Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Midweek Miscellany

Last night was the NKOTB concert in Greenville. I went with Rosie and my friend Mariesa. We stopped by Five Guys for dinner on the way there. We completely missed the opening act, but we'd never heard of the band either. When we walked in, they upgraded our seats from first row balcony to lower bowl. The show was similar to the one in Detroit (the opening set was different) and we had better seats. It was fun having an adult friend come with me...one who remembered the glory days of Jordan, Joe, Donnie, Danny and Jon. Rosie got her gigantic NKOTB button that she paid for with a gigantic handful of ones and change. She also decided that Donnie is her favorite New Kid...which I hope doesn't mean she'll go for the rappin' bad boy types of boyfriends in the future. If you don't want to wait for my picture mega-post, feel free to look at the album on Facebook.

Tonight Taylor and I had a bit of a tough emotional day. We made sure we had some alone time to eat some dinner at Chick-fil-a and walk around Target. I decided it's no fun to go to Target when you feel guilty buying even a $5 DVD that you've been looking for for years. There's some cute spring stuff right now that I just had to walk by without gazing at.

Tomorrow night is a big event for work. I'll get to help set up, meet a lot of important people, eat good food, help clean up, and hopefully be out of the venue by 10 pm. It's going to be LONG day.

I have been getting back to my musical roots this week...like the stuff I grew up listening to before I had my own specific music tastes. My dad was my biggest musical influence growing up, and this is what I've been reaquainting myself with: Beatles, Monkees, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Neil Diamond, James Taylor, Dave Clark Five, Wings and Crosby Stills and Nash.

Lately I've been getting LOTS of requests from marketing and promotional companies who want me to mention their products and services on my blog. I usually decline (I don't get any compenation out of it) but occasionally one seems like a worthy enough cause to bring mention.

Today's featured good cause is the Fresh Air Fund. Every year, The Fresh Air Fund gives thousands of inner-city children the priceless gift of fun – and opens the door to a lifetime of opportunities. Whether its a two-week trip to the country to visit a volunteer host family, or a fun-filled and educational stay at one of their camps, our programs make for unforgettable memories – and open a world of new friendships and fresh possibilities. They are a not-for-profit agency and depend on tax-deductible donations to keep our vital programs flourishing. For any of you interested Mid-North Atlantic folks, you can host a Fresh Air Kid. All others who would like to donate, you can do so through this link.

4 comments:

Laree said...

Ok, I probably messed up all your site meter stuff for the week, since I just spent the last way too many hours going through your blog. I'm hooked! I found you on Modern Molly Mormon, and as the wife of a regional pilot, I knew I had to check it out. (thanks for helping me find The Pilot Wives club; I think I'm going to love it!)

My hubby was hired December '06, first training in Jan. 07 for a saab turbo prop, switched to an ERJ November 07, and is still there. The posts about first year FO pay, the student loans, the moving, the reserve schedules, the non -revs - I am so there!

Thanks for being my time suck tonight. My hubby is on the last night of a 4 day trip.

Laree said...

Of course I swiped that picture from your blog! I laughed so hard when I read it. Thanks again!

Misty said...

I feel ya like braile on the guilt spending money thing. Brett and I aren't hurting (yet) because the student loan note won't be payable until he stops working at DCA, but we should be SAVING UP for when that time comes. Instead, I'm planning trips to Chicago and Atlanta and considering doing something so horribly self-indulgent tomorrow I won't even mention it!

Quixotic Healer said...

When I was a kid and we were gathering for family prayer, one of my dad's common jokes was the command, "Kneel, diamond."

I didn't get the reference for years, but I never really thought about it....it was just one of those Daddy things like, "When I was a little girl....," or, "Muchas gracias: that means much grass."

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