Weekly Wrap-Up: The Uninspired Edition

Made me laugh.

I was gone this week!  I spent the first part of the week visiting family.  I got to do a lot of hanging out, ate a lot of good food, and got a raging yeast infection.  Good times.  The rest of the week was me playing catch up at home and being totally uninspired.  Since I was away physically and apparently mentally, I shared some older posts.

Monday REBLOG: The Recessive Gene: My Pool Needs A Lifeguard  When someone says “Here’s the situation” do you respond with “My parents went away on a week’s vacation”?  Do you make up songs for random things like chopping vegetables?  If so, you have to read this blog post, because you’ll be able to relate…

Tuesday Twisted Mixtape Tuesday Bathtub Time Machine: Earworms of the Seventies  Just to be sure that you totally hate me, I thought for week two of the seventies I would plant some worms in your ear.  They won’t hurt, but they can be annoying.

Wednesday We All Scream for Ice Cream  I can’t turn down a photo opportunity, especially when it has to do with ice cream.  Uncooperative children actually made these pictures better, believe it or not.

Thursday REBLOG:  The ADD Mom Travels: Encounters with UFOs, Evil Screens, and Pork Chop Anxiety  Traveling with children can be anxiety provoking, especially when there is perfectly good meat going to waster in the refrigerator.

Friday Toilet Tales: The Scoop on the Poop  Ever have one of those TMI moments?  This is my most recent one.

Saturday  If My Life Were a Movie I’d Hire Better Writers  I was a little (ok a lot) down in the dumps Saturday due to the frustration of trying to get going as a freelance writer and the lack of views on my blog (because other parts of the US it doesn’t rain every day and those people actually get out, I’m assuming, or maybe I just suck.)

Stuff I Love As Much As Chocolate This Week

An Employee Evaluation for My Toddler-Hollow Tree Ventures  I think as the CEO of her household Robyn needs a big performance bonus, don’t you?

A Tale of Two Uncles-Stephanie Sprenger on The Epistolarians  This is lovely.  That is all.

In Case of Emergency, You Grab the Fire Extinguisher, I’ll Grab the Corkscrew-Laugh Lines  If you aren’t a fan of the hilarious Vikki Claflin then you are MISSING OUT!  Get your heinie over there and get to know her funniness!

Best and Most Disturbing Search Terms

Does the name Pooper exist?  I think it would be a great name for a dog.

orange jumpsuit unpaid ticket  There are so many possibilities with this one that I won’t even go there.

mom peed for me  If only someone else could pee for me, then I’d never have to get off of the couch!

cats that look like dogs  Must be some ugly cats.

how to take apart a toilet to retrieve keys  HA HA!  I can’t IMAGINE how this would lead someone to my blog…

Nature wemen  Nature women?  Nature, we men?  Nature semen misspelled? 

Next Week

I’m hoping I’ll be back on my C minus game by this next week.  Right now I’m about an F.  I have the same amount of inspiration as a couch cushion and the empty draft folder to prove it.  Whatever comes out of my brain this week will be as much of a surprise to me as it is to you.  However one thing that I do know is that my Twisted Mixtape Tuesday contribution will be part one of music from the 80s and it will be EPIC!

BA HA HA-truth.

If My Life Were A Movie, I’d Hire Better Writers

Recent events have had me thinking about this post that I wrote awhile back and reblogged once before..  Naturally, WordPress won’t let you reblog something more than once.  So I have copied and pasted it all into a nice shiny new post!  So think of it as a rerun that you didn’t see the first time if it’s new to you.

If my life were a movie… there’d be great refreshments at reasonable prices.

I keep thinking lately that if my life were a movie we should almost be at the point where something wonderful happens.  You know, things just seem like they are so bad and then that great thing happens that miraculously turns things around.  It of course results in a happy ending.  The “It’s always darkest before the dawn” type thing.

So obviously this is real life and although I’m sure there’s a plan for me somewhere, I don’t see it happening.  But this brought up a very good bunch of stuff for my blog.  What IF my life WERE like a movie?  What would happen?

I’d get some sort of anonymous donor all of a sudden paying to send me to school.  Then I could follow my dreams.  If this were a movie, I’d know what those dreams were…

I’d get to go back to school with really smart fun people…

I’d have a trainer preparing me for my first triathlon using ordinary things.  I’d be weightlifting family sized cans of vegetable beef soup and full containers of cat litter. I’d be running through an obstacle course made of hula hoops, carefully arranged dog poop, empty Cheerios boxes, and leftover siding.  I’d be pulling a wagon loaded with all of the uneaten food from my house, which would be REALLY heavy (great training potential).  I’d be forced to run up and down the playground equipment at the park over and over.

Just as I’d just given up forever on finding a job and threw myself into something else (most likely the chest high mountain of laundry on the back porch), the dream job would happen to come up on the job website.  I’d decide to apply for one last job and get an interview.  They wouldn’t offer me the job at first, but something miraculous would happen and I would end up getting an even better job because I impressed someone there… because they would think I’m awesome.

We’d break out into song at the most interesting moments.  My daughter going poop in the potty would rate a huge song and dance number.  I would finally get a job interview, and there would be dancers following me as I sang all the way there about how I was going to change my life.  Dinnertime-you bet there’d be some sort of production.  And everyone would like and eat the food too.

“Myyyyyyy husband mowed the laaaaaawn!” Everything would be cause for a musical number if my life were a movie.

Somehow my schedule would miraculously allow me to do all kinds of work to prove the naysayers wrong.  I’d be out there, pounding the pavement, doing something to make everyone who ever doubted me have faith in me again.  Not sure what that would be, but I’d be proving them wrong.

My husband would be very romantic. You know, random flowers and stuff like that.  I bet he’d be conscious too, unless it was a comedy relief type of thing, because unconsciousness can be very funny.

I’d have a better wardrobe (does the HD camera also add ten pounds?)  And better hair.  Much better hair.

I have pretty cute children anyway.  I suppose they would be just as cute, and would say much of the same stuff they say in real life.  Except my daughter wouldn’t poop her pants at the most inopportune moments, and my son wouldn’t eat his boogers.

I’d be giving up my blog just about the time a famous editor would read it.  He would make great strides to try to find me and hire me to come to work for his company.  Also, my fans would rally around my house begging me to return to what inspired their life:  My blog.  Oh yes, and I would have a lot of fans.

I’d have a lightsaber.  I’d also have some sort of superpowers.  And I’d be able to do that slow motion floating and turning in the air thing like on The Matrix movies.  There’d be some sort of epic battle in my backyard.  I’d win.

It would have an awesome, though eclectic, soundtrack.

Yes my life is definitely not a movie.  If you’re willing to buy my story, however, we’ll talk.

Would my life story have all the elements of a Nicholas Cage movie? Would he wonder why he wasn’t in the movie? I’m sure all of the dialogue probably would be whispered or screamed.

Toilet Tales: The Scoop on the Poop

Now hear this!

Is it one of Murphy’s laws that when you need to go and want privacy that your kids will make sure you have anything but, but if you need another roll of toilet paper those little darlings will be somehow completely out of earshot?

When you’re a Mom let’s face it, there are NO secrets.  The world will inevitably know what you’re doing whether you want it known or what.  Recently I had one of those moments when I wished I could throw on a cloak of invisibility and hide away.

The children and I were literally up at the crack of dawn to deliver dear daddy to work.  We got up, threw some granola bars at them and were on the road at 6 am.  After a stop for my transportation fee of one large McDonald’s iced coffee, a little bit more than an hour passed and we arrived to deliver him to his destination problem free.

On the hour trip back home it was obvious that I was not going to make it home without a pit stop.  Last night’s supper combined with my ingestion of said coffee wasn’t going to let me off easy.  I was going to have to stop at a rest stop before I got back on the interstate.  I literally flew from the car right into the women’s restroom, daughter in tow and son ordered to use the men’s bathroom.

My daughter is scared of self flushing toilets.  Therefore I have to be in the stall with her when she does her business.  So of course she must come right into the stall with me as I barely make it to the throne to do business of my very own.

HA HA-there’s no toilet paper!

I should have known better.  I’m not sure what that happened immediately after that was more embarrassing:

It could have been my daughter in the bathroom proclaiming to the whole world “YAY Mommy you’re pooping!  Ohhhhhh…. your little poops are so cute!”

(Damn self flushing toilets anyway.  Why do they only flush when you DON’T want them to-usually while you’re sitting on them, and not when you get up before your daughter can admire what you just made!)

Or it could have been my son standing outside of the women’s bathroom yelling “Mom are you done in there?  Mom?  Mom?  WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?  Are you pooping?”  I kept yelling back “I will be out in a minute.  I’m not finished.”  To which he would just keep yelling because he wasn’t actually listening to what I was yelling to him…

At that moment I really wished the toilet was a portal to the Ministry of Magic.  I bet they let you use the restroom in peace there…

My apologies to everyone at the Flying J rest stop that particular morning.  So sorry you had to hear all about my poop…

I might as well have been using this toilet. It would have been just as private.

REBLOG: The ADD Mom Travels: Encounters with UFOs, Evil Screens, and Pork Chop Anxiety

In order to partake in Theme Thursday today with the theme of road trips, I am reblogging possibly the longest post I’ve ever written. It’s the closest I’ve probably taken to a road trip in recent memory. Be sure to check out the other posts about road trips that probably have nothing to do with pork chop anxiety by clicking on the Theme Thursday button thingie!

The Sadder But Wiser Girl

Once upon a time we attempted to travel more than a few miles.  We also had company for more than a few minutes but less than a few hours.  The events leading up to the actual event that we were trying to get to made it that much more interesting…

The weirdness commenced when my son tried to go to Sunday School with no shoes on.  He waited until we were walking down the sidewalk to tell me this information.  “MOM, I don’t have any SHOES ON!”  I hadn’t even noticed, apparently he didn’t either.  Our church is very close to our house, so we often walk.  Now that his little sister is also attending Sunday School, he has to walk with her.  Our state has had a rash of child stealing people (always in a white van), so he can’t walk by himself anymore anyway.  Apparently he forgot that…

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Wordless Wednesday: We All Scream for Ice Cream

When you come to see my parents during the warm months you go to Graham’s Dairy Freeze, a family owned ice cream place that has been around for many years.  DQ has nothing on these folks!

Please pose for Mom in front of the giant ice cream cone…

They were not thrilled to have their pictures taken, they just wanted ice cream… (yes that’s me with them-I’m well aware I look twelve years old in this picture.)

You’ve never had ice cream until you’ve had their soft serve.  Yummmm… neither of them would look at the camera for this picture.  I like to refer to this photo as “Hypnotized by frozen goodness”!

 

Twisted Mixtape Tuesday BathTub Time Machine: Ear Worms of the Seventies

What IS Twisted Mixtape Tuesday, you ask?  TMT (I’m abbreviating it because I’m lazy and so I can say “TMT, It’s DYNOMITE!  TMT, it’s out of sight!  Oi!) is the brainchild of Jen Kehl, head mixmistress and ultimately cool person.  Each week she tells us what to do and we do it.  This week is the second week of music from the 70s, and she has commanded us minions to share more great tunes from the era.

Since last week I shared the music that I love from the decade, this week there are a few earworms from back then that I feel obligated to mention.

An ear worm is NOT one of those things that they put in Chekov’s ear in Star Trek II:The Wrath of Khan.  Rather it is one of those songs that gets in your head and no matter what you do you CAN’T GET IT OUT!

(We had a baby bunny in our yard once that kept nibbling on our garden.  We named him Khan simply for the comedic value of my husband standing out in the backyard yelling “KHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”  This has nothing to do with anything in this post.)

American Pie-Don McLean

Have you ever driven your Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry?  This 1971 song is about the day that music died-when Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper died in a plane crash in 1959.  I’d hear this song and it would be in my head FOREVER.  Then Weird Al came out with HIS version a few years ago and that stuck even worse!

Use Me-Bill Withers

Talk about a song that festers in your brain…

Copacabana-Barry Manilow

I guess when I was little I knew every word to this song.  It’s probably the only Barry Manilow song I will admit to liking.  It gets in your BRAIN, man!

In the Summertime-Mungo Jerry

I honestly had never seen this group perform until I saw a clip on TV somewhere, probably “I Love the 70s”-the clip I saw had the most stoned piano player I’d ever seen.  I don’t even know how that guy was sitting up.

Sundown-Golden Lightfoot

My husband is a huge Gordon Lightfoot fan.  I knew the song, but I didn’t  know who the guy was until after I was married.

I needed this meme last week…

Next week is the 80s.  Know what that means?  As a child of the 80s, I will be breaking the rules and posting waaaaaaaay more than five songs per post!  You have been warned.

Don’t forget to click on the cool looking cassette tapes to see other 70s fabulousness.  And then when you’re done, if you want some funny in your life, check out the Humor Me Blog Hop!  All humor, all the time!  I’ll be back cohosting that very hop next week, same time, same station.

Another punny earworm…

REBLOG: The Recessive Gene: My Pool Needs A Lifeguard

I sat in my mother’s living room this evening and heard thunder outdoors. My dad asked my mom to check the weather, which prompted me to sing “I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather…” And then it prompted me to reblog this post! Bonus points if you know what song that’s from.

The Sadder But Wiser Girl

My family struggles with an affliction.  There is no test to determine whether you have it or not.  You don’t know you have it, until one time it just happens.  Someone says something innocently to you or around you, and you BURST INTO SONG.

We refer to it as the recessive gene in my family.  It’s more of a sickness, actually.  It’s like a chronic illness-once you have it, it’s yours for life.

Still unclear as to what I am referring to?  Picture it, choir practice, all of the members of the choir are sitting in the pews.  The choir director chooses the song to rehearse and says “Let’s start at the very beginning.”  Which I reply instantly by singing “A very good place to start.”  I can’t help it, it just comes out!

Oh it’s not just limited to songs from The Sound of Music.  I must admit…

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Weekly Wrap-Up: The Hurry Up and Get It Done So I Can Travel Edition

I have company at the moment (my teenaged nephew has come up for a few days), and am trying to get packed to leave for a few days… so this is short and sweet.  Here’s what I did this last week.

Monday  Character Assassination Carousel: Bears on Wheels  Ever dislike a book that your kids LOVE!  Hence the Character Assassination Carousel, where folks take down books that they love to not love.  I had my turn this week.

Tuesday  Twisted Mixtape Tuesday Bathtub Time Machine:  The 70s!  My favorite tunes from the decade.

Wednesday  Wordless Wednesday: Imagination, Terry Cloth Style  My kids+towels=good imaginative fun.

Thursday  Theme Thursday:  I Wanna Rock (But Sadly Have Had Few Opportunities To Do So)  I’ve been to very few concerts in my day because I’m not cool.

Friday June 2013 Fly on the Wall: The Neck Boob Edition  Do you know what neck boobs are?  Apparently I have them…

Neck boobs. You saw them here first.

Things I Loved This Week

Interview Your Kids, Part I and Interview Your Kids, Part II–Parenting, Illustrated With Crappy Pictures My friend Jenn, the Theme Thursday Jenn, was crappified for the whole world to see on part I.  I love it when parents interview kids-their answers are so funny!  I did the interview in part II, however my kids’ answers weren’t all that funny, except that The Princess said the meaning of life was flowers.  She should remind Evil Genius of that when he wants to do something nice for me…

Oh, and this happened on Twitter.  I about peed my pants.

I think it’s one of the best things ever-Crappy Pictures is following me! (And Keith is pretty cool too, I don’t want him to feel left out…)

Best and Most Disturbing Search Terms

Ursula Sea Witch Cupcakes I’m not sure what would be scarier, these or the zombie batman cupcakes from last week’s search terms!

Monte Python have fun storming the castle  1) MonTY Python 2) That’s from The Princess Bride, people!

Buy fake fireplace without fire  It’s easier to carry that way because you won’t burn your hands.

blogs about peeing pants  Because that’s apparently ALL my blog is about.

cats washing machine Are the cats washing the machine or is it a machine that washes cats?

Eating chocolate makes me have to poop  Are you sure you’re eating chocolate and not chocolate ex-lax?  Just sayin…

Next Week

So yes it’s true- I’m going to be out of town.  Not a vacation per se, just a few days away from my home visiting my family, and a lot of being in the car.  Evil Genius will be left to his own devices.  I’m  a little bit scared about that.  I bet he eats all the cheese.  I also be he’ll enjoy the quiet!

It was all a bit last minute, and because of that I didn’t really get a chance to get much lined up.  I can say with certainty that I have a post all ready to go for Twisted Mixtape Tuesday.  If I find a picture to use for Wednesday you may see a Wordless Wednesday.  Thursday I shall be reblogging what may be the longest post I have ever written for the theme of road trips.  I’m pretty sure two people read it the last time, so it will be almost brand new.  Kind of like something you’d find at a consignment shop-we’ll call it a “gently read post”.

So here’s hoping your weekend is all you hoped it would be, and have a great next week!  I’m hoping to be back with a brand new post on Friday!

I’ll be hearing this a million times…

June 2013 Fly on the Wall: The Neck Boob Edition

Welcome to the June edition of Fly on the Wall.  Buzz around, see what you think, then click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

After three appointments with my doctor, she finally relented and gave me the long awaited go ahead for physical therapy to help with my seemingly endless battle with tight, painful muscles.  I was explaining to Evil Genius that I had to go to Physical Therapy.
He shook his head.  “You said you wanted to tighten up.  I can’t help it if you’re an overachiever.”

The Princess was supposed to be in bed.
Both of us heard the sound coming from upstairs:
click click click click click click click click click click
*sound of the toilet flushing*
Evil Genius went upstairs to investigate.The Princess was standing in the doorway of the bathroom in her princess shoes and tiara.
She calmly informed Evil Genius what she was up to “I was just going potty.”
“In high heels and a tiara?”
“But these are my slippers…”
In her defense, they were Cinderella shoes.  We have yet to receive an explanation for the tiara.

Evil Genius:  “I need to watch Iron Man 2 again, you know, for research purposes.”
Me (rolling my eyes):  “Only in this house could watching that kind of movie be considered research.”

The Professor at the bowling alley, inspecting the rack of bowling balls.  “Hey Mom, which one is my hand size?”

We stopped at the gas station to fill up before we headed on home from shopping.
“I have to go visit the potty while we’re here.”  I said.
The Princess thought this was the funniest thing she had ever heard.  When we went into the bathroom, she went into the stall and this is what I overheard.
“Hello potty.  How are you?  I’ve come to visit you.  I’m going to PEE IN YOU NOW!”

Evil Genius is making a strawberry rhubarb pie in the kitchen, which is just off of The Professor’s bedroom.  The Princess is watching him very carefully.
She asks “Daddy why did you cut holes in the top?”
Evil Genius:  “Because when it cooks it would blow up if I didn’t.”
The Princess:  “You mean it’s gonna explode?”
The Professor (from the depths of his room):  “Whoooooah… COOL!”

The Professor: “I’m trying to figure out donut holes.”
Me: “Oh?”
The Professor: “I don’t understand them. How can you eat them if they’re just holes?”
The Princess: “Because they’re round, silly!”

The Princess loves to draw pictures of our family, especially pictures of the two of us.  One recent picture she drew she kept taking back and making revisions.  Eventually she handed me the final product:

Me:  “Is this you and me?”
The Princess:  “YES!” Me:  “Awwww, thank you!  What are we doing?”
The Princess:  “You are giving me a heart.”
Me:  “Ok!  What’s that around my neck?  Am I wearing a necklace?”
The Princess:  “NO MOMMY, those are your BOOBS.”
ME:  “Oh… my they are up there aren’t they?  So then that’s the rest of my body down there?”
The Princess (annoyed):  “NO.  That’s all your tummy.”
I’m still not sure if this is a hint to hit the gym more often or to stop wearing push-up bras.

The Professor asked to go to the park.  This is unusual because he usually shies away from anything outdoor related.  There are tubes in the climber at one particular park in town-he had some scientific principles that he wanted to check out.
So naturally we went.  Where did he spend most of his time?  Hanging out in the bathroom…

Princess: “Mommy can I use the chapsticks with my dinner?”
Me:  “I don’t have any chapstick.  And you don’t need any for your dinner.”
Princess:  “We DO have chapsticks.  You know, the kind we got.”
Me: “??????”
Princess:  “The ones Grandma brought us from China.”
Me:  “OH!  CHOP-sticks!  No.”

Princess:  “Mommy you’re getting old.”
Me:  “What makes you say that?”
Princess: “Oh, but not right now.  You’re not getting old now.”
Nice save, kiddo.

Princess: “Mommy, what did you do before you were a mommy?”
Me:  “Ohhhhh, ummmmm, I took long walks.”
Princess:  “Oh?  Did you wash your hair?”
Me:  “Um, yeah.”
Princess:  “Did you cook meals?”
Me: “Sometimes.”
I’d really love to know what she was insinuating…

Remember the two wheeled truck from last month’s Fly on the Wall?
Evil Genius to the kids:  “If you had your choice, what would you rather have, my ’53 Ford or my Ram?”
The Professor:  “I’d have to take a look at them first, then I’d decide.  What’s the difference?”
Evil Genius:  “One is a four wheel drive and one is a two wheel drive.”
The Professor:  “Oh, I’d rather have a four wheel drive.  It would be really weird to drive a truck with only two of the wheels.”
Well, it finally arrived this month!  Here it is:

The Princess and Evil Genius’s future project…

Now buzz on over to these homes to see what goes on!

 

http://BakingInATornado.com

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                              

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                     

http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/                                

http://menopausalmother.blogspot.com/                 

http://mooreorganizedmayhem.blogspot.com/                

http://hypnoticbard.blogspot.com/                      

http://themomisodes.com/                               

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/  

http://dates2diapers2.blogspot.com            

http://www.noteveryonecanbeamermaid.com

http://www.therowdybaker.com

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com

Theme Thursday: I Wanna Rock (But Sadly Have Had Few Opportunities To)

Theme Thursday is a rockin’ good time!  Want to be a rock star?  Read my post here and then be sure to read the other posts in the link up by clicking on the Theme Thursday button above.  I even fixed it so it will work this week!

And in case you didn’t figure it out by the title, this week’s theme is concerts.

When I was a kid, I went to a lot of concerts because I was really cool.  I was in a lot of them too, because I was a music sensation! I was a ROCK STAR!

That’s right-I was in concert band, symphonic band, marching band, orchestra…. you get the picture.  Yeah I was the coolest!  Now that I’m older and slowing down because of my advanced age, I don’t do that so much anymore…  Which is too bad because I think I could totally pull off the Ron Burgundy flaming flute solo.

I went a good portion of my life never having gone to a real rock concert.  It’s not like I didn’t WANT to go, I just never really got the opportunity.  Concerts are expensive, yo!  I have wistfully watched many acts come and go over the years.  I really do envy people that get to go to such things on a regular basis!

I went to my first “real” concert at the ripe old age of 24.  When I started dating my husband, we went to the Iowa State Fair to see a hair band concert.  It was Quiet Riot, Slaughter, Warrant, and Firehouse, I think.  Yes I lose points for not remembering.  Just remember that I was with my new boyfriend and I was in love, k?  However the door prizes for this concert sucked.  Just for going my then boyfriend got a complimentary case of strep throat.  Not just a mild case, I’m talking strep throat so bad that he walked into the ER and breathed and the doctor handed him a prescription.  She could smell the strep on his breath.  I know, ew.

A couple of years ago my parents and one of my very good friends secretly orchestrated a trip for me and my husband to see my friend Marcus and his singing group, The Texas Tenors.  Remember these guys on America’s Got Talent? They made the finals.  I would like everyone to note for the record that is the only year I ever watched a show of that type and probably ever will.  They are a very unique act-think opera meets country.  They’re also extremely nice guys in addition to the fact that they’re extremely talented.

I’d like to think that I was their inspiration, having spent more time than I should have in college making up opera versions of popular songs.  My opera version of “Never Gonna Get It” could have made millions!!!

Yeah, I know him… one of the best voices on the planet.  All the great ones had humble beginnings.

For my wedding anniversary soon after that we went to see Def Leppard and Heart in concert, once again at the Iowa State Fair.  There was no strep involved this time, but we did lose our voices from singing along at the top of our lungs.  If you are a fan, I highly recommend seeing them live.  It definitely ranks up there in my top life experiences.  They really know how to put on a concert!

There aren’t a lot of groups that I really have that much desire to shell out the money to see live.  Most of the ones I do want to see are iconic and therefore horribly expensive to see live.  Not to mention they’re getting pretty old and who knows how much longer they will be around.  However, if Evanescence or Linkin Park ever come around these parts, I really hope my husband would consider selling an organ or two so maybe I can see them perform, because that really would be the bomb…

Wait!  Where are you going???  Make sure that you’re going over to Something Clever 2.0 to see posts that are probably much more interesting than mine about concerts!