Finally!
It's not the best quality, but at least it's something! It was magical from the second row! Around the 5 minute mark is when it starts getting really fun.
Otherworldly
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Ahh Sunday. It was a good day. One of those truly good days from start to finish. Took our time getting to Nashville. Arrived around 5:00 and had dinner before heading over to the venue. Went straight to will call to pick up the tickets with the venue change after the flood and all I was a little nervous about the tickets being there. Alas, they were there and all was super. We waited in line for about half an hour to be the first few in line for the merch stands. Love my shirt. Van said it must have been made just for me.
The quacking best ever doesn’t even really convey how awesome our seats were. Just as I could never ever get across how amazing the entire show was. Van, bless her, was teary almost every song. We had awesome seat neighbors. The girl beside me was the best of them all. She was probably in her late 30s, dressed to the nines with her glass of wine. I thought she would be one of those who sat motionless through the entire thing and then just stands up to stiffly leave when its over. Ha! She was awesome. She and I could barely keep it in the seats. Her crazy dancin’ was encouraging my crazy dancin’ and we were just two crazies breakin it down in our own crazy ways. Vans neighbor was a guy in his late 20s probably who was easily pegged as a hard core like us. He was smiling the entire time and pounding his fists on his legs with vigor.
This is the third time I’ve had such awesome seats to see Ray and didn’t bring my camera. I always regret it a tinge but am always glad I didn’t. I just can’t see me with a camera in Rays face snapping away. That’s just not his way and I wouldn’t want to disrespect him that way.
Every song was amazing. He sounded wonderful and came back out for one more which was also specially just for me....Jolene.
We decided to leave after Ray and not stay for David Gray, which I only partially regret. It was late already and with a 3 hour drive we bailed. I saw what I came to see. Sooo we went on a mad hunt for someone up top to give our tickets to. I was so excited about making someones night that I was running up the steps toward the top like a mad woman. We picked a couple two rows from the very top in the very back. They were so cute. I asked them if they were big David Gray fans and they looked at us all confused but then I told them that we had two second row seats right in the dead center and we were leaving if they wanted them. They asked if I was serious. YES!! I think I was more excited for them than they were for themselves! I know that excitement to sit that close to someone you love. So they jumped up and ran towards the floor! Yay! I hope they enjoyed David’s show as much as I enjoyed Ray’s show. It definitely ended the night on a high. Not that I could really get any higher.
I found a couple videos from the show...
Like Rock and Roll and Radio
The quacking best ever doesn’t even really convey how awesome our seats were. Just as I could never ever get across how amazing the entire show was. Van, bless her, was teary almost every song. We had awesome seat neighbors. The girl beside me was the best of them all. She was probably in her late 30s, dressed to the nines with her glass of wine. I thought she would be one of those who sat motionless through the entire thing and then just stands up to stiffly leave when its over. Ha! She was awesome. She and I could barely keep it in the seats. Her crazy dancin’ was encouraging my crazy dancin’ and we were just two crazies breakin it down in our own crazy ways. Vans neighbor was a guy in his late 20s probably who was easily pegged as a hard core like us. He was smiling the entire time and pounding his fists on his legs with vigor.
This is the third time I’ve had such awesome seats to see Ray and didn’t bring my camera. I always regret it a tinge but am always glad I didn’t. I just can’t see me with a camera in Rays face snapping away. That’s just not his way and I wouldn’t want to disrespect him that way.
Every song was amazing. He sounded wonderful and came back out for one more which was also specially just for me....Jolene.
My absolute favorite of the night though was Henry Nearly Killed Me. Oh my God!! I am heartbroken that there’s not a video of it on youtube yet. I don’t even know what happened. I almost broke the chair slapping the seat up and down on the frame. After the song was over I looked at Savanna and the girl beside me and we all had the same look on our faces like....did that just happen? That’s the only time I’ve ever wished I’d recorded a show. I’d rather enjoy it in the moment than trying to hold up a video camera but the second it was over I was immediately sad that I wouldn’t get to experience it again.
We decided to leave after Ray and not stay for David Gray, which I only partially regret. It was late already and with a 3 hour drive we bailed. I saw what I came to see. Sooo we went on a mad hunt for someone up top to give our tickets to. I was so excited about making someones night that I was running up the steps toward the top like a mad woman. We picked a couple two rows from the very top in the very back. They were so cute. I asked them if they were big David Gray fans and they looked at us all confused but then I told them that we had two second row seats right in the dead center and we were leaving if they wanted them. They asked if I was serious. YES!! I think I was more excited for them than they were for themselves! I know that excitement to sit that close to someone you love. So they jumped up and ran towards the floor! Yay! I hope they enjoyed David’s show as much as I enjoyed Ray’s show. It definitely ended the night on a high. Not that I could really get any higher.
I found a couple videos from the show...
Like Rock and Roll and Radio
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I've waited and waited.
It's perfection!
I can't even say anything more.
Except, this record is so personal to me. And already I love it dearly. We're old friends...me and Ray. And this Sunday we'll finally get to spend a little time together down in Nashville. I'm delighted!
Prayers and Mantras and Crazyness
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I always have a 3 o'clock snack. It's how I make it through the days. It's usually fruit or yogurt or an organic protein bar. Today, my 3 o'clock snack was a bagel. With the cream cheese. I've fallen on hard times....what can I say? Other than cheese, which is my all time favorite food in all the world, these particular bagels are my most favorite thing to eat. I'm well aware they're not the most healthy choice but my body literally craves them. It's the strangest thing. And I'm not making this up! At least they're free of high fructose corn syrup and most of those yucky things, so I do feel better about that. But I'm afraid that even if they weren't HFCS free...I'd probably still be eating them everyday. If for some reason I don't get to eat one for breakfast I will crave them throughout the day. And I'll smell them at odd times. They creep into my thoughts when I least expect it and seduce me into one! Like now. I have a perfectly good banana sitting here on my desk, which I'd planned to have all day when three rolled around but instead, my mind swindled me right into a bagel. My second of the day! I will definitely have to fit in a workout tonight.
I have been in another realm of reality for the past few weeks. I've been a little worried about myself a few times. Things are happening and changing and happening. I've felt so out of control and that's not my favorite feeling. I can't even begin to explain it all, but changes are happening all around. So many of them. I get dizzy from it sometimes. My magical book is almost finished and I am sad that it's over. I honestly don't think I would have made it through this stressful time if I hadn't had this book to guide me. Okay I take that back. I would have made it, but I probably would have had some sort of breakdown in the process. It couldn't have come to me at a better time. Like a sign. That's what I've taken it as. It's like every page was written just for me. And I've submerged myself in it, sometimes reading parts over and over until I understand the meaning fully. Which I don’t always, some things are way over my head.
My 11 year old son is in therapy for anxiety. There is no stress in the world like when there’s something wrong with your child. Especially when you can do absolutely nothing to make them feel better. The doctor has told me that it’s probably hereditary, which makes me feel terrible, knowing that I’ve cursed him for like with worry. But this intense worrying that he’s been doing is so unhealthy and scary. He’s not sleeping much, he’s crying a good 4 nights out of 7. He thinks about it all day at school. The worst part for me is the physical changes that I’ve seen in him. He looks so worried and depressed. Not all of the time, but a lot, and it’s not getting any better. He wants to be close to me all the time and doesn’t want to go anywhere if I’m not going to be there. I did this too when I was little, but not to this extreme. His therapist has told him to write about it and get all of his thoughts out. He has been doing that the past two weeks but I don’t see that it’s helping him at all. Yesterday at his appointment, he was telling her about his worries with dying. Him dying, me dying, my mom dying. Apparently she think he’s having issues with the unknown of what happens after you die. So....she told him it might be a good idea to ask his family what they believe happens after you die. Yikes. This is something I wasn’t prepared for. In large part because I want to tell him that I believe when you die that you go to heaven to be with Jesus. I feel that that is what I am supposed to tell him, although that’s not necessarily what I believe. I’m just now exploring and learning about what I believe to be true, but I don’t think right now is the best time to tell him that. I don’t want to scare him more.
Van and I have been discussing religion and beliefs for quite a while and decided a while back to explore all of our options because neither of us are real big on organized religion. But lately, especially lately, I’ve been getting a better sense of what I believe and want to practice. But just because that’s what I believe, I don’t want him to think that it’s the only way or that he has to believe it too. I want him to have his own beliefs.
So, the past few weeks have been crazy with little sleep, new responsibilities, interviews, doctor visits, homework, new habits, new awakenings, signing up for classes, stress, fear, frustration. AHHHH!!! It’s a lot to deal with all at once. Even writing about it now it’s a little crazy how much things have changed in such a short amount of time. Hopefully we’ll all adjust and settle down. That’s what I’m praying anyways.
I have been in another realm of reality for the past few weeks. I've been a little worried about myself a few times. Things are happening and changing and happening. I've felt so out of control and that's not my favorite feeling. I can't even begin to explain it all, but changes are happening all around. So many of them. I get dizzy from it sometimes. My magical book is almost finished and I am sad that it's over. I honestly don't think I would have made it through this stressful time if I hadn't had this book to guide me. Okay I take that back. I would have made it, but I probably would have had some sort of breakdown in the process. It couldn't have come to me at a better time. Like a sign. That's what I've taken it as. It's like every page was written just for me. And I've submerged myself in it, sometimes reading parts over and over until I understand the meaning fully. Which I don’t always, some things are way over my head.
My 11 year old son is in therapy for anxiety. There is no stress in the world like when there’s something wrong with your child. Especially when you can do absolutely nothing to make them feel better. The doctor has told me that it’s probably hereditary, which makes me feel terrible, knowing that I’ve cursed him for like with worry. But this intense worrying that he’s been doing is so unhealthy and scary. He’s not sleeping much, he’s crying a good 4 nights out of 7. He thinks about it all day at school. The worst part for me is the physical changes that I’ve seen in him. He looks so worried and depressed. Not all of the time, but a lot, and it’s not getting any better. He wants to be close to me all the time and doesn’t want to go anywhere if I’m not going to be there. I did this too when I was little, but not to this extreme. His therapist has told him to write about it and get all of his thoughts out. He has been doing that the past two weeks but I don’t see that it’s helping him at all. Yesterday at his appointment, he was telling her about his worries with dying. Him dying, me dying, my mom dying. Apparently she think he’s having issues with the unknown of what happens after you die. So....she told him it might be a good idea to ask his family what they believe happens after you die. Yikes. This is something I wasn’t prepared for. In large part because I want to tell him that I believe when you die that you go to heaven to be with Jesus. I feel that that is what I am supposed to tell him, although that’s not necessarily what I believe. I’m just now exploring and learning about what I believe to be true, but I don’t think right now is the best time to tell him that. I don’t want to scare him more.
Van and I have been discussing religion and beliefs for quite a while and decided a while back to explore all of our options because neither of us are real big on organized religion. But lately, especially lately, I’ve been getting a better sense of what I believe and want to practice. But just because that’s what I believe, I don’t want him to think that it’s the only way or that he has to believe it too. I want him to have his own beliefs.
So, the past few weeks have been crazy with little sleep, new responsibilities, interviews, doctor visits, homework, new habits, new awakenings, signing up for classes, stress, fear, frustration. AHHHH!!! It’s a lot to deal with all at once. Even writing about it now it’s a little crazy how much things have changed in such a short amount of time. Hopefully we’ll all adjust and settle down. That’s what I’m praying anyways.
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Harry Potter Deathly Hallows featurettes 11aug10
This is why I love Lainey. Oh so often, we have such similar opinions. Especially and always on Harry Potter.
This is why I love Lainey. Oh so often, we have such similar opinions. Especially and always on Harry Potter.
From my little corner of the world
Thursday, August 5, 2010
On my lunch hour today I was looking out of the window, too hot to sit outside, and I was daydreaming about what it would feel like if I actually got up and went out and rolled around on the front lawn of my work place. I've had this particular daydream several times before. The grass there is different than any other around here. It's so fluffy and green and perfectly inviting.
There is also a lovely row of bright red flowers out front and I wondered what it might feel like if I were to lay down right in the middle of them as well. Why don't people actually act out these crazy fantasies? What stops people from doing exactly what they want the moment they want to do it? Fear of not being accepted I suppose. I think it's usually that little voice inside that says something to the effect of: "Eh...I'll do it one day."
But why can't 'one day' be today?
There is also a lovely row of bright red flowers out front and I wondered what it might feel like if I were to lay down right in the middle of them as well. Why don't people actually act out these crazy fantasies? What stops people from doing exactly what they want the moment they want to do it? Fear of not being accepted I suppose. I think it's usually that little voice inside that says something to the effect of: "Eh...I'll do it one day."
But why can't 'one day' be today?
Make my day
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
First thing this morning I was looking at one of my favorite etsy shops and look what I saw...
How happy is that?!
Monday, August 2, 2010
Something really significant happened last night. And it's funny because I was feeling so guilty for spending $12 on a book. Because that's just something I do not do. As an obsessive compulsive book hoarder, I am the mother of all deal finders when it comes to purchasing a book. So I carried said book around for half an hour or so trying to talk myself out of paying full price for the coveted written word. Then I bit the bullet and paid the$12 plus tax.
And then from page number one I was completely gobbled up. This is a different kind of feeling. It's something big. Like when you buy the record that will unknowingly become your favorite of all time. I'm only on page 41 and I feel something at work. And this time it's not forced or imaginary. I almost don't even want to speak of it.
And then from page number one I was completely gobbled up. This is a different kind of feeling. It's something big. Like when you buy the record that will unknowingly become your favorite of all time. I'm only on page 41 and I feel something at work. And this time it's not forced or imaginary. I almost don't even want to speak of it.
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