Not to be totally outdone by scott...

If you read Mookiedaddy's blog today, you'll see he had a jam packed week of music. Saturday he went to the city to see My Bloody Valentine...But being the sickies we are, Bella and I stayed home. Then we decided that home wasn't good enough for us, so thru the coughing and muscle aches, we drove a whole 5 minutes from our house to the Sears Center, dumped the car off, and took advantage of being Hoffman Estates Residents and took a FREE tourbus shuttle to the opening of a local strip mall where one of my ex top 5's took the stage for FREE, Chris Isaak.

We were so glad we didn't stay bums at home. Not only did Bella have the time of her life sitting in the very front seat on our own personally chauffeured tour bus (seems like nobody took advantage of the free parking, we were pretty much the only ones on the plush bus (and we got there only 15 mins before showtime), but then we got nice lawn seats for the show (the place was packed, but we did get lucky! And so we wrapped up in the blanket and had a good time listening to Chris and his band play. Bella liked him, he was dressed in his RED touring suit. My favorite of his suits is his Mirrorball suit, but he wasn't wearing that one that night. Bella practiced dancing and jumping to songs like Somebody's Crying, Baby did a bad bad thing, etc.
Too bad we didn't get there a bit earlier as he came out into the audience and sang and hugged people. I think I would have crapped myself if Bella and I had moved up about 20 feet to the right.

Chris was his funny self telling stories and jokes to the audience, he is one of the only entertainers at concert venues who speaks so clearly you can actually understand every word. And he totally has our sense of perverted humor so it's like seeing a concert and a comedy all in one night. God how I've missed his concerts!!

We didn't stay for the whole thing, it got to be Bella's bedtime, so we headed back where we did get our very own fancy tourbus to take us to the car. Bella thought it was awesome to finally sit in a vehicle's front seat.

Now Bella has been saying "Chris Isaak"...so she is getting herself schooled in music big time. This marked her 8th concert (I believe, though it might be 9th).

huh

I think I am a goth girl trapped in a Librarian's body.

MCR

Can I just say I love My Chemical Romance??? Love them. Why could they not have been around when I was a teenager? Dammit. Seriously.

I will survive!

Ok, hopefully.

Today is the first day in the last six days that I went to work. Belly has been quite scarily (for me) sick for the last six days. Fevers, chills, you name it. It was scary that on more than one of the nights as I was holding her and rocking at 3 am, she was BURNING. I had pumped her with tylenol and motrin and still she was burning, I was contemplating going to the ER. But I decided not to...it was pretty stressfull. We did get to take her to the doc that sunday, and they confirmed that they thought that it was a virus. So we needed to take the wait and see approach. They said she didn't need the ER till she was at a temp of 105 at her age. YES! 105!!!! This is the most frustrating thing I think as a parent and for me personally, as I have no patience. I didn't want to wait and see, I wanted her better, NOW.

Sometimes I can't believe how overpowering my mommy power/instincts/ability to be freaking selfless is. I've come to believe that the last is the number one characteristic of being a mom, you are not you anymore, you are selfless. And I was the one who was scared shitless to be preggo, let alone actually BE a mom. I can't believe how much I have changed. Like right now, I feel sick, I have a sore throat, but I can't be sick. I am not allowed; I don't have time. I have to be fine to take care of my girl. Therefore I will be.

Fast forward a few more days, and today she is feverless, but has a pretty bad cold. The poor girl. This one was a bad one. I am grateful my coworkers are troopers and totally did my job when I was out; and lucky my boss is understanding and even emailed to see if I was really ok becuase she thought from my voicemail that I was surely dying. And lucky for my friends and family who sent me well wishes.

I even appreciate the double stuffed oreos and flowers my hubby got me as a token of appreciation; oh oreos, how I love thee, let me count the ways.

Coincidence? or crazyness?

So I got on facebook last week. And they have that friends search feature, and I realized that I do really have Alzheimers, becuase I could NOT remember several people's last freaking names. I was getting pissed.
Anyway, during one of my logons to the site I was trying to remember people who I'd wanted to find. And on Saturday, one name popped into my head and it would not leave for a few mins, but I didn't search for it, it didn't pop in there becuase I wanted to search for it, it was more like a I wonder how she is doing, man I haven't talked to her in a long long time...humm... kind of thing.

So the weekend passes, and I get here to work, open my email and there is an email from her in my inbox from late Friday night. She asked me to write something for her.
I wrote her back and told her about my thought of her this weekend. She thought it was definitely crazy and funny, but she's one that this wouldn't really suprise.

Guess it is just another weird thing that's happened in the life of me.

Also, I decided I better start recording these crazy things to measure frequency and also documenting my dreams--especially since they are so freaking vivid and detailed--sometimes they are like a miniseries.
I started typing last weeks' saga out, and after and hour and a half Scott was weirded out that I had been typing so long, I can't help if I can remember everything. I closed the laptop being only a quater of the way done writing out the dream sequence...I hope I don't forget the rest by the time I actaully get back to it. Darn memory!! please work for once!

Maybe after I die, bella can publish them and make some $$. :)

The answer to the I'm a nutjob question

yeah, I think I know the answer now, it's the new perscription of 88 mcg of synthroid!! Pills! it has to be! YAY!

I am a nutjob

So for about two months I have been in a cloud. I guess people would say depressed. I am getting old. I don't know what the meaning of life is, and I don't know what I am supposed to be doing here. Or what I am supposed to be doing after this. I am not sure what the heck direction my life is going in. I really want to find out. But yuck, not a clue. So I had been wallowing in a cloud.

I don't know what exactly happened to me, but I feel today a shitload better. The fog is gone. And though I am NOT ok with aging, the fog is actually clearer!! How does this happen?? How can I just be one person one day and someone else the next?? WTF?