The only thing on the bucket list has now been done.
On Saturday, my sister and I went to the Garth Brooks concert at Phillips Arena.
It was awesome.
I've wanted to see Garth Brooks live since I knew what a music concert was. So, basically, all my life. He's also the only artist I've ever thought, "I want to go to a concert." I don't care about anyone else. The last time he was in Atlanta was when I was 10 so there's no way I was going to see him then. I had to settle for his Double Live CD, which I listened to a lot. Which is actually saying something because I don't really like the quality of "live recordings."
It's pretty much the only item on my bucket list. So imagine my excitement when he not only announced he was doing a world tour, but that he was coming to Atlanta.
My sister decided we'd take MARTA. This would make it the second time I've been on MARTA even though I've lived in the area all my life. We don't go to metro Atlanta we avoid it like a plague.
So yeah. I had a good weekend.
The kitten, Ceres, is doing well. Dusk hates her, but Dusk pretty much hates anything that comes into her space. I'll be so happy when the kitten finally starts eating because she's starting to fight the bottle, but she doesn't understand eating like an adult cat. We're presently at this unhappy state where my hands are covered in tiny tiny claw marks. She does, for the most part, grasp the concept of the litter box. There are accidents but she usually goes in the box.
My family doesn't like the name Ceres. My mother can't seem to be able to say it. They keep trying to get me to name it other things. My brother wants to call her Cob---because Ceres is the goddess of corn (therefore Corn on the COB) and also because it's short for cobwebs, since we found her under the house. Then my brother and sister both think I should give it a name starting with M, since she's got the typical tabby cat "M" on her forehead. She's got a calico coloring, with tabby like markings. I found this makes her a "caliby."
Anyway where was I.
Oh yes, the want me to name her something other than Ceres.
I'm just all like, I bottle feed this tiny creature at least three, four times a day, if I want to call it Turd Face I have a RIGHT to call it Turd Face.
...Not that I'm going to call her Turd Face.
It was awesome.
I've wanted to see Garth Brooks live since I knew what a music concert was. So, basically, all my life. He's also the only artist I've ever thought, "I want to go to a concert." I don't care about anyone else. The last time he was in Atlanta was when I was 10 so there's no way I was going to see him then. I had to settle for his Double Live CD, which I listened to a lot. Which is actually saying something because I don't really like the quality of "live recordings."
It's pretty much the only item on my bucket list. So imagine my excitement when he not only announced he was doing a world tour, but that he was coming to Atlanta.
My sister decided we'd take MARTA. This would make it the second time I've been on MARTA even though I've lived in the area all my life. We don't go to metro Atlanta we avoid it like a plague.
So yeah. I had a good weekend.
The kitten, Ceres, is doing well. Dusk hates her, but Dusk pretty much hates anything that comes into her space. I'll be so happy when the kitten finally starts eating because she's starting to fight the bottle, but she doesn't understand eating like an adult cat. We're presently at this unhappy state where my hands are covered in tiny tiny claw marks. She does, for the most part, grasp the concept of the litter box. There are accidents but she usually goes in the box.
My family doesn't like the name Ceres. My mother can't seem to be able to say it. They keep trying to get me to name it other things. My brother wants to call her Cob---because Ceres is the goddess of corn (therefore Corn on the COB) and also because it's short for cobwebs, since we found her under the house. Then my brother and sister both think I should give it a name starting with M, since she's got the typical tabby cat "M" on her forehead. She's got a calico coloring, with tabby like markings. I found this makes her a "caliby."
Anyway where was I.
Oh yes, the want me to name her something other than Ceres.
I'm just all like, I bottle feed this tiny creature at least three, four times a day, if I want to call it Turd Face I have a RIGHT to call it Turd Face.
...Not that I'm going to call her Turd Face.