My intention was to arise bright and early and head out to Thanksgiving Point and arrive there sometime around 9-10 a.m. on Monday. As it turned out, it was 3 a.m., and I wasn't asleep yet, and I wanted enough rest to make the hour plus drive to Lehi. My daugther was going to take me, but as it turned out, my husband took me to her, and she let me use her car. That probably added a good 1/2 hour to my traveling time altogether. So what started out as trying to make it by 10 a.m. turned into being happy if I could get there by noon. I decided in advance not to stress over time this time around and trust God on that one.
I made it to my daughter's place, spent a few minutes paying attention to her dogs, and chatting, stopped at the gas station down the street to put gas in her car, called her to find out how to open the gas cap cover, filled up and headed down the road. Along the way the street was lined with flags, a visible reminder that it was Memorial Day. I wondered about the etiquette of flags in the rain, but they did appear to be plastic, so I suppose no harm done. LOL It was still quite a site. :)
I finally made it on the freeway, and made pretty good time getting to Thanksgiving Point even if I wasn't really driving all that fast. At one point I hit the emergency flashers and had to figure out what I touched to set them off. I'm quite sure the guy behind me was rather puzzled. LOL At any rate, I made it there in one piece just around noon. There were already a few people waiting, 4 gals who had been there since 5 or 6 a.m., and 4 other gals who were sitting in chairs covered with blankets and an umbrella. AN umbrella would have been smart since we were to be rained on, hailed on and standing in the wind. Thunder and lightening had me a tad concerned at one point as it was the one thing with the potential to cancel the show. And my motto is the show must go on? LOL It was to be a very long wait, on a cool rainy day to see Death Cab for Cutie and Tegan and Sara at an outdoor venue. As it turned out there were technical difficulties (sound problems we were told) that delayed the opening from 5 p.m. to 6 p.m. As a result the opening band, Rogue Wave was cut from the show. There was a 10 p.m. curfew. I really felt rather bad for them even though I'd never heard them before as I know the merch sales after a show are probably their bread and butter. So, unheard, I bought one of their cd's after the show... but I"m getting ahead of myself. LOL
To add insult to injury (if you know me) I had to take my camera back to my car as they said no cameras were allowed. Phones were o.k. Several people did get in with cameras and no one said anything at the stage even in the front row. But I just had to be satisfied with cell phone pics. But it's better than nothing. :)
At any rate, once I was inside the gate I found it was a very long run to the stage. And even though the gals in front of me were inside the venue waiting in the restroom (one of the workers let them in) and I was in the front of the line and was one of only two people who were checked before the gates open, I barely made it to the front row. Me and two of the 6 o'clock gals who were next to me could not figure out where the other people came from. But I was happy... front to the left just in front of Ben. Not too bad, I'd say. :) I was a tad apprehensive about being pushed hard after the accident and prayed about it and two bigger guys were behind me and they pretty much took the brunt of everything, so I had it pretty easy most of the show. I said I probably owed them dinner or something. :)
As for the concert, Tegan and Sara weren't bad, although I wasn't blown away I did like their set just fine. I had heard they were good live and "stand up" comedienne's onstage, but they didn't have a lot of time for banter. They did manage a little, though. After they were through I managed to get a set list. Finally, it was time for Death Cab for Cutie. I recognized the guy managing the stage from previous shows and noted that he'd been with them for quite a while. He rather reminds me of Ben, too, although they look more alike when they both were wearing frames. LOL I guess one can't get away from noticing the changes band members make when you see them only once a year. Anyway, they apologized for the wait and played quite a long set which, of course, I didn't mind at all. :) They played When Soul Meets Body, I Will Follow You Into the Dark (with audience accompaniment), A Movie Script Ending (Highway), Crooked Teeth, I Will Possess Your Heart (with Intro) and quite a few others. Death Cab's stage presentation has become progressively better since the first time I saw them a few years ago. At one point Ben held up his guitar "rock star style" straight up and said he was just used to playing it I guess the "normal" ?? way? and said he needed to practice it but probably on their time because it looked cooler. Everyone laughed. After the last song the applause and chants started for "encore" and "one more song". Ben came out and said they would have to make it quick because they would all turn into pumpkins or something or other at 10 p.m. due to a curfew. Then they pretty much played right up to the limit. It was really a good set overall.
I tried to get a set list but was told there was none, even though I could have sworn I saw them tape paper down. So, maybe the took them with them? LOL Two of the security guys really tried for me, though, so that was cool.
Anyway, I tried to look for a key someone lost, to no avail, and I left when I didn't see her anymore. Then I headed for the merch table and bought one of DCFC's cd's that I didn't have (Something About Airplanes) and a tee, and the Rogue Wave cd and headed for the car. I took one look at the traffic and decided to wait a bit. I walked over to the farm just to look and saw a llama in the dark, and smelled farm smells, took a phone call from someone and finally headed for home. My daughter decided she had a friend that could bring her to pick up her car in the a.m., so that saved me an extra trip.
So, now I'm home, up way to late, and very tired. I think I'll put the dogs in their crates and catch some sleep.
I still intend to blog about meeting Ernie finally, I'm just waiting til I can get the pics up to accompany it. Hopefully I can do that this week.
And please, don't forget the Chapman family in your prayers. There's also a Prayer for the Chapman's group on facebook. I'll add the link later once I look it up.
Tonight I came home from work and headed for the computer to check my e-mail. What I found there had me totally and quite literally shaking.
As some may know, I was privileged to help cater at Steven Curtis Chapman's concert here in February (check out my Feb. blogs.) I never really got to talk to Steven during the day. He waved at me once, and I held the door open.. that's about it. However, I did get to meet both of his sons and have a short conversation. I thought they were really nice kids (yea, to me they're kids.) ;) Will plays drums for his dad, and his brother Caleb plays guitar.
For those that are unaware, Steven has adopted three precious girls from China. The youngest was 5. In a very tragic turn of events, Steven's teenaged son (none of the articles mention a name) was backing out of the driveway in an SUV and he apparently did not see the youngest girl Maria and he hit her. She was taken to the hospital where she died of her injuries. I almost cannot type this without crying. And it has left me shaken.
All this to ask you to keep the Chapman family in your prayers. I cannot imagine anything harder to deal with in my life. All my problems seem so small by comparison. It is obvious how much this little girl was loved by her mom & dad, and her brothers and sisters, and I am almost at a total loss for words. :(
Well, I decided it would be a good idea to make a white cake. Now I've made it from scratch before, but I wasn't planning anything that elaborate. I just had been craving some cake for some unknown reason and it sounded like it would be good. Besides, I've had two white cake mixes in the cupboards for what seems an eternity. It was time they were used.
So, I mixed up the cake mix (eating what was probably several cupcakes worth of batter in the process) and put a dozen cupcakes in the oven to bake. I even managed to put a load of dishes in the dishwasher. The recipe on the box cited 350 deg. as the recommended oven temp, but it seemed a tad hot, and sometimes my oven cooks a little on the hot side, so I decided to turn it down to 325. Then I headed downstairs with book in hand and proceeded to read the rest of The Five People You Meet in Heaven. (It's a bood book, btw.)
Usually from where I sit in the computer room, at my desk, I can start to smell things baking about the time they are ready to come from the oven. I didn't smell the cupcakes. I forgot about them. A good 45 minutes later my mind starts screaming, ""Cupcakes!" But then I was rather puzzled as I expected to smell something - something burning, but I didn't. I had no idea what I would find when I got to the top of the stairs. The cupcakes gratefully are not burnt. Oh, they are even maybe a little edible, but they more have more of the consistency of a cookie than a cupcake. So I have 12 rather "dry" and slightly crunchy cupcakes, but hey, they are not burnt. They aren't even too bad served with very vanilla soymilk.
Pardon me while I take the last three cupcakes out of the oven. Hey, three good cupcakes isn't bad. LOL After all, there are only two of us here.
Note to self: If the front door is open on a warm spring day, don't rely on smell to alert you to the fact that the cupcakes are done cooking. LOL
I'm still alive and kicking... albeit a bit to sore to do too much in that regard. I pretty much stayed out of work all week, except for Tuesday when I stupidly decided to try and work 4 hours. My back was in knots. So, I went back to see my regular doctor. He took an x-ray to be on the safe side and prescribed a muscle relaxer. I believe it is the generic version of Flexaril(oh, I need to double-check the spelling on that one) for 5 mg. I took one and it pretty much knocked me out for 12 hours. I literally was too heavy to get out of bed. I think laying in bed too long isn't good, either. But I did have a lot of sleep. My back is less knotted in one spot, but it is kinda sore all over. I spent so much time on the heating pad this evening that I felt a bit like a piece of cooked meat. LOL Am I done yet? Sigh...
I think it's slowly getting a little better, but I probably should see a chiropractor or something.
I received a check from insurance for the car made out to me and the bank. That's going to be fun. My husband wants to do the work himself. Not sure how that's going to play out. he ordered parts that are supposed to be here by Tuesday. I definitely want the body work done by a shop.
At any rate, say a prayer for me. I am going to try and go back to work 1/2 day again on Monday, and I need to go to the courthouse and try to figure out how much the citation is going to set me back. Then I need to find a chiropractor and figure out how to fill out the personal injury papers for insurance.
Anyway, time for sleep. I still have a few adventures to blog about like finally seeing Ernie Halter live and meeting him face to face and pics from a great show in Orem.
After my mishap on the freeway, I had a tow truck dispatched. It was supposed to take about an hour to arrive. I had to talk Chevron's tow service into it since it hadn't been cleared by the Highway Patrol yet, but they did. So, when a sherif arrived 30 minutes later (I thought no one was going to show up by that time), and told me that it would be quicker I debated. He pretty much encouraged me to let them call someone and in my shaken state I acquiesced. What I wasn't told was that the dispatched tow truck was planning to tow my car to a yard, and that if I wanted it towed home it would cost me $120 in cash. I was sorry I cancelled my dispatched tow truck. The UHP that arrived after the sherif pretty much told me I had to because my car couldn't stay there. Of course, my car HAD to be towed right then even though there was another car that was already on the side of the road not far away sticking out more than I was. It could wait to be towed, apparently. Had I the presence of mind at the time I would have suggested they tow that one. But, I was shaken, more than a little disoriented, and a girl with a mission. I was still going to the show. You know, the show must go on. LOL
So, after I was cited for improper lane travel (this is a joke, right? LOL), I got into my husband's car and headed for home. We arrived at home. The tow truck driver wanted to drop my car off on the street. My husband insisted he put it in the driveway. It was a good thing. The suspension was broken. Moving it off the street would have been a nightmare.
I was watching the time. I can still make it if... I can still make it. I'd been looking forward to seeing Vedera, The Myriad and Eisley for months, and I don't give up easily. I looked in my pocket to retrieve the ticket I put in my pocket after the accident and it had vanished. I tried to stay calm, printed up a receipt and hoped for the best. I had enough to repurchase just in case, but wanted to buy merch with that money. I convinced my husband to drive me to Salt Lake City. I said somehow I'd find a way home. Twice on the way down we were almost hit by cars, we ran into traffic (an accident worse than mine), etc., but we made it to the venue. I expected a long line since it was only 15 mins. until the doors opened, but there were probably only 25 or so people ahead of me. My husband parked the car on the side road. As I got out of the car, Steven of The Myriad was walking towards me. I think he recognized me and he smiled and said "hi" and I said "hi". I started a conversation and told him what happened and about the ticket. He said he'd see if I could still be put on the guest list. Then I asked if he would do me a favor and take some cereal to Eisley, and he said "Let's see if they are on the bus" and he walked with me to the bus. Boyd came out and I handed the cereal to I think Chauntelle. Boyd said he could smell the cereal. I was thanked lots. :) I was still kinda out of it. LOL Boyd was told what was going on and he walked with me to the front and then made sure I was on the guest list. Everyone was so nice. I finally was able to relax a little. My right side hurt a but, but I was doing o.k. I was glad it wasn't a pushy crowd. I found a spot on the right of the stage right under Steven's keyboard. Then I started chatting with people around me. The guy behind me I had seen at a previous show and we talked a bit. I told him about the accident. He probably heard me tell a few others. I bet he was tired of that story by the time the night was over. LOL Then there was a conversation with a group that waited for police two hours because they had an accident just down the street from the venue. One of them is on the Eisley boards. SO I wondered what the odds were of us both having accidents on the way, and then to end up standing right next to one another.
Finally it was time for the show to start and Vedera played. I had been listening to their cd a good part of the week, and was looking forward to hearing them play. I had seen them twice before, once opening for Mae, and another time opening for Mute Math at Kilby Court. They did not disappoint. I was really pleased to hear track 4 on the cd, which I love. The crowd gave them a good reception and the set up began for The Myriad. I have to say I really love those guys. I had seen them open for David Crowder Band in Boise in October, and I was totally impressed. I'm still impressed. It was a great set. I had a pretty good view of Steven's feet the whole time. Actually, they were kinda fun to watch. His feet really get into the music. LOL Well, part of the time he was playing guitar and I could see his face then. It was a treat to hear them play Grandfather Clock in full, and a lot of songs I've come to love over the last few months. I was soooooo happy to be there. Too soon their set came to an end.
But there was still plenty of good music to come. Eisley was next. I think it is the best I've heard Eisley sound, and I've seen them play a few times before. I could hear the vocals really well. Sherri's vocals were even a bit loud on the first song, but I was loving it. :) It seemed to go by so quickly, but they played a good, long set. Afterwards, I managed to get a set list. An Eisley set list is always something I love as they always have artwork, and are always pretty. :) Most everyone else that was looking for anything had their minds set on guitar pics. I had what I loved getting the most. :)
I put my camera gear away and headed for the merch tables. I talked to The Myriad for a while and showed Jonathan that I had my Copeland hoodie on. :) I purchased a tee shirt and the new cd, had the cd autographed, and pretty much talked to everyone except Steven. Steven and John left, but I had a photo taken with Jeremy, John Roger & Randy. I was laughing that last time I saw them my ticket was left at home and this time it was lost. I joked that one of these days I'd make it to one of their shows with my ticket. Last time two of the guys left before I could get a photo, same this time. (Someday I'll get a pic with Steven.) Then I went over to Vedera's merch table and bought an adorable blue tee with the life cycle of a monarch butterfly on it. Then I asked to have a pic taken. They consented. Then I realized I didn't have the right lens in and had to try to swap with one hand. One of the guys held everything for me and they were quite patient with me. :) The pics turned out cute, too. I knew Kristen's name, but not everyone else's, so we did introductions. They were some of the nicest people ever, and I was so happy to make a formal acquaintance. :)
After pics, I went to Eisley's table and saw Zane. I was glad I remembered his name. I asked if it was too late, and he said "no". I bought the "rabbit" Eisley tee in navy and took a pic of Zane. He said he wasn't anyone important, and I corrected him on that one! :) Then I headed out the door and waited for my daughter. I rather had hoped to see Boyd and the Eisley clan around somewhere, but it wasn't to be this time. I saw Randy again and asked if he would thank Boyd for me. I waited quite a while for my daughter (she ran into traffic and it was late even) and played with my camera taking 2-3 second photos just to see what I'd get. Obviously they weren't sharp, and I deleted all except one which I kept as a memory. Anyway, my daughter did finally arrive to pick me up and we stopped at a Taco Bell and headed for home.
It was one long day. I'm extremely happy I didn't miss the show. Now instead of just thinking of the accident, I at least have a fond memory.
There is a theatrical production with the title, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum (which I believe was also made into a movie) and for some reason that seemed to fit my day yesterday, although it wasn't so funny, I suppose.
I arrived at work about 11 a.m. yesterday to work a 4 hour shift. I was kinda bummed that I wasn't there a little earlier so I could leave early, but I consoled myself with the fact that crowds at the Avalon aren't usually there so early anyway. My original intent was to get the bands gift cards at Starbucks but I just ran out of time. I did pick up some cereal for Eisley as rumor has it they are big cereal fans. LOL But I digress and get ahead of myself all at once.
I arrived at work, put in my four hours and headed out the door. On the way out, my husband called. I think this was somewhere between 3:05 and 3:10 p.m. It was perfect timing as I was going to call him when I got to the car. I told him my plans for the day, where I was headed, etc. I climbed into the vehicle and headed for the Avalon. I expected to be there sometime between 4 & 4:15 p.m.
At about 3:30 or so, events put a crimp in my plans. Life has a way of doing that. I was driving in the middle of three lanes of traffic when I saw a truck cross a little over the line. I wasn't sure if it was going to come into my lane or just went a little over the line, so I prepared to change lanes to the left in case. As I was starting to go into the left lane I saw a car was in my blind spot, so I veered back into my lane, although I am guessing I turned back too sharply as my car went totally out of control. I careened across the right lane and into the guard rail. It felt almost like gliding. It's funny, but I kinda said a prayer because I thought I could really be hurt, and I felt a strange calm. I bounced back onto the freeway, and I fully expected to be impacted by 10 cars, but it didn't happen. I bounced into the guard rail again, I think, and might have again had the car not finally stopped. Two people stopped to see if I was o.k. - a gal in a van, and a guy in a pickup who was following an oversized truck (maybe the one I was concerned about.) The gal called for help and the guy said she could probably leave if she didn't see anything. He later told me he was a former highway patrol officer. He also said that the back end of my car was so far off the ground, that he thought I was going to flip and he only narrowly managed to avoid hitting me. I am grateful that both things did not happen. The whole thing borders on miraculous, including the fact that I am terrified of the airbags because I sit close to the steering wheel only being 5 feet tall and it did not deploy. I am terribly sore right now, but not as bad as I actually expected to be so far.
The suspension is broken, 2 badly damaged wheels, and 3 flat tires. That's what is known so far.
But the show must go on. I was determined. I convinced my husband to drive me to Salt Lake to the show and drop me off. Then I convinced my daughter to pick me up afterwards. Yea, the show was worth it. LOL
I will blog about the show later.
Oh, my car was nearly paid off. I only owed $700 which I planned to pay off with the economic stimulus package money. I just checked my bank account. The money was deposited in my account yesterday. Isn't it Ironic? I could add a verse to Alanis Morisette's song.
I can't see how I am going to catch up. I am so far behind on so many things that's it's far easier to sit here and blog about it. LOL
At any rate, just wanted to say that I will try to catch up, maybe on Sunday afternoon. I have been to two concerts this week, a graduation and a baby shower(Congrats Corrie! and James & Anne) One of them was the Superchick, Disciple, KJ-52, Britt Nicole, Starlit Platoon concert where I worked catering and took photos. I will post something more detailed later, but suffice it to say the concert was good, and the people were some of the nicest. Last saturday I saw The New Frontiers along with Alive in Wild Paint and some great local artists. Thursday I see Eisly, The Myriad and Vedera which I am probably the most excited about as I totally love all three bands. :) Friday, I finally get to see Ernie Halter. I think I've been trying to hoping to see him live for 5 years. LOL Finally!!! Now, if I just don't get lost trying to get there.
My hard drive is full, so I'd better go and make some space so I can work on photos. Otherwise I won't be able to take pics, and I believe both Thurs./Friday I can use my SLR. Woo hoo!!! :)
I love music! And I love going to concerts!! My favorite thing to do is to go to a concert with my Canon 20D and take photographs.
I love God, but I don't always live it out like I should. I'm trying to work on this, but I really need His help. I can't do it on my own.
When I look at the mountains I'm reminded that God truly creates, we can only duplicate it in some way. He is the author of beauty.