Concerts

This is the week of concerts for me. I am very excited. This Saturday, Mike and I are going to see Switchfoot at Cain's. Switchfoot is our favorite band. We saw them live under the St Louis arch (awesome!) on the 4th of July last year, and when they came to Tulsa in March this year. They are putting out a new album in a few weeks, so I am anxious to hear their new stuff this weekend. Woot!

Then Sunday I am going with some friends to see Carrie Underwood at the Pavillion. I am super excited about this one because I love Carrie. Not just because we went to NSU at the same time (Go Riverhawks-lol, don't me started on our new name...), but because her vocal talent is flawless. She is amazing! Woot! Woot!

Without Water

I now have a great understanding of the phrase "You don't know what you've got til it's gone." We were without water this morning. We've been having some problems with our shower leaking. So Mike took the part that was bad with him to work this morning to get a replacement after work...hence, no water.

At least I got some warning. He told me last night he was taking the part and asked if I could go a day without washing my hair in the morning. Since my hair is so thin, the answer was an obvious no. It'd be staticky (is that a word? ha) and nasty by lunch time if I didn't wash it this morning. So, I filled some pitchers with water so I would have some to wash my hair in the sink this morning, then took a shower last night.

Long story longer: Went to wash my hair this morning in the sink and the once-warm water was now ice. cold. Pretty sure I screamed like a freight train going 75 mph, trying to stop from hitting something on the tracks only 20 feet away. It was freakin' freezing...on.my.head. My brain hurt when I got the nerve to finish.

Even knowing that the water was off, out of habit, I still turned the knob to brush my teeth expecting water to come out. Doh! What an idiot. Even something as little as flushing the toilet...not going to happen.

This could get interesting.

CMAs

Obviously, no one every taught Faith the importance of having a "gracious loser face."

'Bout time

Miracles do still happen. Someone owes me 20 bucks.

Soap box

It's started. It's officially started. I saw my first Christmas commercial earlier this week. The stores have had Christmas crap up for a few weeks now. Wal-Mart had a sign up this weekend that said "52 shopping days until Christmas." I give it until this weekend before I start seeing Christmas lights up on the houses in my neighborhood.

What is the matter with people?? Halloween has barely been buried, and I'm certain it isn't cold in the ground yet and people are moving straight through to the end of December. I feel sorry for Thanksgiving. I really do. It's like it just gets brushed over like dust under a rug.

This just happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves: decorating for a holiday before the next one in line has passed. So, in honor of my biggest pet peeve being violated, let's take a moment of silence for Thanksgiving, as it will soon be long forgotten.

*pause*

Okay, that is all. Stepping off my soap box now.

"Tag, you're it!"

I played "Tag" with my 5 year old niece this weekend. It was just her and me playing, so you can imagine how lively of a game it was...we went back and forth tagging each other for about 15 minutes. After some time of running around, she ran over to the wall, tagged it and screamed "BASE!" It was to my astonishment the words that proceeded from my mouth when she screamed "base:"

"One, two, three, get off my father's apple tree!"

Those words haven't come out of my mouth in over a decade and a half. I still can't believe some of the things that my archaic mind pulls up when I'm least expecting it.

Bubble gum

I freakin' love Super Bubble Bubble Gum. It is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Blowing "super bubbles" makes me happy.

That is all.