS albums I didn't have on my way out, and set off to walk back to my car. Because I am a dork,I decided to take a picture of the tour bus when I walked past it. And guess who was just hanging out next to the bus talking to folks. That's right. Alan Doyle. (One of the two lead singers of GBS for those not in the know. One day, I intend to run away with him am make him sing to me every night for the rest of our lives.)
He was super wonderfully friendly, and I didn't make too much of a dork of myself when I was talking to him. He signed my cd and hugged me and let me take a pitiful picture of me with him with my weak camera phone. (It's a crap picture, but hey... It's me looking super cute with Alan Doyle, so I printed it up and stuck it on my pin board above me sewing table.)
Evan won major Husband of the Year Awards for sending me away for the night on my road trip/adventure. Not only did I see a super long concert, which would have been enough to totally tip the scale from awesome to THE AWESOME, but I got to meet Alan. Which just made it too awesome to classify. (I sent Evan the phone picture without telling him I had met him. He asked me if I slipped Alan my room key... Man, I wish I had thought of that... Course, I was staying at the world's seediest hotel, so it was probably for the better. I would have been embarrassed.)
A month and a half later, I still get giddy about it, because... well, I am a dork.
Lets do it