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The dad and kids from Boise, Grandmother and grandchildren from Paige, Mom and daughter from Montana who came because the daughter worked hard all year and made it to the top of her class (congrats!), the girl standing next to me for most of the concert who got so excited when Adam came onstage, and jumped up and down screaming when she got a guitar pick after the show, the young lady who came with her friends that I tracked down napkins for before the show started, and the kind woman who helped get security for me when I nearly passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, hot day, and an interesting night at In the Venue.  I was there to see Unwed Sailor, Mat Kearney and Owl City.  I was pretty excited about seeing Adam headlining as so far, I'd only caught two of his concerts opening for other people and I'd heard that his headlining show was much better and very good.  I was also excited because I was hoping to finally meet Tyler Burkhum (even if it  only ended up being a "hello" from the stage) and I was just happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait (from 11:21 a.m. to a bit after 6 p.m.) the doors opened, and I made my way to the front of the barricade.  I dearly hoped it would not the the usual "can of sardines" that often happens at shows since there were a lot of younger kids at the show.  I secured my spot just a tad closer to center than normal, but a little to the left.  Diana was next to me, and I'm sure I chatted her ear off.  I do that sometimes.  The venue was playing rap music, and having battled a headache a lot of the day, it wasn't helping.  But I tried to make the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time trying to get my camera to take a photo that wasn't fuzzy.  The lens clouded up on the outside in the heat.  Finally after what seemed an eternity, the show started and Unwed Sailor took to the stage. They were musically very sound, although it took me a little getting used to the fact that were no vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-7736K7m/0/M/IMG6173adj-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-7736K7m/0/M/IMG6173adj-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-nbH4zSV/0/M/IMG6166-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-nbH4zSV/0/M/IMG6166-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Unwed Sailor, there was another wait that seemed to drag on while the stage was set for Mat Kearney.  Once Tyler came onstage, I tried to take a few photos and had to work on getting a sharp pic again, and finally succeeded after too many tries. Then it was time for Mat to perform. I eyed the set list, being a fan adding to my set list collection, and tried to get a photo with enough depth of field to get a sneak peak.  I managed to read all but part of two songs on the set list. LOL  Nothing Left to Lose was the second song.   Then it was time for Mat to sing, and I have to say that I really love his voice, and Tyler and Mat's voices are an awesome compliment to one another. A few times they tried to do some moves on stage and it would seem they weren't quite together and then they would laugh, and it was hard not to laugh along.  Mat's 9 song set seemed to go by very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-S5Sb2dN/0/M/IMG6197sh-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-S5Sb2dN/0/M/IMG6197sh-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-fNgMHCw/0/M/IMG6254-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-fNgMHCw/0/M/IMG6254-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-KshdRxP/0/M/IMG6198-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-KshdRxP/0/M/IMG6198-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mat finished playing, my lower back was really hurting and I tried to squat down for a minute. I stood back up, changed camera batteries, etc.  There was a long set up/break time, but about 9:05 or thereabouts, Owl City took to the stage. The lights were blinding. LOL  But they were cool, also.  The music was awesome, and Adam was a lot of fun. I had to admit that Owl City as a headliner is pretty amazing and Adam is so very talented.  Just about the time Adam started to play Fireflies, I started to feel queasy.  I had felt a little queasy the day before, but it passed before I left for work, so I didn't think much of it. I wondered if the bit of nausea I felt was related.  I started sweating a lot.  I didn't think I was that hot, as we weren't all crammed together, and I really did have some air. Still I thought I'd better sit down. I felt okay sitting down.  About half way through the song, I really wanted to see, so I stood back up probably too quickly, and got very light headed.  I stood up a few and then sat back down.  This happened one more time and I thought I was going to pass out or be ill, so I sat down again.  After a couple more songs the nausea got kinda bad, and I couldn't stand up, so I tried to get someone's attention for help. Eventually, security came and carried me out.  Adam started playing Deer in the Headlights (which I wanted to hear "dearly") as I was taken outside, and lay down on the concrete steps.  A few minutes later, I felt tired, but fine.  The venue's medical person checked my pulse, I took the water and went to the side door to watch the rest of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-MTcPWFb/0/M/IMG6319-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-MTcPWFb/0/M/IMG6319-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-mttv8qV/0/M/IMG6317-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-mttv8qV/0/M/IMG6317-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-wp8g4Dp/0/M/IMG6279-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Owl-City-Mat-Kearney-Unwed/i-wp8g4Dp/0/M/IMG6279-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently while I was being carried out, Adam dedicated the song to me.  LOL  I missed the dedication.  He called me a girl.  I don't normally get great thrills out of touching musicians, but I thought maybe I should kiss him?  ;)  Friends came down from the balcony and wanted to know if I was okay.  I felt bad that they left their good spot to check on my.  And I hope I didn't mess up Diana's enjoyment of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still - even with my grand exit, it was a fun show and good evening overall.  I wouldn't mind doing the two or three songs over that I was sick, but the rest was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords I went to the merch table, then went back and talked to one of the venue guys I know and bought a Gatorade from him. Then I left the building and hung about with people at the buses to kill time so I could make sure I was safe to drive home. I met Daniel who was the Owl City drummer and connected with Derek whom I had met a few times when he worked with Relient K.  And I talked a while to the Mom and daughter from Montana.  I waited while they walked to their car with one of the security guys, and I chatted a few minutes before I headed off the two blocks to my own vehicle.  I used the remote start - my new toy - just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was uneventful except for a police officer pulling someone over, I stopped at my P.O. Box, came home, showered, ate some garlic spring rolls and half a bowl of cereal, took a shower, and came downstairs to edit and upload pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I should probably sleep.  Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Posted on Facebook a few days ago - the show was on July 13.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-4558484457657013387?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4558484457657013387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=4558484457657013387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4558484457657013387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4558484457657013387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoughts-before-i-drift-off-to-sleep.html' title='Thoughts before I drift off to sleep...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1697345258351623758</id><published>2011-02-20T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:02:29.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it snowed here today. So I took photos. What else? LOL on Twitpic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/423ehc"&gt;Yes, it snowed here today. So I took photos. What else? LOL on Twitpic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1697345258351623758?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitpic.com/423ehc' title='Yes, it snowed here today. So I took photos. What else? 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LOL on Twitpic'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-4609003380007077920</id><published>2011-01-18T21:54:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:10:36.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tazewell Inn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norfolk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mae'/><title type='text'>Reflections, Pt. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7324/1113887984_ftZng-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7324/1113887984_ftZng-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only woke up once or twice after I went to sleep.  I'd be up a short while and then drift back to sleep again.  It's unusual for me to sleep a full and uninterrupted 8 hours anymore, but I had a pretty good night's sleep Thanksgiving evening - something to be really thankful for. I had a lot of time to kill, but also some things I wanted to do and see.  It was Black Friday, and there was a huge mall a few blocks away.  I was anxious to go, and a little concerned that it would be really crowded.  I figured I could always come back if it was too crazy.  I think I took a shower, blow-dried my hair, and went to the second floor of The Tazewell to get some breakfast. Or did I get breakfast first? There wasn't really a lot available for breakfast on my usual diet, but I did have a bagel and some oatmeal.  I tried to toast the bagel - emphasis on the word &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt;.  In other words, I burnt the bagel.  It didn't look like it was burning, but it was cooking rather unevenly and some of it was quite black.  I decided to just have an untoasted bagel.  It was safer that way.  At least no smoke alarms went off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7287adj/1113754358_PTadM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7287adj/1113754358_PTadM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I was able to get the key to the computer room, check my facebook for messages and post an update. The computer was exceedingly slow for the most part, and I had to chuckle a bit at the fact that there was a floppy disk drive. At some point (before or after breakfast, I can't recall for certain) I took a photo of the toaster. (I'm guessing before breakfast since the toaster has a bagel in it in the photo. LOL)  The toaster had an appearance of age, and the timer was a dial.  The Tazewell was a lot like that - things with an appearance of age, but still somewhat anachronistic. I didn't use the flash at all for my toaster photo, and I must have looked pretty silly trying different exposures and angles to get enough light and still have a somewhat sharp photo. I'm pretty sure a few people thought I was rather weird.  I guess I never claimed to be &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I decided to make an attempt to walk to the mall.  I knew the general direction, and so I just headed out.  Along the way, I saw a Starbucks and stopped for a Vanilla Rooibos Tea latte (with Soy.)  I usually don't want all the sugars in that thing, but I will get it for a special treat now and again.  I reasoned that this was a good occasion for a treat.  I also reasoned that I was a little cold and something hot to drink was an excellent idea.  While in Starbucks, I asked direction to the mall and was given a little shortcut throught the building across the street.  While I was waiting for my drink, I noticed a flyer for The River James.  I had to take a photo as this is Jacob's (Mae's drummer) new band and I was pretty excited to see it there, and a little sad that I wouldn't be around on Dec. 14 to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7296adj/1113756787_kKMYK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7296adj/1113756787_kKMYK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had my tea in hand, I headed for the mall.  I wandered about and took a couple of photos on the way to the mall and in the mall.  The city of Norfolk has oddly painted mermaid sculptures all about.  I wondered if every area had it's "ugly" sculptures.  We have bison.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7316/1113885770_Ep2Bk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7316/1113885770_Ep2Bk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided at some point to hunt for some black jeans that fit since I'd been wanting some. Most stores had some sales until at least 11 a.m. and it wasn't 11 a.m. yet. It wasn't quite as crowded as I expected, not deserted, of course and it was a pretty large mall) so it was nice to not be overwhelmed. I bought a small stamp pad set for a discount at Sanrio, then spotted a Toys R Us Express (I think that is what it was called) and found a couple of adorable dolls for my granddaughters for a great price.  Of course, I had no idea where I would put the dolls to transport them back, but they were adorable, and I had a Toys' R Us giftcard that covered most of it. At some point I went to Barnes and Noble.  I picked up two books, Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton and The Soloist.  I could read later if I wanted something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7332/1113888928_C4Lef-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7332/1113888928_C4Lef-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2691/1113809656_GuymM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2691/1113809656_GuymM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7301/1113867862_ShHrS-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7301/1113867862_ShHrS-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7362adj/1113758631_ErQf5-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7362adj/1113758631_ErQf5-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wandered a bit more.  I saw this amazing lamp that was on a huge tripod and tried to take photos.  I was having a difficult time getting a sharp shot (no flash) and I had a nice little banter with the salesman who let me photograph it from inside the store.  The price tag definitely was enough to give most people a little sticker shock, but since it seemed like a rather upscale furniture dealer, it wasn't too surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7307/1113884164_Keisp-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7307/1113884164_Keisp-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7306/1113883979_bniPU-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7306/1113883979_bniPU-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed off and stopped to take a few more photos.  I was just about to attempt a photo of the fun lights one floor above me and a security gal stopped me and said I wasn't allowed to take photos. Then she spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find a business office card even though I tried to tell her it was okay I would just put the camera away. LOL  I was a little bummed, but it wasn't that big of a deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7311/1113884657_FVs2Y-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7311/1113884657_FVs2Y-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I set about in earnest to find the jeans I'd been looking for. I wasn't having much luck, although I did find a few things on sale at Charlotte Russe that I purchased.  I stopped at one store that was awesome as far as having petite sizes for my short self, and they had some great clearance prices, just not black in my size.  I did try something on there, but it didn't work out.  Mostly I was finding black jeans were all "skinny" at the bottom and I needed boot cut jeans.  I was referred to Forever Young's huge store on the first floor, and the jeans were all skinny jeans.  I tried a pair on, but they were really long, and they just bunched up at the bottom and looked pretty strange on me.  I did manage to get a couple pair of comfortable stretchy pants for $5 off their clearance rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Forever Young, I went up to check out the movie theater on the third floor.  Most of the third level consisted of the theater, and a food court.  There was also a Chili's.  After a while, I decided to have lunch in the food court and head back to the hotel. The plan was to come back to the theater later, see the movie Red, and have dinner at Chili's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the hotel, I read a bit, got back on the hotel computer, and killed time until it was time to head out to have dinner and see the movie.  I ordered a Salmon dinner from Chili's and it was quite good and satisfying. :)  Then I bought a ticket and went inside the theater.  I had seen a trailer for Red online some time before it came out, and I liked the cast.  For some reason I didn't get that it was a comedy, so that was rather a surprise. It was a little cheesy in places, but there was a lot of action - shooting, blowing things up, etc., so it wasn't dull and it was enjoyable enough.  Besides, how can one go wrong with Bruce Willis and Morgan Freeman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie I went back to the hotel and waited.  It didn't seem all that long before Stephanie arrived, and I was actually expecting her a little later.  I was kind of glad she came earlier than I expected.  She said they were all next door (other Mae fans, and Zach from the band with his fiance) so we got ready and headed over to the Irish pub.  Zach seemed really tired, so he didn't stay long, but I did have a chance to talk to his fiance for a bit before they left.  She was such a sweet person. :)  I was the only one not imbibing, so to speak, so that was a bit awkward at times.  Everyone was pretty "happy" by the time we left. I ordered a soda (the only thing they really had besides water) and wasn't charged for it.  I guess they give free soda to "designated drivers".  In this case, I guess I was the designated walker since we were all just heading for the hotel.  I was tired by the time we left.  Stephanie was pretty exhausted, which was understandable, having driven from Ohio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a bit and got ready for bed.  Tomorrow was a big day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, pt. II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-4609003380007077920?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4609003380007077920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=4609003380007077920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4609003380007077920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4609003380007077920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections-pt-ii.html' title='Reflections, Pt. II'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-137314818657721092</id><published>2011-01-05T16:43:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:00:34.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections from the end of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7247adjcr/1113749603_EPgVe-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7247adjcr/1113749603_EPgVe-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has come and gone, at least in the here and now. In my mind, I haven't totally grasped the concept.  The last few months of 2010 were a whirlwind, followed by a huge lull, exhaustion and finds me struggling somewhat successfully with a lack of motivation.  I think my theme is forever tied to a Dicken's line (it was the best of times, it was the worst of times) as that is usually how it feels to me.  To be honest, I have been beyond blest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in November, I pondered the idea of making a trip to Virginia to see Mae's last U.S. show.  I have had an online friend for sometime, who is also a big fan of Mae's, and she was driving from Ohio to the show.  We had bantered back and forth on a few occasions about meeting at the Norva to see Mae play a home show, but always it was "someday".  Someday came and I was forced to choose - to give up the idea entirely, and let it go, or head out to Virginia.  I started looking up airline flights and was discouraged by the cost.  I didn't really think I'd be going, but kept checking.  I set up a test - if I could find a ticket for $250, I'd go. After a week or two, I found a ticket for $270 and tried to decide. I went back and forth for more than an hour. My memory suggests that I bought the ticket in the wee hours, but it must have been later in the a.m. or afternoon as I was called back to work shortly after I booked the flight. The cost of the tickets came up at $250, although by the time taxes and fees were added the total cost came to $312.  I didn't even have a ticket to the show yet.  I didn't have a place to stay.  I could write an entire blog on how nothing about this trip was planned out in advance (as I normally would plan trips like this out and never book a room or flight without a ticket in hand) and how everything did in fact work out.  One wrinkle in the plan was that I had to leave on Thanksgiving Day in order to get the great flight price.  So I did plan Thanksgiving a Day early.  My family was pretty understanding, or if they weren't, they didn't let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much flying by the seat of my pants, so to speak, and I must say, just a little nervous about it.  At the same time, I was really excited to meet Stephanie. I also contacted friends who live about an hour from Norfolk (where the venue is) and hoped to be able to visit with them. I was rather excited about that as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between working, planning to attend several concerts, and work the concert on the &lt;br /&gt;18th, and watching my granddaughter, most of November is a blur.  November went by slowly and far too quickly all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, my daughter, and her boyfriend, my granddaughter, and my husband and I had a nice turkey dinner with lots of trimmings.  It was really odd to log into facebook with everyone talking about what they would be doing for Thanksgiving the next day after everyone had gone home, since truly seemed like Wednesday was the holiday and Thanksgiving had concluded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Miscellany/IMG7154adjcr/1136764290_Vsirm-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Miscellany/IMG7154adjcr/1136764290_Vsirm-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything did work out from Thanksgiving dinner, cleaning up after, packing, transportation arrangements, and places to stay, sometimes last minute, but it all worked out perfectly.  &lt;br /&gt;My itinerary to Norfolk had one stopover, and both the flight from Salt Lake to Atlanta, and the flight from Atlanta to Norfolk left late, but arrived 10 minutes ahead of schedule.  I was quite concerned about any delays since the flights were timed pretty close together. An although, it was a bit of a hike from one terminal to the other, I made it in time to use the restroom and grab a sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to stay at a hotel very near the concert venue on Thanksgiving, and there was even a place across the street open where I could have a grilled chicken sandwich.  The service wasn't too good, but at least I had dinner. There Tazewell was also near a huge 3 story mall and within walking distance was a nautical museum and the USS Wisconsin, so there was a lot to do for the 3 days I was to be in Norfolk.  I still had no idea where I was staying for certain since I hadn't heard back with confirmation from my friends yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7322/1113887592_mvJMj-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7322/1113887592_mvJMj-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it to Norfolk in one piece without a hitch, with a room ready and waiting.  The transportation I arranged in advance was simple and everything went smoothly getting to the hotel. The hotel staff was amazing and very accomodating.  &lt;br /&gt;I asked about an internet cafe, and it turned out they had a business center which was basically a small room with a computer.  The computer was not terribly speedy and I had to laugh because it actually had a floppy drive.  I still have floppy disks, but I haven't seen a floppy drive in a while.  The hotel definitely was older, but also very nice.  My room was on the 4th floor, and the elevater doors were mirrors, so you had to look twice to see it was the elevator.  It was also quite tiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7375/1113895194_i2dQx-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7375/1113895194_i2dQx-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7348adj/1113757559_MmDzK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7348adj/1113757559_MmDzK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2682/1113808361_JVSUD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2682/1113808361_JVSUD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2684/1113808698_TQeXw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2684/1113808698_TQeXw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2676/1113807915_RRFc2-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2676/1113807915_RRFc2-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2683/1113808496_DRjpo-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2683/1113808496_DRjpo-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2687/1113809176_DeYg2-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG2687/1113809176_DeYg2-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday, I would be alone until late Friday night.  IT was eerily quiet, but I was completely exhausted since I had almost no sleep before my journey. I took photos of the room, from the room, and self portraits in the mirror, had dinner across the street, worked a few crosswords, turned on the television; and went to sleep really early.  The bed was very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7180/1113867246_dbXkr-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7180/1113867246_dbXkr-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7211/1113868130_JiXzF-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7211/1113868130_JiXzF-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7260/1113869319_o4PGf-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7260/1113869319_o4PGf-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7168adj/1113749059_Lttwi-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-Virginia-and-Maes-Last/IMG7168adj/1113749059_Lttwi-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, pt. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-137314818657721092?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/137314818657721092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=137314818657721092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/137314818657721092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/137314818657721092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections-from-end-of-2010.html' title='Reflections from the end of 2010'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6123780801884306897</id><published>2010-12-12T22:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:34:17.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='originality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Miscellaneous-Cruise-photos/IMG0970/54929395_JYcQB-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Miscellaneous-Cruise-photos/IMG0970/54929395_JYcQB-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading C.S. Lewis quotes. This one grabbed my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning..." &lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the one I was searching for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased." &lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis (Weight of Glory and Other Addresses) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these also caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair." &lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." &lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll see if I can find my copy of Voyage of the Dawn Treader now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6123780801884306897?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6123780801884306897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6123780801884306897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6123780801884306897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6123780801884306897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-reading-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1769452609481609589</id><published>2010-12-08T03:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:01:17.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silverline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disciple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Welch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trans-Siberian Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the avalon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear and the Headlights'/><title type='text'>Seeing Red and the Christmas Season Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7109adj/1098695269_go7H6-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7109adj/1098695269_go7H6-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6907/1102998322_hawpq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6907/1102998322_hawpq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, 2010, was a busy time, although I admit some of the business was of my own making.  There were a lot of concerts I really wanted to attend, but I was called back to work in October, and I hadn't been furloughed yet, and sometimes a girl does have to stay home once in a while. If time and money were no object, I would have certainly spend the first few weeks in November at a concert nearly every night sometimes more than one on the same night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found myself missing Circa Survive, Sara Bareilles, Lifehouse, and others that I would loved to have seen.  I especially hated to miss Sara Bareilles on November &lt;br /&gt;17, but I was working in catering/hospitality for the Red concert the following day, and I still had not been furloughed.  I not so secretly hoped that I would be let go at the close of business on the 16th, but it wasn't to be.  Instead, I was furloughed on the 17th, and was able to use leave to work only half the shift.  This left me some time to prepare for Red.  On the way home, I stopped at Wal Mart to pick up a few items I still needed to prepare the food.  I also had to clean the kitchen thoroughly and make sure it was all ready.  I fixed potatoes for potato salad, made huge fresh green salad and potato salad.  I still had potato soup and chicken noodle soup to prepare.  It was a long night, and I didn't make it to sleep until after 3:30 a.m.  Somehow I managed to sqeeze in a full 3-1/2 hours of sleep before I had to finish up, load up the car and head for The Avalon to set up.  I was running a bit late, but as frequently is the case, the timing all worked out and lunch was ready pretty much on time.  I was still a little nervous about timing later in the day, though as I needed to leave around 3:30 p.m. to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra's 4 o'clock show.  I had to leave, watch the show, drive back for the rest of the Red concert and hope not to miss too much and then help with clean-up, etc.  It was enjoyable getting to meet everyone and make sure they were taken care of.  Everyone I met on the tour was really nice and appreciative.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2628/1098697501_rwkQz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2628/1098697501_rwkQz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2627/1098697248_gKEDz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2627/1098697248_gKEDz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, 3:30 came around and I took off to the Energy Solutions Arena to see TSO. This was the 5th or 6th time I have seen TSO's performance, but to me the Christmas season officially begins when TSO is here.  I had a few small glitches getting to the venue, but made it in time.  Once I got inside I found the merch vendor, purchased a program and then headed down to my Floor 3, Row 6 seat.  Just as I was heading for the stairs, I saw a sign that said photography without flash was allowed.  This was a first for TSO here, and since I'd been short on time I decided to leave my camera in the car.  I tried, in vain to get permission run out to my car, but alas there was no re-entry allowed, so I ran down to my seat instead and sat down just as the show was starting.  I really missed my camera, but I took a ton of bad cell phone pics, so at least I have something.  As always, TSO was dazzling, moving, fun and beautiful all around.  The first part of the show primarily centers around a storyline about a father praying for his girl to come home and an answer to that father's prayer.  There is a portion where a bum sings and tells a part of the storyline.  On the West coast tour, the bum is Bart Shatto, and he does an amazing job.  He added a little humor in his portrayal this time and he did an moving and memorable job of the part.  I always look forward to seeing him onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgG6hgeEI/AAAAAAAACAo/2xBMg7U61f4/s1600/150504_10150095495390568_556970567_7685216_8274436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgG6hgeEI/AAAAAAAACAo/2xBMg7U61f4/s320/150504_10150095495390568_556970567_7685216_8274436_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548540412825729090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgGh-gSoI/AAAAAAAACAg/MypACddIYGI/s1600/154457_10150095495340568_556970567_7685213_4788409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgGh-gSoI/AAAAAAAACAg/MypACddIYGI/s320/154457_10150095495340568_556970567_7685213_4788409_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548540406236465794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vocals were the best I've heard, and that's saying a lot.  Then the story finally ends, and the concert continues with rock meeting the classical, and a light show complete with laser lights and fireworks.  It's really impressive. The day after Thanksgiving used to mark the Christmas season for me. Now it is seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra.  Usually I attend the later show, and wait in line for the meet and greet after the show. I love telling Bart how much I loved his portrayal of the bum, teasing Angus, and always love meeting Tommy Farese. I really did miss that this year.  I would have loved to have met the new narrator this year, Phillip Brandon, and tell him what a fantastic job he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBg8F1g_DI/AAAAAAAACBY/VxFr0__OX8o/s1600/156507_10150095495025568_556970567_7685197_2520500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBg8F1g_DI/AAAAAAAACBY/VxFr0__OX8o/s320/156507_10150095495025568_556970567_7685197_2520500_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541326395505714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrpP0JiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/5vqAPL-XatU/s1600/156334_10150095494930568_556970567_7685194_4145865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrpP0JiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/5vqAPL-XatU/s320/156334_10150095494930568_556970567_7685194_4145865_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541043843278370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrpC1qoI/AAAAAAAACBI/xyL8IPKP9jQ/s1600/156179_10150095496350568_556970567_7685256_2068271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrpC1qoI/AAAAAAAACBI/xyL8IPKP9jQ/s320/156179_10150095496350568_556970567_7685256_2068271_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541043788851842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrCnW0vI/AAAAAAAACBA/fqRxeyUDf2k/s1600/156131_10150095495260568_556970567_7685208_1891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgrCnW0vI/AAAAAAAACBA/fqRxeyUDf2k/s320/156131_10150095495260568_556970567_7685208_1891_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541033473037042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgq3PbIVI/AAAAAAAACA4/EIHVzacVWQ4/s1600/155004_10150095495625568_556970567_7685226_3873027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgq3PbIVI/AAAAAAAACA4/EIHVzacVWQ4/s320/155004_10150095495625568_556970567_7685226_3873027_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541030419865938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgqW6YOlI/AAAAAAAACAw/9ZMcmnqY80A/s1600/154530_10150095494895568_556970567_7685192_508640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgqW6YOlI/AAAAAAAACAw/9ZMcmnqY80A/s320/154530_10150095494895568_556970567_7685192_508640_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541021741660754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon the show came to an end and I ran out to where my car was parked.  I didn't see my car at first so it took me a bit to find it, but then I headed out on the road.  Traffic wasn't at all bad which really surprised me, and I was back at the Avalon just after Silverline's set.  I hated to miss Silverline, but I could't be 2 places at once. I went to check on the hospitality area and everything was fine.  While I was there I took a photo of one of the guys in Head in his "V" mask, because he said I could.  Then he got so close to the camera I wasn't sure it would turn out well, but it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6862/1103002780_uVSkP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6862/1103002780_uVSkP-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious about the upstairs window overlooking the stage since I attend a lot of concerts at The Avalon.  I asked about it and was told as long as no one was up there I could check it out for a little bit.  Jay went up with me and we watched a bit of Brian Welch and Head from the window and took a few photos. Then I grabbed all of my camera gear and headed out towards the front.  Security escorted me to the balcony which was awesome. I didn't really think I would like Head much, but I liked them better than I thought I would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6892adjbw/1098680742_FCjfT-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6892adjbw/1098680742_FCjfT-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6865adj/1098678680_C4mZu-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6865adj/1098678680_C4mZu-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7116adj/1098696625_7ZUHw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7116adj/1098696625_7ZUHw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6918adj/1098681970_RxHgL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6918adj/1098681970_RxHgL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciple set up to play next and I really liked their set a lot.  They prayed before the played, and were pretty upfront about their beliefs even doing an appeal for Compassion International child sponsorships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6994adj/1098686287_CafF9-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6994adj/1098686287_CafF9-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7013adj/1098688388_6fBCk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7013adj/1098688388_6fBCk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7014adj/1103004995_3i6gk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7014adj/1103004995_3i6gk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6979/1102995661_MAfZB-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG6979/1102995661_MAfZB-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Disciple finished playing, it was time for Red to set up.  I got a kick out of the fact that they taped things down with red tape. I had one of the best spots in the place and it felt odd, but wonderful.  While there were no barricades, people were not right at the stage, so I had plenty of room to walk around and take photos.  Oh, I still did plenty of clapping, cheering and moving to the music in between photo shots.  The lighting was difficult because it rotated and changed so frequently and drastically, but I did get a few decent shots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7092adj/1098693539_6WYRQ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7092adj/1098693539_6WYRQ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7084adj/1103004402_XrwZs-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7084adj/1103004402_XrwZs-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7068adj/1098690208_88zko-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7068adj/1098690208_88zko-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7060adjbw/1098689841_XKeRZ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG7060adjbw/1098689841_XKeRZ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Red completed their set(and after their Encore) I went back to work on cleaning up a bit, getting my things in order, and making myself a cup of hot tea while I was at it.  There was a lot of left over potato salad, and some leftover green salad among other things.  The soup disappeared long before. I started talking to one of the guys from Silverline and tried to help him out with something.  I ended up talking to the Silverline guys a lot in the back of the venue and outside.  I bought their cd and we got pics together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2630/1098697672_2yHyw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Red-Disciple-Head-Silverline/IMG2630/1098697672_2yHyw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped goofing off and went back to work, counting and hunting down towels, sweeping the stage, and eventually loading my car.  It was freezing outside so loading wasn't my favorite part.  LOL  While I was sweeping the stage, I pulled up some red tap to find an All Time Low Guitar pick (the played The Avalon on May 4.)  There is a gal at work that loves All Time Low, so I think I will give it to her when I return to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Eleanor and I both drove out of the parking lot in our respective vehicles and headed for home.  I was very, very tired, but the drive home went well over all, except for me stopping fast to avoid running a yellow light with a cop behind me.  I was definitely ready for a good night's sleep and I would definitely do it over again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God bless..&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1769452609481609589?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1769452609481609589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=1769452609481609589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1769452609481609589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1769452609481609589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/12/seeing-red-and-christmas-season-begins.html' title='Seeing Red and the Christmas Season Begins'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TQBgG6hgeEI/AAAAAAAACAo/2xBMg7U61f4/s72-c/150504_10150095495390568_556970567_7685216_8274436_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-841194345237468289</id><published>2010-12-05T13:35:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T03:53:28.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the avalon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electric Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Hello Utah, Goodbye Mae</title><content type='html'>November 4th and 5th had come and gone.  In case the significance of those dates escapes you, they were the dates of the two Utah concerts on Mae's final tour.  On November 4, I was privileged to be at the Electric Theater in St. George and be a part of that experience.  It was a long drive, but I made it in pretty good time and checked into my room at the Best Western, once I discovered at which of the two Best Westerns I had reserved a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2486/1082465987_QxW6B-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2486/1082465987_QxW6B-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2488/1082461299_7Z7iP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2488/1082461299_7Z7iP-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2424/1082464663_EEnZ3-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2424/1082464663_EEnZ3-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was checked in, it was only a short walk to the venue.  I arrived insanely early.  Face it, what else was I planning to do anyway?  So I walked over to the venue and waited for a little bit before I decided to go next door to a small thrift store run by the local pregancy care center. I found two pair of jeans for my granddaughter and stuck them in my bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2434/1082464798_9hpTv-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2434/1082464798_9hpTv-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back and waited a little more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2435/1082466455_FEVN5-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2435/1082466455_FEVN5-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2431/1082460242_VSxLk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2431/1082460242_VSxLk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took a few pics here and there to kill time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2440/1082464889_RCdHm-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2440/1082464889_RCdHm-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2447/1082466667_gzmFG-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2447/1082466667_gzmFG-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2445/1082463476_hqyEp-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2445/1082463476_hqyEp-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point (the time frame escapes me), Mae arrived.  I went next door and grabbed something to eat, and then got nervous because it took quite a while, and I couldn't see if anyone else was showing up.  I was nervous for nothing.  I am frequently nervous for nothing so I guess that makes me a slow learner. I sat down and ate my food. It was a French Dip with some really unusual cole slaw that was quite delicious.  After a while, a young couple showed up and then they left again to get something to eat.  At some point, Mark came out and said "hello" and chatted really briefly. I was there to hear sound check, and for most of it the doors were open.  I took photos of things to kill time, and listened to dave sing one line out of the song "Bloom" over and over, occasionally changing a few words in a humorous fashion.  He sang the rest of the song once or twice, so it felt like I was getting a bonus. I wish I could recall what he said. People did eventually start to arrive for the show, but most came pretty close to door time. John Allred was the opener, and I was looking forward to hearing him play again. During set up I talked to Trenton a good long while about camera-related issues, mostly.  John sang and played, and I thoroughly enjoyed his set. I talked to a few people in line who had mainly come just to see John, though most liked Mae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5901adj/1082451880_UWm8C-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5901adj/1082451880_UWm8C-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5902adj/1082452478_HDSoM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5902adj/1082452478_HDSoM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5912adjcr/1082450378_UjrxC-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5912adjcr/1082450378_UjrxC-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5869adj/1082487132_FKyHH-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5869adj/1082487132_FKyHH-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5874adj/1082480665_LMp3G-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5874adj/1082480665_LMp3G-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had looked forward to hearing Windsor Drive who was to play next, having only just listened to a song or two once or twice, but they had to cancel out due to a death in the drummer's family. Terrible Things followed John, and I absolutely loved their set which was energetic and fun - but then I really like Fred Mascherino so that was no surprise, and I was able to snag the set list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2450/1082463579_TCMr9-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2450/1082463579_TCMr9-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2456/1082463723_YMH8F-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2456/1082463723_YMH8F-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5934rese/1082467871_GAPsW-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5934rese/1082467871_GAPsW-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5935adj/1082468249_cQPnX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG5935adj/1082468249_cQPnX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for Mae. I watched them tape the set list to the stage and vowed to keep my eye on it.  I collect set lists.  Mae's set lists have often been rather elusive for me.  I am pretty sure that Mae played all of the songs I most wanted to hear with the exception of A Memory, The Melody. The venue was small and intimate and so was the concert. No one was pushing, or shoving, but people were engaged and singing every word.  I almost felt guilty snagging the set list between the last song and the encore, but the encore wasn't on the list, so I went ahead. The encore was amazing. A good group of us in the front were chanting for The Fisherman song, and they played it.  I think it was on their set list for the end all along, but we didn't know that at the time nor did I really care.  It was just incredible to hear it all live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2467/1082463963_8W6qM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2467/1082463963_8W6qM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6135adj/1082496078_ELFdw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6135adj/1082496078_ELFdw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6142bw/1082496351_NiNXz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6142bw/1082496351_NiNXz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6102rerot/1082468483_WTvKN-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG6102rerot/1082468483_WTvKN-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TPyXllRGgeI/AAAAAAAACAY/5fca7ZsTL1E/s1600/74468_497464775567_556970567_7549383_2508591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TPyXllRGgeI/AAAAAAAACAY/5fca7ZsTL1E/s320/74468_497464775567_556970567_7549383_2508591_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547475512928403938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended and I talked to Fred, and purchased his cd. I talked to John and some of the band. I talked to Jacob, then to Dave, and pretty much everyone in Mae at least once, had photos taken, and signed Jacob's book. Then I eventually wandered back to the hotel room taking photos along the way.  A few turned out.  Some didn't.  So the 4th had come to an end.  But it wasn't over yet. I had plans to get up early and make the drive back to The Avalon in Salt Lake City for the second (and last) Utah stop on Mae's Goodbye Goodnight tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2481/1082461185_mVpx7-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2481/1082461185_mVpx7-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2480/1082467446_r7onu-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2480/1082467446_r7onu-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2479/1082465864_Rsh9r-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2479/1082465864_Rsh9r-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2478/1082464196_ez34A-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-St-George/IMG2478/1082464196_ez34A-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came too early, but I wasn't sleeping anyway.  I was up before my cell alarm even went off.  I got cleaned up and dressed and went over to get a little of the complimentary breakfast. Then I loaded up my car, and headed down the road.  I had a gift for Jacob (cloud photos) and which needed a three part frame.  I hadn't found one at my local Wal Mart.  I mentioned it to Dave the night before and he suggested I try Michaels.  I had no idea where between St. George and Salt Lake I would spot a Michaels. I did see a Kohl's on the way, however, and thought perhaps I could stop there on the way out.  I pulled off the exit and into Kohl's lot only to see that it was next door to Robert's.  Robert's is a craft store, rather similar to Michael's.  &lt;br /&gt;I parked and went inside and looked for a frame.  A sales associate helped me to find what I needed and then mentioned that one of the frames was actually on sale for 1/2 off.  It had to be providence.  I purchased the frame and headed for Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I arrived at The Avalon somewhere between 2 and 2:30 p.m. I put Jacob's gift together.  Mae arrived very shortly after. I saw Jacob and said "hello", and I really wanted to give him his gift, but he was on the phone.  I think he was on the phone the entire time.  It ended up back in the car -- waiting.  I was hungry by then so I finally went across the street to get something to eat.  I spied a place that was something of a cross between Greek/Italian food.  I ordered a sandwich, and then noticed they had a Rooibos/Cranberry drink and decided to give it a try.  It was pretty good.  I went back across the street and ate my food. I walked around, took pics of the marquee, tried to catch Jacob when he wasn't on the phone (to no avail) and waited for someone else to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6209/1098411081_A5wQL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6209/1098411081_A5wQL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A few did.  I heard sound check again.  I heard Bloom many times over the course of 2 days. I had an extra ticket I had promised to someone and occasionally I would text him to find out when he was coming.  Eventually people arrived, and the doors opened.  He still wasn't there, so I was able to get people to hold my spot long enough to leave the ticket at the entrance for him.  I think it was then that I was able to pick up the Mae cd and a Bloom tee for a friend, but it could have been later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around Windsor Drive was able to play the show, albeit with a substitute drummer (who was actually very good.)  I really loved finally getting to hear them play, although I had some issues with their smoke machine.  It was aimed straight at my face and a few times it made breathing difficult as I'm mildly allergic.  You know it's bad when someone next to you complains about it as well. However, I liked them enough to determine then and there to pick up their cd's.  I tried for the set list, but the gal next to me got it.  She let me take a photo while Terrible Things set up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2526/1098665460_7tyUM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2526/1098665460_7tyUM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6242adj/1098388707_C4weg-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6242adj/1098388707_C4weg-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6246adjcr/1098390406_5R67y-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6246adjcr/1098390406_5R67y-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I loved hearing Terrible Things play.  Fred is also a lot of fun onstage. I even remembered a few of the words here and there - very few, but for me that's pretty good. LOL  The crowd was starting to pull in closer in anticipation for Mae.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of energy in the room, and it was growing every minute. I was able to get the set list for Terrible Things again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6250/1098419245_Mjsvd-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6250/1098419245_Mjsvd-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6317/1098432773_ohH6s-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6317/1098432773_ohH6s-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6274/1098425970_juLhq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6274/1098425970_juLhq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6309/1098431710_u2ygp-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6309/1098431710_u2ygp-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6264/1098420110_NHowT-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6264/1098420110_NHowT-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed an eternity waiting for Mae to set up, but I knew it would be over far too soon, they would pack up and I might not see them again.  The lights went down and the crowd started chanting for Mae. Just a few more minutes and the took the stage.  The audience went crazy.  Song after song, people knew every word.  People applauded, cheered, jumped, danced and created an incredible amount of energy. It was a rare time where everything seemed so connected -- the band and their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2552rese/1098385486_gHjdC-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2552rese/1098385486_gHjdC-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6418/1098466435_SMzdG-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6418/1098466435_SMzdG-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6449adjcr/1098388313_r5ZnX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 379px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6449adjcr/1098388313_r5ZnX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6378adj/1098518037_vZr5z-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6378adj/1098518037_vZr5z-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6366/1098448626_iFySp-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6366/1098448626_iFySp-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6360adj/1098392378_7VjDo-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG6360adj/1098392378_7VjDo-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it came to an end (as all good things do) and the concert was over. The guys decided to stick around and meet everyone and people lined up.  I went over to Windsor Drive's merch table, purchased their ep's and had a photo taken.  They seemed like very nice guys.  I saw Miss Corey and we chatted a few minutes.  I was trying to figure out a way to get my gift for Jacob out of the car as reentry was not an option for me. Corey went out to my car and retrieved it for me, which I thought was very sweet. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2507/1098663615_dwosb-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2507/1098663615_dwosb-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stopped at Mae's merch table and decided I really wanted the hoodie, so I asked to have one held until I could run down to the ATM. Then, gift in hand, I took my place towards the end of the line.  Not long after I got in line, I was interviewed for the DVD.  I was a little caught off guard, and I'm sure I sounded pretty lame. LOL  Who knows if it will even make the cut anyway.  ;)   After a while, I came close to the end of the line and gave someone my camera to snap a photo for me.  Rob smiled and said, "It's Melanie Ta" which made me laugh since that is just my online screen name on Facebook and Mae's community site. I had given Tyler some Hershey's kisses for Rob, and I asked him if Tyler gave him his kisses.  Tyler proceeded to give him something other than chocolate kisses.  I still don't know if he ever got them. There were hugs, and then I gave Jacob his gift.  He seemed to really like it.  :)  That made my day.  It was hard to tear myself away, but I did and then stopped to take a photo on the way out of people signing Jacob's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2567/1098668107_3gQnK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2567/1098668107_3gQnK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2563/1098667731_dMCc9-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2563/1098667731_dMCc9-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2554/1098667205_5ryTs-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2554/1098667205_5ryTs-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2558/1098667540_rUHQg-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Salt-Lake-City/IMG2558/1098667540_rUHQg-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I literally RAN to the bank a block or two away, used the drive up atm to get enough cash for a hoodie and ran back to the venue.  I went to the alley where they were all loading up and chatted a bit until I was able to get someone to get me a hoodie.  Success!  Then I said my goodbyes again and got into my car.  It was very late by that time.  I was very tired, but happy and satisfied.  It was bittersweet, in a way, but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mae, for the memories.  I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-841194345237468289?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/841194345237468289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=841194345237468289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/841194345237468289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/841194345237468289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-utah-goodbye-mae.html' title='Hello Utah, Goodbye Mae'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TPyXllRGgeI/AAAAAAAACAY/5fca7ZsTL1E/s72-c/74468_497464775567_556970567_7549383_2508591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2256139015106243310</id><published>2010-09-26T18:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:10:26.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steele train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vedera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='311'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candlelight serenade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making april'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashboard Confessional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third eye blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priscilla Ahn'/><title type='text'>Staying awake</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at my computer desk trying with all my might to stay awake; and wondering if I should just give it up and take a nap at 7:30 p.m.  A song runs through my head... ah ah ah ah staying awake, staying awake, complete with the Bee Gees harmony.  But first things, first.  Translated, that means bloggin before sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last &lt;em&gt;episode&lt;/em&gt;, I was hoping to be furloughed on Friday August 20.  I had hoped to take annual and leave a little early so I could be well-rested for Candlelight Serenade.  I did almost get my wish.  I was furloughed on August 20, but at the close of business which means I was not given an option to leave early.  SO, it almost worked.  Instead I worked late, stayed up even later and had about 3-1/2 hrs. of sleep.  When driving in the morning for an hour or more, it isn't the best of ideas.  Still, I made it up (slightly later than planned) and was at the venue bright and early. I was, in fact, the first in line even though I was only there an hour before door times. It was not too long before a few people showed up, but even when the doors opened things were pretty laid back which was rather nice actually.  I had a vip ticket (not the one with the tent and food, just first entry and best location) and did not have any camera problems even without stopping to get my photo pass first. I never did collect it.  In hindsight perhaps I should have, but things worked out well. The only stipulation was no flash and I was definitely okay with that policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the day, I was front and center at the barricade and had no idea where the vip people were supposed to be.  Neither did anyone else from what I could tell. Someone suggested by the sound booth which didn't seem likely as that would have been a downgrade from where I was. LOL  After the first few bands played, they did finally divide the grassy area into thirds, and the middle section was for VIP.&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed with ALL of the music on the main stage and enjoyed every artist.  Making April and The Fictionist were really good.  I had never heard either band perform before and I was definitely impressed with them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1436sh/979575760_3dbgz-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1436sh/979575760_3dbgz-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1477adj/981562773_uRiJj-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1477adj/981562773_uRiJj-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorites performed (though not in this order at all), Sherwood, Relient K, Vedera are bands I have seen a number of times, and I am always impressed with them. Kristen's (Vedera) vocals were so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1783/1011026346_A8NKb-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1783/1011026346_A8NKb-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1781/1011026136_b5WHj-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1781/1011026136_b5WHj-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1918/992498165_iisVs-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1918/992498165_iisVs-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1880adjsh/979568997_WBS27-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1880adjsh/979568997_WBS27-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1875sh/979568102_fykBz-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1875sh/979568102_fykBz-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1615sh/979573613_TWqTX-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1615sh/979573613_TWqTX-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1618adjsh/979575258_ddtRo-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1618adjsh/979575258_ddtRo-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Priscilla Ahn's set. Prior to Candlelight, I'd only seen a video clip on Candlelight's facebook.  Her song about "boobs" made me literally laugh out loud, and I looked it up online and shared it with my darling husband the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1705sh/979567456_xbGWS-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1705sh/979567456_xbGWS-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye Blind was really good, and they are rather a guilty pleasure of mine.  Stephan Jenkins made a comment about all of his lyrics being dirty.  It wasn't literally 100% true, but not that far off. But I have to admit to loving it anyway, just not 100%?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1532adjsh/979566700_d6CfB-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1532adjsh/979566700_d6CfB-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1579sh/979571589_G5NwR-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1579sh/979571589_G5NwR-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved Steel Train's set, especially Bullet.  It's a great song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1653/983012198_XWcGQ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1653/983012198_XWcGQ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1664sh/979571911_iEEyd-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1664sh/979571911_iEEyd-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon Trees really gave the crowd their monies worth for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1796/979580344_oDjiz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1796/979580344_oDjiz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1852/979578999_eKumt-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1852/979578999_eKumt-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1846adj/981590333_ivyW5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1846adj/981590333_ivyW5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Allred was amazing as always (even though he was pretty sunburned. LOL) Next time he plays outdoors, I'm bringing sunscreen (which reminds me, thanks to the girls who let me borrow their's when I walked out the door and left mine sitting on my desk!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0638/983003026_e29Em-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0638/983003026_e29Em-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding up rather well, for most of the day, but started to falter a little during Relient K's set.  It figures, with Relient K being my favorite band and all.&lt;br /&gt;About 2/3 of the way into their set, I started feeling queasy and had to sit down. for a song, then back up, then back down, etc.  Everyone around me was very nice, and helpful!!  The people around me offered to hold my spot so I could eat and go to the bathroom.  I hadn't had food in a long time, or moved from my spot, and I guess that was a bad idea.  I managed to find some cinnamon almonds, purchased them, and ingested a few (not normally on my diet) before finding some more "dinnerlike" sustenance.  It was chicken, couscous, and spinach.  It was really very good, but there was enough for 3 people!  There was a little bit of a language barrier, and I ended up with a full meal when I was just asking for chicken and rice.  I paid her a dollar more than I thought I was supposed to and there was no offer of change, and I didn't care but thought it odd.  It was a lot of food.  Later when I looked at the photo, I realized what happened, and I probably paid her a dollar too little, which made me feel bad.  She didn't say anything, just that I would like the food. I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0710adjbw/981601764_hxD2n-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0710adjbw/981601764_hxD2n-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate as I walked back to the barricade.  I managed to make it back just as Chris of Dashboard Confessional started his set.  He was fun, funny, engaging and the music was good.  I felt much better, although it took a little bit before I was back to feeling somewhat normal.  I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2079adjsh/982068548_7pNZY-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2079adjsh/982068548_7pNZY-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2050adj/981554370_42k6V-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2050adj/981554370_42k6V-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chris played, the 311 brothers performed, and they were amazing.  I'm not a huge 311 fan, but I left rethinking that since their music was incredible performed live.  Come to think of it, I should go back and take a complete relisten to their tunes!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1991adj/979580688_aRrfZ-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG1991adj/979580688_aRrfZ-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2007adjsh/992520936_ffqdu-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2007adjsh/992520936_ffqdu-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, during set up times, there were a few speakers that spoke about child slavery and prostitution.  It was such a heartbreaker.  It never ceases to amaze me the depravity that some people get into, and how much it hurts people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0566adj/981558546_ixbuy-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG0566adj/981558546_ixbuy-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, everyone was given a small candle (the flameless variety) and the artists came back on stage to sing John Allred's song that was written especially for the event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2105adjbw/982068407_JSSBY-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/candlelight-serenade/IMG2105adjbw/982068407_JSSBY-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my trash, walked back to the merch tables and had a nice, long chat with Scott Cannon.  It's been a while since we could talk very much, and it was good to finally be able to chat.  I did feel a little helpless when he was getting the merch straightened. I offered to help, but then he seemed to have his system down and I didn't want to mess him up by interrupting.  It was awkward, a little, but he didn't seem to mind.  Somewhere in the process I bought a candlelight tee, although there were no small's, so it's a bit on the large side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I headed out to my car and braced myself for the drive home.  It was a long day, I was exhausted, but it was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2010 was nearing a close, but it wasn't over yet.  There was still Avalyn's first birthday to look forward to!!!  It was definitely a busy time.  I'm still playing catch-up, but I'm getting there.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2256139015106243310?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2256139015106243310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2256139015106243310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2256139015106243310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2256139015106243310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/09/staying-awake.html' title='Staying awake'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-5140544813834307815</id><published>2010-09-12T12:09:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:57:35.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waking Ashland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Venue Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilby Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feet Feet Feet Parachute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larusso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Looking Back, Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI063N3hMmI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Jd6zhXDGUrw/s1600/jonathanfingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI063N3hMmI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Jd6zhXDGUrw/s320/jonathanfingers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516129838888464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time that I finally sit down here and pull my thoughts together over all that has gone on in the last month or two. I've been keeping pretty busy, but still probably goofing off a little to much in some respects.  I sleep hard when I get to that point, but generally not long enough (rarely 8 hours), so I have definitely been tired.  I think this needs to come up next time I have a physical, which is due about now. The problem with feeling tired, is that I tend to get less done, feel less alert, think less clearly, get into more trouble, lose and forget things. A case in point, I am missing a 50 mm. lens, one set of keys, and a remote trigger currently. At least I know where the remote trigger is if I can remember to inquire about it when I'm at church.  I hope it's still there, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, I was called back to work after a very short furlough, and the callback was rather brief as well. On August 13, I had tickets to the Waking Ashland Reunion tour at Kilby Court and I was working.  Fortunately I had know way ahead of time and it was already on my leave calendar. So, on August 13, I was able to rest a little, take the day off and head down to Salt Lake City to see Jonathan and company at Kilby.  On the way I stopped at the Gateway to see if Miss Corey still needed a ride, so we visited shortly, and I headed to the venue.Kilby is a very small venue that is something akin to a very large garage.  It possibly holds about 200 people or so. It's really cozy.  The stage entrance is outside near the entrance, so it's pretty much near impossible not to meet with artists that play there.  There is a "courtyard" of sorts with a fire pit (although it wasn't being used on the 13th, since it was summer) and a shed where merch is usually sold. For some reason the merch tables were set up outside in the "courtyard."  There were a few waking ashland tees that were pulled from storage in someone's garage, and cd's. I purchase a cd and a couple of tees that were reasonably priced. Several of the openers were there when I arrived, but I didn't see Jonathan anywhere or Jason of Feet, Feet, Feet Parachute, and I had something for them.  Eventually I caught up with them and Naked Juice and Bananas (Really, Naked Juice is a drink, look in the stores. LOL)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larusso opened with an acoustic set, and I always enjoy Aaron's performances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI0-TvUv-dI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ME41QLs2KYE/s1600/IMG_0981adjbwrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI0-TvUv-dI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ME41QLs2KYE/s320/IMG_0981adjbwrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516133627440658898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI0-TBgij-I/AAAAAAAAB_0/JN_Qlos9rqo/s1600/IMG_0969adjrs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI0-TBgij-I/AAAAAAAAB_0/JN_Qlos9rqo/s320/IMG_0969adjrs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516133615142080482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Aaron finished his set, The Trademark took over the stage, and the whole venue for that matter. Riley is a bit crazy on stage. The music is a bit on the screamy side for me sometimes, but one cannot say their show is boring. It did seem an odd fit with the other bands, though. At the start of their set, the Trademake guys all were wearing fake mustaches, but Riley just couldn't get the thing to stay on for more that a minute or two.  I think that has become sort of a "trademark" for the band, and perhaps I'll ask how that all started sometime. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1005adj/970020201_d9PTz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1005adj/970020201_d9PTz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI05mREwscI/AAAAAAAAB_k/oZVtpjk8lcY/s1600/trademark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI05mREwscI/AAAAAAAAB_k/oZVtpjk8lcY/s320/trademark2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516128448179909058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI05lx_QA-I/AAAAAAAAB_c/ibubXarvfbw/s1600/trademark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI05lx_QA-I/AAAAAAAAB_c/ibubXarvfbw/s320/trademark1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516128439835296738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band to perform was Apple Horse from Idaho. I was really impressed with their set and liked their music quite a lot. The only caveat was a song they did having something to do with a unicorn.  We were told that there was going to be a piano song, but it was being changed, and it turned out to be my least favorite in the set.  It wasn't bad, it just didn't grab me like the others.  I do think I'll be purchasing some of their music in the near future.  After Apple Horse finished playing, I asked for the set list and was able to get a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1033adj/970024172_Fp4JL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1033adj/970024172_Fp4JL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1018adjrs/969128874_VZJnq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1018adjrs/969128874_VZJnq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1035adjrs/970025259_He7WN-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1035adjrs/970025259_He7WN-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1055adj/970022578_RYksK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1055adj/970022578_RYksK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet, Feet, Feet Parachute was setting up to play next.  Jason De la Torre is the lead singer for 3Feet Parachute (like the nickname?) and he also plays with Jonathan's band, We Shot the Moon, so I've seen him a few times before. Last time We Shot the Moon played, he performe one of his songs and I enjoyed it.  I have the cd, and I have to say his vocals don't sound quite the same as in the live performance.  I was a little concerned that I wouldn't like it, but to the contrary I enjoyed the set a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1100adj/969128437_Ce5a2-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1100adj/969128437_Ce5a2-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was finally time for Waking Ashland to play.  I had never actually seen Waking Ashland before, though I've seen Jonathan solo, and We Shot the Moon a number of times.  Somehow when the original band was together, the timing never really worked out.  They played the entire Composure album from start to finish and I loved every minute of it. I took a lot of pics, although with lighting being what it is at Kilby getting anything sharp was difficult at best, so there weren't many I consider publishable.  I very rarely record shows for a few reasons, one being that most artists don't allow it, although some that say it obviously don't seem to care and even mug for the camera.  I was pretty sure Jonathan didn't mind, so I had the brilliant idea of recording one of the songs.  Jonathan has a great voice and great keyboarding skills, and is just such a joy to listen to.  (I do wish the vocals had recorded a bit louder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-LthG6MV3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-LthG6MV3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1166adj/969136092_knNiZ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1166adj/969136092_knNiZ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1125aqdj/970014268_FiabC-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1125aqdj/970014268_FiabC-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1201adjrs/970024677_5FP7Y-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1201adjrs/970024677_5FP7Y-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1180adj/969127613_fpxaL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/waking-ashland-reunion/IMG1180adj/969127613_fpxaL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, I hung about a bit, talked to Corey, Jonathan, and several other people.  I had my photo taken with Trevor (drummer for WSTM and FFFP) and Jason&lt;br /&gt;and they showed off their "guns".  (Not sure I'll ever get used to that term.  It makes me laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI03iC0KeqI/AAAAAAAAB_E/VJS_jRoz0OU/s1600/jasontrevorguns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI03iC0KeqI/AAAAAAAAB_E/VJS_jRoz0OU/s320/jasontrevorguns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516126176609467042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited about a bit until I could get a photo with Jonathan before heading for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI04Le9QnJI/AAAAAAAAB_U/L2on6ICPIzQ/s1600/jonathanme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI04Le9QnJI/AAAAAAAAB_U/L2on6ICPIzQ/s320/jonathanme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516126888538446994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recall correctly, that was the night they had freeway (and/or) lane closures and it took a little extra time to get home.  Still I made it home sooner than I would have had I gone to work, albeit not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday it was back to work, as usual but I had another show to look forward to the following Saturday, August 21.  Candlelight Serenade with some of my favorite bands and people all for a good cause.  I was excited about it.  I didn't need to request the day off, since it was a Saturday, but I did really hope to be furloughed by Friday because sleeping is a little nice sometimes and the doors opened at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got my wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end part one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5140544813834307815?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5140544813834307815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5140544813834307815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5140544813834307815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5140544813834307815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-back-looking-forward.html' title='Looking Back, Looking Forward'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TI063N3hMmI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Jd6zhXDGUrw/s72-c/jonathanfingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-3749782343936495693</id><published>2010-09-05T18:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:06:35.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's soapbox time again...</title><content type='html'>soapbox   &lt;br /&gt;"Someone who addresses their views with an amount of passion is said to be &lt;br /&gt;standing on their soapbox. In public places like London's Hyde Park individuals can advocate one cause or another. Some speakers in these public forums will bring a 'soapbox' to project their voice and to be seen by those who might cluster around. &lt;br /&gt;If you would get off your soapbox for a minute, you'd hear what I have to say."&lt;br /&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=soapbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 I purchased my first personal computer (my first computer was actually an old CPM) in the form of an IBM 386 from Sears.  It served me well publishing a prolife newsletter until I decided that I wanted to try the internet. It wouldn't work, so I upgraded to a newer IBM 486, and subsequently signed up for Prodigy with my 1200 baud dial-up modem.  It was on Prodigy that I learned how to stand on my soap box without carrying it around with me.  The prolife issue was probably the one issue nearest and dearest to my heart, and I spoke out often.  Eventually, I carried that over to the World Wide Web, debated on numerous newsgroups and bulletin boards (especially Yahoo's boards.)  I could probably debate with the best.  I wasn't easily offended, and I always attempted to be civil.  As abhorrent as I find abortion itself to be, I do realize that at least some people have their reasons for supporting it's legality.  After a time I stopped going to the boards as I just grew tired of the name-calling, mischaracterization and general disregard for others (and sometimes for logic.) It could be exhausting at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are certainly an important thing.  And I would never suggest that one not &lt;br /&gt;choose their words carefully.  Nor is it likely that anyone will ever find me saying that terminology is irrelevant. Many years talking about the prolife issue have most certainly convinced me of that. On the other hand, sometimes semantics are just that - semantics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to define the terms here, this is how Merriam Webster defines semantics:&lt;br /&gt;"3b : the language used (as in advertising or political propaganda) to achieve a&lt;br /&gt;desired effect on an audience especially through the use of words with novel or dual&lt;br /&gt;meanings."  In my lifetime, it seems semantics is also the language one must not use as it relates to social change (as in propaganda for a cause - good or bad.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time it was "politically incorrect" to call someone a postman, or a woman Mrs. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, Mrs. is still out of favor with many.  There was political pressure applied.&lt;br /&gt;Terms for people of different racial/cultural backgrounds changed and what was once acceptable became perjorative.  In all the changes, I didn't necessarily see hearts changed.  The terms changed, the issues and problems remained.  It's not that some things did not change over time, but there seems to be a huge disconnection between the two.  So recently I got in trouble with someone over just such an issue.  And because I stated my opinion polititely (but publicly) about the efficacy of their approach. Since I expressed an opinion about a particular method, it somehow made me a traitor against the whole cause.  Nothing was (or is) further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not something new. I am the sort of person that speaks my mind when&lt;br /&gt;motivated to do so.  I try hard not to just agree with people I love and respect just to keep the peace, but I am not normally looking for a fight, either.  It is my feeling that if we are friends, then our friendship will be enhanced by our differences and strengthened by honesty.  I never intend to be brutal.  I attempt to be civil and hope others can be the same.  I also strive to find areas we CAN agree on.  For instance, I may not think that most abortions should be legal, but I have had friends that think they should be available on demand: we can usually agree that women in difficult pregnancy situations need supportiveness even if we still disagree on I on how it would be carried out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to subscribe to political correctness on any side of an issue.  I do tend to lean towards a more conservative viewpoint, and often wish both those with a more liberal political bent and those who are conservative leanings could exercise more charity - especially with those who disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are "conservative" are not stupid, uninformed, misinformed, uncaring,&lt;br /&gt;against charity, or bigoted, at least not any more than people who are "liberal."  People on the other side of more conservative views (e.g. liberals) are not stupid, uninformed, misinformed, or unpatriotic loons.  Certainly in any population of any size one can find examples of people who exhibit those traits, but in general, it has not been my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I have had friends that post regularly on facebook and other places that explicitly or implicitly suggest that conservatives are just what I described, and I also know conservatives that have delved into name-calling as well.    I am not resentful of it particularly, but I cannot say that it doesn't hurt sometimes, because sometimes it does. And it usually leaves a lasting impression - it just may not be the impression that was hoped for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think that people who sometimes straddle opposite sides of the political&lt;br /&gt;fence are brothers and sisters in Christ, it saddens me.  There is one way to salvation, and it has nothing to do with anything other than one's relationship to Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what Christ has said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 13:35 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;"35.  By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:10 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;"10.  Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge is this:&lt;br /&gt;Do really read what people have to say, and if they disagree with you "agree to &lt;br /&gt;disagree" respectfully.  Do find out what they care about as you probably have more in common than you think.  Do work towards common goals.  Do treat the other person &lt;br /&gt;with the respect you would want to be treated, and Do more to love.  Loving others is&lt;br /&gt;a choice and a committment.  On the flip side: Don't take disagreeing on an issue as a personal affront.  Most likely it isn't.  And resist the urge to do anything but love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my soap box for the day, but before I stand completely down I want to say this:  Intelligent, caring people can disagree.  They can even disagree greatly.&lt;br /&gt;Disagreeing with someone, even publicly, is not hateful nor the definition of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a nickel for everytime disagreement as been interpreted as hating, I'd have a small fortune. I love my children.  I don't always agree with them.  I love my husband, but sometimes we don't see things eye to eye.  I can disagree with you and love you.  For Christians it should be the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-3749782343936495693?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3749782343936495693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=3749782343936495693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3749782343936495693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3749782343936495693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-soapbox-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s soapbox time again...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2740565622420034962</id><published>2010-08-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:43:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45Days.mp4</title><content type='html'>I plan to be involved in this, please consider taking part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rHD6fGlqqok/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHD6fGlqqok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHD6fGlqqok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2740565622420034962?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2740565622420034962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2740565622420034962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2740565622420034962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2740565622420034962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/08/45daysmp4.html' title='45Days.mp4'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1595639798448170110</id><published>2010-08-06T03:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:21:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy in the Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvht7Sn5GI/AAAAAAAAB-0/d4ZBYSY7gtk/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvht7Sn5GI/AAAAAAAAB-0/d4ZBYSY7gtk/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502239548889359458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks, I've been busy watching the granddaughter, and also with concerts.  This week it has been watching the granddaughter, making a very small headway in the housekeeping front (not nearly enough) plus Vacation Bible School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently helping out with Vacation Bible School at my church taking photos.  This year they are using a purchased program that has a slide show that is projected on a screen, and I am helping one other person with taking the photos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was difficult as the program had our "station" too early in the evening to really complete it in time, especially if you added our inexperience and&lt;br /&gt;technical difficulties.  We finally ended up showing the first one during snack time, and the second one at the end of the evening as planned.  Things have gradually gotten easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a challenge, but it's also been a lot of fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of the building tonight, there was much ado about a very large beetle.&lt;br /&gt;Some (like me) found the beetle fun and fascinating, some were repulsed, and others just wanted to squish the poor thing.  I wanted a photograph. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvgOyvrHTI/AAAAAAAAB-k/lyNvRkgJmeE/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvgOyvrHTI/AAAAAAAAB-k/lyNvRkgJmeE/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502237914507713842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvg66st_RI/AAAAAAAAB-s/xeZzze86tho/s1600/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvg66st_RI/AAAAAAAAB-s/xeZzze86tho/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502238672557047058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not quite sure what it is, although I do have one possible idea.  If you are an entomologist or just know what it is with a little more certainty, please pass it along.  I'd be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... time for some needed rest.  "Vacation" is over.  I was called back to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1595639798448170110?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1595639798448170110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=1595639798448170110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1595639798448170110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1595639798448170110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/08/keeping-busy-in-summertime.html' title='Keeping Busy in the Summertime'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFvht7Sn5GI/AAAAAAAAB-0/d4ZBYSY7gtk/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6736035675446524871</id><published>2010-07-29T22:45:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:12:32.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runner Runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Serenade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Tie Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>My July Day in Lehi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9701/944793621_pswCX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9701/944793621_pswCX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Point in Lehi really wasn't where I expected to be on July 17. I was all set to work for People for Christ ministries for the Know Hope Tour with Mark Stuart and Will McGuiness of Audio Adrenaline and company.  I even had cases of water loaded into my car (and which are still sitting in my car as a matter of fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been really looking forward to finally meeting Mark having heard a lot about him from an online friend, having seen Audio Adrenaline in concert several times, and reading his facebook entries.  I have a lot of respect for him and the work he does with the Hands and Feet Project in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.handsandfeetproject.org/home.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were not a lot of ticket presales (a common problem here) and the decision was made to cancel the show.  I was disappointed to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have been following a band called Over It for quite a while now and they had made a few changes and reformed as a band called Runner Runner.  They were to open for Secondhand Serenade on July 17 and I was feeling badly about being unable to go.  Runner Runner had come once or twice before recently, and the timing wasn't good then either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did the obvious thing, and on hearing about the Know Hope Tour cancellation, I bought a ticket for the Secondhand Serenade show in Lehi.  I also bought a ticket to see VOTA on the 18th in Springville.  Then I questioned my sanity.  Lehi is about 53 miles from my house, and Springville is a little farther down the highway.  I figured I was going to be tired by the time the weekend ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was the James Taylor/Carole King concert, Friday I expected to work, and then be furloughed. (As it turned out, I got a call that I was furloughed Thursday just as I was on my way out the door to work; so I didn't have to work Friday.)  Saturday, I expected to leave for Thanksgiving Point early as it was a general admission concert.  I had hoped to arrive by about 10 a.m. as I recalled some people arriving early last time Secondhand Serenade played a concert in the Salt Lake City area. As it turned out, I left later than planned and actually arrived at 11:15.  When I arrived there was a dad, his two sons, and a girlfriend of one of the sons there already.  We were it for a little while.  We all had early entry tickets to the show.  It would be a long wait, but it was really a beautiful day out and a great day to be outdoors.  Last time I was at Thanksgiving Point it was to see Death Cab for Cutie and I had to wait through thunderstorms, and the show as an hour late. LOL  The company was interesting, as the dad also has a cooking show, so we talked about that a little, as well as music, etc.  It's fun getting to talk to people while waiting; and they kept my spot in line so that I could go to my car, to the restroom or over to take a photo of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9714/944794448_dZcc3-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9714/944794448_dZcc3-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9713/944794326_FedJb-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9713/944794326_FedJb-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9709/944794143_XeZyH-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9709/944794143_XeZyH-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9707/944793930_7iPWw-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9707/944793930_7iPWw-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit later on, more people started to arrive. First a couple of gals waiting in the regular line (not early entry), and then a couple of young ladies joined us as well as another small group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had come rather prepared camera-wise.  I brought a small point and shoot with extra batteries and memory, my larger point and shoot (same), and my pro camera set up.  Everything was charged and the memory had plenty of space.  I intended to inquire about photography and what was and was not allowed before the show and I was prepared to go with anything from nothing to cell phone pics to point and shoot to pro.  I might have left the pro stuff at home if I didn't know a few people involved with the show, so I brought it just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went on, and I probably drove people crazy talking too much.  I ate the snack I brought along, put the trash in the car, plugged my phone in the car so that it would be well charged, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally was able to ask someone about cameras, and she found out that point and shoots were okay, even my bigger one.  So I was happy about that.  I never thought to ask about DSLR's as I just didn't expect a pro camera to be allowed unless I saw someone and got a pass. About an hour before the show was to start, I ran into a friend who had a pass and was supposed to do a photo shoot for two of the bands.  There was another gal there who was supposed to have a pass to interview Runner Runner for her website.  Both of them had trouble getting things squared away and getting in. Neither of them were happy.  In the course of conversation, one of the guys happened to seem surprised that I couldn't take my SLR in since he figured the bands were okay with it. So, I waited a little bit and then asked someone about the SLR.  It took a while but she checked on it and said it would be okay, just no flash photography.  I was totally fine with that.  I really did emphasize that I just wanted to know what was okay before the gates opened as it didn't do me any good to pay for an early entry pass and wait all day if I had to go back to my car.  Once hearing the good news, I went back to my car and traded out cameras.  A little over an hour before the doors were to open, I decided to put the larger point and shoot away and not take in two cameras.  I had my keys on a "bracelet" around my wrist, and in the process it fell off my wrist in the car, In other words, I locked my keys in the car.  I carry an extra set in my tote, but it was now in the car as well.  So I was locked out.  I didn't even have my phone, so I had to borrow a phone in order to call someone to come and unlock my car.  I was a bit stressed about the doors opening while I was still locked out, but I think God was smiling on me and the tow guy was on the way to tow someone else, my situation was quick and easy and on the way.  So, I was able to get my car unlocked in time.  Phew!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a tad frazzled, but safely back in my place in line before the doors opened. :)&lt;br /&gt;One of the gals mentioned that I still had my tote bag (my purse) with me, and I had not planned to take it in, so I thanked her and locked it in the car, being really careful not to repeat the earlier scenario. What I had forgotten is that two of the extra batteries and extra memory were in my tote.  I think that is called a Comedy of Errors.  I think I could have written the play. But I wasn't aware of that little problem yet.  I was beginning to feel relief, and the doors were about to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the table and handed my ticket, I was told I couldn't take my camera in.  I wasn't too happy, a bit frazzled, and explained that I had just been told that I could.  I asked if I could find my spot on the stage and bring it back.  The guy relented.  Then I saw the gal that told me it was okay, and she reiterated the fact that I could use it, but if I used flash I'd have to leave.  So, I ran for the barricade and found a good spot.  I didn't leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I killed time talking to people around me and waited for the show.  I was a little shaky and hoped that would stop before Runner Runner came on  stage.  About the time Runner Runner was through setting up, I had settled down quite a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runner Runner's set was a lot of fun.  They did a great job on stage, made it fun for everyone, and I know they made a lot of new fans.  It was still somewhat light out, although the lighting was interesting and not as easy as I thought it might be. &lt;br /&gt;The first camera battery wasn't fully charged, so I swapped out batteries to find the second that was fully charged wasn't holding a charge.  It was then that I remembered where the extra batteries and memory were.  So, I'm a bad Girl Scout, and I wasn't so prepared after all. Still, I really enjoyed Runner Runner's performance, and the other photographer with a pass snagged the set list for me.  :) (I collect set lists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9260/945388473_rb65b-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9260/945388473_rb65b-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9272adj/944796031_gJs8E-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9272adj/944796031_gJs8E-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9258/945388144_Rt6AS-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9258/945388144_Rt6AS-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9243adj/944795717_JnAqf-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9243adj/944795717_JnAqf-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9239/942066273_Pu5j6-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9239/942066273_Pu5j6-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed an inordinately long set up time, White Tie Affair took the stage. &lt;br /&gt;They hit the ground running.  The gals who let me borrow their cell phone to call the auto club earlier, were there to see White Tie Affair, and they let me listen to one of their songs before the concert.  I expected to really like them a lot, and I did.  The language was a bit much for me at times, but the music was good. Chris (the lead singer) was all over the stage and came off the stage onto the barricade.  &lt;br /&gt;I had my camera resting on it and before I could move it he stepped over it.  So, I tried to move it really fast so he didn't have to on the way back and smacked myself in the face.  I had a little bit of a fat lip. I am soooooo co-ordinated.  Then he jumped down before he got there anyway.  I had to be a bit judicious with photos since I had little battery power, and not quite enough memory, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't keep many of the White Tie Affair photos, since they weren't that sharp, and I had to conserve space, but I got a few passable shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9302adj/944796338_erErF-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9302adj/944796338_erErF-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9306adjrs/952355272_WPtHL-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9306adjrs/952355272_WPtHL-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9328adjbw/944798784_mKqEB-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9328adjbw/944798784_mKqEB-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9317/945390207_FvAWt-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9317/945390207_FvAWt-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After White Tie Affair was finished, I waited to see if I could spot a set list that might be available.  I watched and waited and asked a stage hand.  He actually was kind enough to jump down from the stage and hand it to me. Just as I had it in my hand, the gal next to me grabbed it and yanked hard taking it away.  I guess I must have sounded pretty angry and pretty much told her no way and took it back.  If I knew she was a huge fan (like that gals that let me borrow the phone) and she really wanted it, she could have asked.  As it turns out, she didn't pay for her ticket and was there because her uncle worked for the venue.  The security guy got a little on my case about calming down.  I guess I sounded really angry, but I felt more incredulous and shocked than angry, really. I'm sure there was a bit of adrenaline involved because of the way she snatched it from my hand. I told him several times I was fine (and he didn't seem to believe me.)  I finally explained that I wasn't going to hit anyone or anything, and he said, "You're right because you'd be out of here" or something quite similar to that, which left me feeling kinda weird. He also told me I had a bit of a short fuse.  Huh?  Was she going to respond to, I'm sorry, but will you please give me back what you just stole from me really nicely?  So, I finally told girl who took the setlist from me that I was sorry if I sounded really angry, but I just wanted her to know it wasn't okay.  I told her if she had asked I might have even given it to her.  So, she said it was okay, and then asked if she could have the paper now.  Wrong response.  I said, "no."  LOL  Not too long into the Secondhand's set (or was it just before) she left.  I was still not comfortable with that whole thing, but when she left the people around me said unflattering things about her and her behavior. Okay... maybe I have to work on the forgiveness part just a little bit more. LOL  I'm getting there.  I just didn't like the way I was made to feel awful for not being okay with someone stealing something from me and felt bad if I sounded like I was going to hurt someone because I didn't feel that way.  Fortunately, by the time Secondhand Serenade was set up and ready to play, I had settled a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did enjoy Secondhand Serenade's performance. It was a bit crowded up front, but mostly calm. I was able to get a few pics, but ran out of battery before it was over with.  I wanted to get a few as the couple behind me had asked if about them since they hadn't brought their camera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was definitely there for Secondhand Serenade.  Everyone was singing along and John seemed to be really happy with the crowd. He was really very personable on stage, and I enjoyed it a great deal.  It was my second time seeing Secondhand Serenade, and the atmosphere was a little different, and I the sound was a little better this time, for the most part (except for a few songs where the vocals went a bit low.) After John left the stage, there was a good amount of cheering and calls for more and he came back out for an encore.  It was then that I could get an idea of just how many people were there. :) I waited, again, to see if I could spot a set list and was able to finally get one.  It was only the second time I'd been able to get a list for all of the bands at a show.  (Oh, and I noticed later that the month was listed as 6 instead of 7 on Secondhand's setlist, which was kinda fun and amusing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9346bw/944799675_bU8oB-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9346bw/944799675_bU8oB-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9341/945390799_eewVp-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9341/945390799_eewVp-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9337/945390596_v92WC-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9337/945390596_v92WC-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the merch area and hung about Runner Runner. I spotted Peter, and he didn't realize who I was at first.  (Thanks Peter. LOL)  It must have been the hat.  I looked up and he was like, "Oh, it's you!"  Then I talked to Ryan for a little bit, and told him how much I enjoyed the set, and liked the new single.  Eventually, I got a few really bad photos with them via my cell phone (actually, they aren't bad for cell phone pics in the dark.)  I wished I had my point and shoot with me, but figured I couldn't go get it and re-enter.  I ended up buying a few items at the merch table for Runner Runner, chatted some more, went over and had a bad cell photo taken with Chris of White Tie Affair who seemed somewhat awkward around me for some reason, and then back to talk to a the Runner Runner guys. I had my photo taken with James, Runner Runner's drummer at some point, and since I didn't have someone handy to take it for us, he said he'd do it. It only took three tries, which was awesome because it would have taken me at least that many.  IT made me feel better. LOL  And it was kind of fun. I didn't really think I could delay the inevitable any longer, so I started to leave and realized that people could still come and go from the venue. Instead of leaving, I ran to my car, grabbed my point and shoot and had a photo taken with Nick, John &amp; James of Runner Runner.  Peter and Ryan had already left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9717/944794628_FCqWt-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/IMG9717/944794628_FCqWt-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/07-17-102312adj/944794878_xiUuf-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/07-17-102312adj/944794878_xiUuf-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/07-17-102319adj/944794685_eVjWB-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Secondhand-Serenade-White-Tie/07-17-102319adj/944794685_eVjWB-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFKH28wKlzI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QdRjq_LagIw/s1600/07-17-10_2329adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFKH28wKlzI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QdRjq_LagIw/s320/07-17-10_2329adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499607473063630642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFKH2gtlkpI/AAAAAAAAB-U/GocHHYUmKzU/s1600/07-17-10_2308adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TFKH2gtlkpI/AAAAAAAAB-U/GocHHYUmKzU/s320/07-17-10_2308adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499607465536623250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I psyched myself up to make the long drive home and headed back to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way home, I thought about stopping to get something to eat. In fact, my original plan was to stop in Centerville, but then there was a ton of construction and traffic backups in the area.  From that point on, there was a running debate in my mind about stopping to eat vs. driving home.  In the end, I drove home, fixed myself something to eat and checked out the photos before getting some much needed sleep.  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I barely remember the opening song, except thinking that James voice sounded stunning. What I most remember, is Carole King at the piano and hearing a familiar, favorite tune. "You're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore..." I sang along, quietly, so as not to freak out my neighbors. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song after song gave me chills and brought back memories.  James voice was smooth and clear. He seemed such an engaging and endearing person on stage. He gave a little history behind some of the songs, and made me laugh more than once with a funny remark.  IT was enjoyable.  I tried to to take photos as well as I could and not concentrate on the migraine that had started make itself more and more known and for the most part, I succeeded in not letting it ruin the evening.  It was thoroughly enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9592sh/948285613_uQq9A-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9592sh/948285613_uQq9A-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9560/948282341_N3Wn8-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9560/948282341_N3Wn8-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9532/948281091_WVUP7-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9532/948281091_WVUP7-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9499/948279763_HRPTR-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9499/948279763_HRPTR-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part Carole and James alternated, but also sang a number of tunes together.  Mr. Taylor had informed us early on that this was the original band.  What a talented group of musicians!  I especially got a kick out of Lee Sklar. His long, silvery white hair and beard gave him the appearance of a wizard from a fairy tale, or perhaps he could have been perfectly cast as Gandolf had he been an actor.  I tried in vain to get a good photo of him, but this was the best I could do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TE6Bnuzo9GI/AAAAAAAAB-M/flGkHb44suI/s1600/IMG_9656adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TE6Bnuzo9GI/AAAAAAAAB-M/flGkHb44suI/s320/IMG_9656adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498474714645460066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, the first half of the show came to a close, and there was a 15 minute intermission.  I took pics of my seat, and tried another photo of myself and again someone offered to take it, so I let her. I took a few photos of the tables behind the barricade (they were quite expensive and way out of my budget, and in part went to a charitable cause.)  I played around with the exposure without flash, and then took one with the flash to compare. I wasn't able to use flash during the show, not that it would have worked anyway. Anyway, this sufficiently killed time until the second half of the concert began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9615/948298313_z7M78-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9615/948298313_z7M78-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9609/948297932_xoNQf-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9609/948297932_xoNQf-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9604/948297639_wP8AK-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9604/948297639_wP8AK-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was enchanted with the music and the performance of James and Carole. &lt;br /&gt;With the exception of two slight bobbles (on one song the soft start up was slow, and on Jazzman - first part sounded a bit like she couldn't hear herself in the monitor), all of the vocals were unbelievably good. Trust me, she can definitely belt out a song!!  During several of the songs, Carole pretty much put some of the younger folks to shame with her stage presentation!  She had everyone on their feet clapping and singing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9619/948886500_u2RbM-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9619/948886500_u2RbM-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9662/948328059_UrxXe-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9662/948328059_UrxXe-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9661/948327911_h4WK7-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9661/948327911_h4WK7-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9639/948327249_SHCQ5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9639/948327249_SHCQ5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9597sh/948299655_CiRsA-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9597sh/948299655_CiRsA-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were some incredibly sweet moments were it was obvious that there was a definite rapport between Carole and James.  If they weren't having a wonderful time and weren't amazingly good friends, then they certainly deserve an academy award.  It made the concert that much more enjoyable for me as a member of the audience looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9684/948329894_cNha5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9684/948329894_cNha5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9631sh/948299091_X3gRq-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9631sh/948299091_X3gRq-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert ended, the place just erupted with applause, standing ovations and such, and they did come back out for an encore.  Too soon, it was over.  So many songs, and it seemed as though it should have just been beginning.  I have to admit, I was pretty tired, though, so it's probably a good thing that it didn't go on all night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9686/948330239_V6KLi-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9686/948330239_V6KLi-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out towards the exit, slowly since I wasn't in a hurry to catch up with the backlog of people on the stairs.  I lingered for a short bit near the sound booth to see if I could spot set lists, but didn't see anything.  I figured it was a pretty big long shot as I couldn't get too close.  The crowd started to thin a little, so I made my way upstairs and then stopped to take a potty break before heading for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why mention a potty break?  On the way out the bathroom door, I noticed a gal with a paper in her hand and it looked like it could be a set list.  I was bold enough to ask if it was a set list and she showed it to me.  So, I asked if she minded if I took a photo and she was gracious enough to consent. I tried twice and the camera decided I didn't need flash and I disagreed with it, so we moved and tried once more.  I didn't want to impose any longer, but she was all for it, very patient and extremely nice about the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9689/948330783_A92NN-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9689/948330783_A92NN-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I thanked her and headed for the car, walking slowly, enjoying the perfect temperatures outside and killing time so that I wouldn't have to drive in the after concert traffic.  I even took a few silly photos in the parking garage until I saw that traffic had lightened up (suprisingly quickly.)  The drive home went smoothly, except for a bit of a traffic hangup due to construction, and I made it home just a little earlier than I would have had I gone to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9691/948331149_Vz7Ew-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9691/948331149_Vz7Ew-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to the evening is that this is one show I wish I could have gone with someone.  It was meant to be shared.  If there is another tour like this one ever, I would not hesitate to go again.  Who will go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5116847670379285012?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5116847670379285012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5116847670379285012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5116847670379285012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5116847670379285012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/07/youve-got-friend.html' title='You&apos;ve Got a Friend...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TE6Bnuzo9GI/AAAAAAAAB-M/flGkHb44suI/s72-c/IMG_9656adj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1012869228537564229</id><published>2010-07-26T10:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:14:35.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up is Hard to DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9690/948330931_kS23c-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9690/948330931_kS23c-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July has been a busy month.  Now when I say it's been busy, it means I had a lot of things to do.  It doesn't necessarily mean it has been a productive month. &lt;br /&gt;For instance, I am quite behind on keeping up with my blog. Please don't ask about the house. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, July 15, I did indeed have the day off work with plans to see James Taylor and Carole King's Troubador show.  I have always loved both artists.  I did see James Taylor a summer or two ago (the years are beginning to run together anymore), but I had never seen Carole King perform. In my younger days, I am certain I wore out the Tapestry album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have a reserved seat for the show as it meant that I didn't have to leave extra early for a good spot.  In fact, I left later than usual even for a show with reserved seating.  Usually I leave a little earlier so as not to run into traffic issues.  I delayed a bit making sure I had both of my point and shoots in good working order, batteries charged with space on the memory cards. I hoped to get a few passable photos from row 5 as mementos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the Energy Solutions arena, I saw a parking garage that was a little more convenient and inexpensive than where I usually parked, and the access was really simple.  It was next to the light rail station and it was just across the street on a less busy side street.  There were a lot of people waiting around but not in any sort of line.  I lined up behind two ladies and chatted a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I was able to talk to someone with security with cameras and it looked like my larger point and shoot was allowed, so I went back to my car to retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after the doors opened.  For the first time I had a ticket that was called "Fast tix" or something like that, and they scan your credit card or id (you enter your preference online) and that is your entry.  Once my card was scanned, the scanner printed out a cool looking ticket with a photo of the venue and event info.  &lt;br /&gt;I loved it as it left me with a memento. I'm overly fond of mementos.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first order of business was to find a restroom.  Unfortunately the first ladies room I saw was closed. Two mens room, and a closed ladies room did not seem like a smart plan to me.  I finally decided to find my seat and come back to the bathroom search.  So, I headed downstairs, got my wristband and was escorted to my seat.  The stage was in the round.  Floor 1 was on one side of the round stage, and Floor 2 was on the opposite side.  I was seated in Flr. 2. The way the stage was set up was that there were three rows of small tables with two chairs going around the stage and beind the barricade. Row 1 had just a few seats, Row 2, had about 4 seats or so, etc.  So, Row 5 didn't seem far back at all, and the way they lined up, my usual issue of too many heads in the way didn't seem to be a problem.  In other words, my seat exceeded my expectations! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my jacket on the back of my seat and headed back upstairs.  On the way up, I got directions for the nearest working restroom.  There was a huge line.  Fortunately, there was another line with far fewer people, and someone came out and &lt;br /&gt;let people know, so I didn't have to wait too long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my "business" (too much info? LOL), I headed over to the merch booth.  There was quite a crowd already, but I thought I'd see if I could get through it before the show started. I did make it to the front of the line with some time to spare and decided to purchase a really cute white, fitted tee, a cap, a coffee mug and a key chain. Then I headed back to my seat. Yes, I spent way too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back at my seat, I was killing time by playing around with my camera, taking photos of my seat and attempting a self portrait.  Someone offered to take my photo, so I let them.  :) Before long, it was time for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9490/948279408_VS9pJ-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9490/948279408_VS9pJ-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, the stage was in the round.  It was actually a very large stage set up.  The stage spun really slowly.  On one side low to the ground was a tv screen.  Overhead were two screens, on on the right, and one to the left of the stage.  Over the stage was a huge round lighting set up and surrounding it in a large "strip" was another screen.  Trying to describe it with words alone is a challenge. It was a very nice set up indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9682/948329598_kyiBe-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9682/948329598_kyiBe-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9634/948326975_G6hzc-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9634/948326975_G6hzc-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9488/948279544_PJouK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/James-Taylor-Carole-King/IMG9488/948279544_PJouK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time for the show to begin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end, part 1 so I can take a break to do something productive, and you can too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1012869228537564229?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1012869228537564229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=1012869228537564229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1012869228537564229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1012869228537564229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Catching Up is Hard to DO'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-5674349493646801915</id><published>2010-07-15T03:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:50:24.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Spaces</title><content type='html'>This blog title doesn't refer to my head, although right now I am so tired it might as well, but to my blog site lately.  I've had so many things I wanted to write about, but alas, just haven't had the gumption to get the thoughts all together cohesively yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lack of new words on this page doesn't mean I'm gone, just distracted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions include working full time, swingshift, watching my granddaughter during the day, sleeping once in a while, taking care of the dogs, playing around on facebook, taking photos, and still going to a few concerts here and there. I have three planned (possibly 4) for July, and three are this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first concert I'm heading out to see is James Taylor and Carole King later tonight. I am a fan of both, and I managed to get what looks like a fairly decent seat. I'm excited that I have the day off and I'm ready for one!  I was scheduled to work at a concert on Saturday for Audio Adrenaline, but unfortunately it cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see Runner Runner (opening for Secondhand Serenade), so when it cancelled I picked up a ticket for that show.  Sunday, I'm making the drive to Springville to see VOTA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I did mention days off, I decided to take a voluntary furlough if it's offered, possibly on Friday. So, I may have a few days off.  I'm looking forward to catching up on some needed rest!  I really would like to work another week or two more, but if I stay there is a chance I'll be stuck working all summer.  Avalyn has been crawling all day and not just rolling, sitting and scooting so I need to do a little more baby proofing around here, and having the time at a decent hour will be helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TD7m-uPiFaI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8hmzWuH9tQ/s1600/IMG_9483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TD7m-uPiFaI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8hmzWuH9tQ/s320/IMG_9483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494082560678040994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TD7m-D-slyI/AAAAAAAAB98/bPbv1U0unHU/s1600/IMG_9459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TD7m-D-slyI/AAAAAAAAB98/bPbv1U0unHU/s320/IMG_9459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494082549333137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be lots happening in August, and I've been mulling a few topics of importance to me, so things should pick here soon. I'm not sure who cares, but &lt;br /&gt;writing is good for the soul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone stays well and has a great summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5674349493646801915?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5674349493646801915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5674349493646801915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5674349493646801915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5674349493646801915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/07/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty Spaces'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/TD7m-uPiFaI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8hmzWuH9tQ/s72-c/IMG_9483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6521903572159659729</id><published>2010-06-01T01:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:16:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again to May Showers and Flowers, pt. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG9981/879623764_AHueK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG9981/879623764_AHueK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what time I'd wake up on Sunday morning. I decided not to take advantage of a wake up call or set any alarm clocks.  I slept well, but woke up much earlier than I would have thought.  I dressed, grabbed my camera and headed out the door and towards the venue. I figured I'd check things out and then look for a place to have some breakfast. I also took pics of all sorts of things in the area between my hotel room and the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0046/879977788_MKeiX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0046/879977788_MKeiX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0024/880587899_QGqYW-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0024/880587899_QGqYW-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0050/879978081_HCHsa-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0050/879978081_HCHsa-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0058/879980634_ss6AC-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0058/879980634_ss6AC-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side of operating on not enough sleep, and waiting to long to compose all of my thoughts on the trip means that the order of events is a tad fuzzy now.  I can say that I saw one of the buses right off the bat and wondered who's it was.  At some point I took a snap of it.  As it turns out it was Relient K's bus. It didn't take any great detective work for me to figure this out.  I looked over and saw Scott and went over to say "hello."  He introduced me to his beautiful wife, Leah.&lt;br /&gt;WE had a nice chat about breakfast, how far away the strip was (he said about a 15 minute walk, and I thought maybe 10, but he might have been right); and the House of Blues Sunday brunch.  I was thinking about going, since I missed church, but it just seemed so commercial.  Maybe another time.  I mentioned that I had something for them and promised to bring it by later.  I believe this took place before I went into the venue just to see what was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0027/880588414_C9oGP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0027/880588414_C9oGP-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At "The Joint" I met a couple of gals who were waiting for the show. I told them I was just checking things out and that I had been told that they wouldn't allow people to line up before 3 in the afternoon.  So I just stayed there and chatted with them for a little bit.  After a while, someone came out of the venue and asked if we were there for the show, and he did say that we couldn't wait there (which was okay, I wanted breakfast. LOL)  So, I left and then asked around about breakfast and ended up at Lucky's in Hard Rock Hotel.  It was very busy, and crowded, so there was a little bit of a wait. I just sat at the counter since I was by myself anyway.  I ordered the French Toast with berries.  Oh, one of the things I decided while talking to Scott was that I was pretty much going to eat what I felt like. I even had syrup on my French toast - in moderation, of course. LOL  I will say that the French toast was amazingly tasty and I enjoyed every bite! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked back over to my hotel room to get the Starbucks cards I had for Scotty and RK.  I also decided I was dressed too warmly and changed clothes into something a little cooler.  I think that was a good move. I was definitely enjoying the sunshine, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people from RK's crew off and on during the day and waved a few times. To kill time, I took photos, mostly, and walked around. I saw John and Jon at the bus, and was just going to wave, but figured I didn't know if I'd see Scott again, so I went over to give them the Starbucks cards.  We had a short, somewhat awkward conversation, and then I continued on to the venue again. I periodically checked back at the venue to see what was happening. There was a group of people gathering outside, and I had a conversation with them similar to the one with the other gals earlier in the morning.  I just kept walking around, trying to find ways to entertain myself. The group would get moved, and then I'd see them back again.  At one point they were all excited to have seen one of the Paramore guys and had a pic taken with him. I saw Zach get off the bus. I didn't bug him.  LOL  I did bug the venue people a little, though, asking where the line would be. So, I found out and passed the info. on.  Then security made them all leave again.  It looked like people were starting to line up inside around 2 p.m. so I checked it out and security was telling people they couldn't line up until 3, so I went back to Lucky's and had lunch.  I had a Veggie burger that was pretty good, and huge.  I ate the entire thing, and one french fry.  I was so full that my stomach hurt for an hour. LOL  I think that was a mistake on my part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I came back before three, and there was a line, and I wasn't in front anymore.  They were letting people line up a bit early.  Oh well, I wasn't far back at all, with only a few actually in front of me.  Then they just let everyone go up to a roped off area.  It was total insanity.  One gal hurt her wrist. (I later told the guy at the ticket section that I thought it was badly handled and if someone was hurt it was probably their fault, and that was before I knew the gal hurt her wrist.) I'm sure they loved me.  After that things did settle down a little and everyone just waited and chatted, and waited, and chatted.  Some people tried to sit down, but it was discouraged, so we all had to stand.  I had people holding my place in the line to check on a photo pass periodically.  I finally just stood at the front on the "other" side of the rope. and chatted to everyone and the security guy and waited.  He was pretty funny and we had a decent time chatting.  I heard a lot of comments about I had to have the pass or no camera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, "Bob" mentioned that there was an early entry line for people that had a stamped receipt from Lucky's.  So, the two gals at the front and I both mentioned we had eaten there, so we took turns leaving the line and getting our receipts stamped, so we were then in an early entry line.  I kept going back and forth to check on the photo pass, which was still not there.  Finally, the pass was there, and I ran back to the line, but it was gone already.  SO the security guy there made me wait, even though I did get in before the general crowd, I was last at the early entry instead of about 5th.  I barely made it to the barricade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was told that I had to shoot pics from the sound booth which was back a ways.  SO, I went back there and had someone trying to save my barricade spot for me.  I met a really nice family there, and we chatted about music.  I let mom listen to an RK ringtone I had on my phone, since she wasn't familiar, and then one of the daughters,  and they liked it. Then I started asking questions about the rules for shooting and the security guy was new so he went to check.  He had another guy come to talk to me and he said I couldn't shoot from there, that I had to shoot behind the barricade.  Well, that broke my heart. LOL Of course, I went right back up to the front. There was a whole lot of confusion about what I was supposed to do with my camera in between sets since I had a floor ticket.  As it turned out I was finally able to just put it on the ground in front of me most of the time.  They had wanted me to check it in and told me I couldn't have it on the floor, and I was trying to explain the impossible impracticality of that (leaving the show, since I had a paid ticket and after each set?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was ready. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show finally started, and I was behind the barricade for Fun's set.  As in Salt Lake City, Fun was definitely Fun!  In fact, I might have had a few more shots, but how can one not clap to "All the Pretty Girls"? I ended up on the wrong end of the barricade at the end of the 3rd song, and it took me a little time to put everything in the bag and get out, so decided to make sure that I didn't do that for Relient K's set.  I'm not really co-ordinated, either.  I shoved everything in the back as fast as I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0137/880015244_KW3GE-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0137/880015244_KW3GE-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0139/880024331_NLFyt-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0139/880024331_NLFyt-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0121/880019374_h75vz-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0121/880019374_h75vz-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0122/880020334_Wxg8D-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0122/880020334_Wxg8D-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Fun finished their set, I headed back over to the barricade again, and got my camera out to get it ready.  Instead it fell to the ground and my heart sank and then began to race with a little bit of panic.  I tried it out, and it was acting funny - taking a long time to focus, hanging up a bit.  I swapped lenses, and it was a little better, so I thought maybe I broke another 50mm. But when I swapped back it did work, only a little slowly at first, so that made RK's set a bit tougher to photograph as I did lose a little time.  (For the record, it seems to work fine now, and it worked fine for Paramore's set.) The first three Relient K songs went by so quickly, and I was in a bit of a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0196/880013026_PgsPu-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0196/880013026_PgsPu-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0211bw/879616632_5mzzw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0211bw/879616632_5mzzw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0200adj/879616890_Fajzd-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0200adj/879616890_Fajzd-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I made my way back to my spot at the barricade without too much trouble, and enjoyed the rest of the show.  Relient K sounded awesome at the Joint. The set list was pretty much the same, but they added "The Distance" (cover song by Cake originally.)  Relient K did this on the last tour, and I think the performance in Vegas was the best. I sang, clapped, screamed and enjoyed myself. And I was able to get a set list this time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I headed out to the barricade for Paramore.  I was able to get a few good shots, as Paramore's lighting was pretty decent. Haley is a good performer, and it is a challenge to catch her "stiller" moments for a photo. Josh was really animated as well and was all over the place.  The show was a lot of fun.  Just as she had in Salt Lake, Haley encouraged people to sing and scream until they lost their voices.  The crowd sang pretty much every word.  There was a lot of energy.  During the encore, and Misery Business, Haley stopped the song and said she almost forgot and had people coming up on stage.  Then all of the other bands were coming out and Ethan had two guitars.  IT got really silly and crazy up there and fun.  The show ended on a great note.  I tried again to get a set list, but the gal next to me (who helped keep my spot until Paramore's set, and then this tall girl took it), was able to get a copy, so I took a pic of her and her nephew with the set list.  I was actually happy that they were able to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0241adjrs/879617397_wGHrD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0241adjrs/879617397_wGHrD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0233aadjrs/879617105_Yu6EN-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0233aadjrs/879617105_Yu6EN-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0281/879623556_PThAP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0281/879623556_PThAP-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0279/879616283_opGNN-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0279/879616283_opGNN-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0230/879614280_ttTE4-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun-Las/IMG0230/879614280_ttTE4-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the merch tables.  I waited quite a while and was about to move up and was scolded with a bunch of other people about not being waited on at the side unless we went around.  Apparently there was a small rope there or something, but you really couldn't see it.  So I ended up at the back of the line.  I didn't mind that, but the scolding was kinda rude since we didn't know and we were waiting patiently, not pushing or anything. It worked out fine in fact, since John of Fun was standing back there, so we chatted and I had a pic taken while I was waiting. LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9037/880607344_4VAru-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9037/880607344_4VAru-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left and headed back to Terrible Herbst's.  I looked at my pics and got things organized and ready to leave in the morning.  Then I went up to their cafe and had a salad, came back to my room, brushed my teeth and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9014/880606216_wvvGV-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9014/880606216_wvvGV-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning would come way too soon.  I delayed getting up until the last possible moment, and then quickly dressed and loaded up the car for the long drive back.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I checked out of my room and headed out. I made a pit stop at a local McD's and had pancakes and scrambled eggs and headed for the freeway.  It looked like it would be close, and I'd probably have to drive straight to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, I made decent time, so I decided to pull over and take a few snaps along the Virgin River.  It was a short stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0321/879574833_oXtAA-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0321/879574833_oXtAA-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0322/879574953_VcsDs-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0322/879574953_VcsDs-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stopped for a Subway sandwich on the way back, and this was the view. I thought it looked like a painting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0352/879911870_4q9CB-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0352/879911870_4q9CB-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting to work about 5 minutes late, and thought maybe if I hadn't stopped at the river? LOL  But I think it was worth it, and the breaks kept me awake.&lt;br /&gt;NO one could believe that I drove from Vegas to work.  I made it through the night okay, and only got really sleepy once.  LOL  But I made it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another adventure comes to the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I finally made it home again about 1:20 a.m.  tired, but happy. Did I go straight to bed? No, I probably should have.  I checked out photos first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the May showers and flowers?  Well, it rained later in the week, and I took photos of flowers.  I originally intended to tie all of this together - before it ended up being a novel. The Irises were in bloom when I returned home, and after it rained I wanted a few shots of them with the raindrops. I remember thinking of the rhyme, "April Showers bring May flowers, but it was already May.  At least it wasn't snowing this time. I'm looking forward to summer.  More nice days, more flowers, and more concerts. Then I will be happy to be home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0363/879564510_mMzpS-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0363/879564510_mMzpS-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0360/879563404_8Y4fn-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0360/879563404_8Y4fn-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0368/879563650_jYLrD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG0368/879563650_jYLrD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6521903572159659729?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6521903572159659729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6521903572159659729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6521903572159659729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6521903572159659729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-again-home-again-to-may-showers.html' title='Home Again, Home Again to May Showers and Flowers, pt. 4'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2209829263945436045</id><published>2010-05-28T01:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:41:46.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers.. Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0054/879979549_iSU4U-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0054/879979549_iSU4U-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As May 11 quickly turned into May 12, and I departed from the Needtobreathe concert, stopping briefly for something to eat at Wendy's, and arrived home about 1 a.m.  I recall thinking that it was late, and how I had hoped for some extra rest, but had I been at work, I would not have quite been home.  I did the best I could to get a few things ready for Saturday, and for work the next day and then crashed, but it wasn't too early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday, I worked a few extra hours, because I'm a little crazy that way.  They were offering overtime the next week, and for some crazy reason I was thinking it started with the announcement, even though I knew better. I just didn't think it through.  I worked about 3 hours extra and it ended up being only for credit.  (I figured I might be able to use it for the U2 show that is now postponed until next year. LOL)  I was tired by Friday night, and again hoping for an earlier bedtime and some rest.  As it turned out, I made it to bed early -- early Saturday morning about 4 a.m.  I was ready to just get up, load up and go.  The plan was for 10 a.m.  The reality was 11:30 a.m. with a pit stop at Smith's for a few items and gasoline.  I figured I'd be to Vegas about 7 p.m. if things went really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, I made it to Vegas pretty close to 7, perhaps a little after. I was right on track finding the correct freeway exit, but was surprised when the exit opened up into a wall of traffic, blinding sunlight directly in my face, and two right lanes that went to Las Vegas Blvds aka the Strip (which I had hoped to avoid altogether.)  I finally ended up in Mandalay Bay's parking lot, calling my husband to look up Terrible Herbst's phone number (where I had a room waiting), calling the hotel, getting directions an heading out once again.  I finally made it to the hotel and checked into my room a little after 8:30 p.m.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9012/880607414_ANvRL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9012/880607414_ANvRL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9014/880606216_wvvGV-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9014/880606216_wvvGV-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9018/880606351_Pm8xg-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9018/880606351_Pm8xg-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9951/879570854_V76Cq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9951/879570854_V76Cq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0011adj/879571852_Xex4G-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0011adj/879571852_Xex4G-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9955adjrs/879573707_tGBFf-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9955adjrs/879573707_tGBFf-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to go swimming, but it didn't happen. Instead, I went to the Comfort Inn to see if April was there without any success. (As it turned out, April decided not to go after all.) Then I walked over to the concert venue (taking photos along the way) and checked it out and asked a few questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9035/880607246_Kk2Mk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Las-Vegas-Pics/IMG9035/880607246_Kk2Mk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9983/879575162_YB7at-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9983/879575162_YB7at-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Chesney was playing and I seriously considered buying a ticket, then decided maybe not or that I should think about it. It was just as well, as the sign outside said Saturday's show was sold out anyway.  I could hear the concert from the ticketing area pretty well.  Just after I left "The Joint" at the Hard Rock Hotel, I talked to a guy about the Kenny Chesney concert and he told me that if Kenny is sober he plays a 2 hour show, and if he's been drinking he plays 4 hours. I found out the next night from security, that he'd had a bit to drink and finished at 1 a.m.  I took more photos, walked back and forth between my hotel, CVS drug store where I purchased a few needed items I didn't bring with me, and the Hard Rock Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0296/879570419_L7sTX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0296/879570419_L7sTX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9973/879575891_tSfmY-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9973/879575891_tSfmY-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9966/879571356_2Qjjj-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9966/879571356_2Qjjj-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9976/879576067_AVPUE-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9976/879576067_AVPUE-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9971/879575811_4bpbo-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG9971/879575811_4bpbo-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk over to the strip, which was a pretty good hike and almost got there before I changed my mind. It seems after 10 the lights aren't quite the same and it just didn't seem worth the walk since I just wanted photos.  It was kind of eerily quiet for the most part and I was getting a tad nervous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0300/879570105_LFXgh-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0300/879570105_LFXgh-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went back to the hotel and had a prime rib sandwich at the Cafe upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(photo of wall at the cafe):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0313/879912742_4GYS4-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Pictures-from-Vegas-Trip-May/IMG0313/879912742_4GYS4-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found my hotel room again, showered and watched a really cute movie (whatever it happened to be called I cannot say.)  Tomorrow was the big day - Paramore, Relient K and Fun's final show of their tour. I figured that I didn't have to be at The Joint too early since they didn't allow line ups until 3 p.m., but I also figured that I'd check it out before too late just in case.  Still, I didn't set any alarms.  The bed was really comfy, the room temp was comfortable - not too hot, not too cold.  Sleep came easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2209829263945436045?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2209829263945436045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2209829263945436045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2209829263945436045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2209829263945436045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-again-home-again-to-may-showers_28.html' title='Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers.. Pt. 3'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-8230472725293858914</id><published>2010-05-23T23:07:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:03:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers.. Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_okga5RrpI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2Io75wOB9zY/s1600/IMG_8952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_okga5RrpI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2Io75wOB9zY/s320/IMG_8952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474728436416229010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, May 11 I was able to take another day off work to see Needtobreathe with Seabird and Stephen Kellog and the Sixers. I had to watch Avalyn in the morning, and the plan was to leave as soon as Ed returned from work.  I had a feeling I would still be at the venue plenty early.  Ed decided to come home an hour early, and I still left later than planned, but as I suspected, I was there in plenty of time.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided to take my SLR along and see if I could get a pass to use it along with my point and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the venue, the bus was already there, and parked practically at the entrance.  I guessed it would be hard to miss people going in and out being that close. I took a photo of the sign near the door and had a bit of a chuckle of the welcome mat in front of the bus door.  Then I took a couple of snapshots of the mat as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_okF8dz-zI/AAAAAAAAB8M/i-TcYVf0G-k/s1600/IMG_8955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_okF8dz-zI/AAAAAAAAB8M/i-TcYVf0G-k/s320/IMG_8955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474727981571373874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bear, et al go in and out a few times and kinda waved at them. At one point I asked about a photo pass and was told who I should talk to, but several people sort of matched the description, so I didn't say anything right away.  Then I saw Alex.  He was the merch guy and I knew him from other events where (strangely enough) he was the merch guy.  It was good to see him again.  We chatted a very little bit, and he said he'd see about getting me a photo pass, and he was true to his word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just spent the rest of the time waiting, watching, and killing time until a few other people finally showed up. Most of the people for this show came very last minute, so there wasn't much of a line to start with, but once it was close to door times the line grew quickly.  Finally the doors opened, and I showed my ticket and walked up to the stage to wait for the show.  I guess I was supposed to mention the VIP packet there and didn't (a mistake on my part) and was just thinking it was evident by the ticket.  I should have checked my e-mail closer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting I got a little bit acquainted with one of the ladies next to me, and found out that both of us had been at the Paramore concert the day before. Small world, huh?  I also talked to a few others around me and made sure it would be okay to leave and come back because I thought there would be a meet/greet for VIP package people between sets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seabird's set was first.  This was my third time to see Seabird, and I've loved it&lt;br /&gt;all three times. They are an amazing band and Aaron has an incredible voice. Their music is very strong on the keyboards, and I love that as well.  At the end of their set I went to the merch table and bought a tee shirt and two stickers.  At least I thought I did.  I had them anyway. I asked about the meet and greet and there wasn't anything happening, so I thought maybe it was after the next artist and went back to the stage area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oiRcfG3KI/AAAAAAAAB8E/BCkk4jfoqUs/s1600/IMG_0205adjrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oiRcfG3KI/AAAAAAAAB8E/BCkk4jfoqUs/s320/IMG_0205adjrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474725980122045602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oxKqa2ygI/AAAAAAAAB9c/fqb9SZFfHqQ/s1600/IMG_0183adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oxKqa2ygI/AAAAAAAAB9c/fqb9SZFfHqQ/s320/IMG_0183adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474742356277643778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Kellog's set was a lot of fun.  He also has a great voice, and a wonderful sense of humor. In addition to his own songs he did a funny compilation of tunes from different decades. I decided that I would definitely pick up his cd afterwards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_owRkZglDI/AAAAAAAAB9U/6OrZirFcbNo/s1600/IMG_0218adjbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_owRkZglDI/AAAAAAAAB9U/6OrZirFcbNo/s320/IMG_0218adjbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474741375408837682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his set ended, I headed back over to the merch table again and picked up a copy of Stephen Kellog's cd and asked about the meet and greet.  I was told there wasn't going to be one, and then when I mentioned something Alex asked if I was given anything at the door.  I said, "no" and he said he'd take care of it.  So I ended up heading back for the stage again and Needtobreathe's set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needtobreathe was completely amazing!  It was my third time seeing them and I have been totally impressed each time.  The vocals are outstanding, great lyrics, good music and an energetic stage presence.  I loved every single song!!  My favorite Needtobreathe song is called "Washed By the Water" and I could see on the set list that it was part of the encore.  When it was time for the encore, Bear said that he decided to change things a little, and I admit I was a little concerned they weren't going to play it.  Instead, the change included performing one of the other songs in an acoustic set along with it.  The harmonies were absolutely stunning and it was one of those moments where the music just seems to just grip your entire being.  It was sad when it had to finally end.  As they started to clear the stage, I asked for a copy of the set list and it was given to me.  Then I asked for a copy for the gal next to me, and she was able to get one as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouzgaJZmI/AAAAAAAAB9E/y_FuANoRvNo/s1600/IMG_0376adjrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouzgaJZmI/AAAAAAAAB9E/y_FuANoRvNo/s320/IMG_0376adjrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474739759430067810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouzA0xIiI/AAAAAAAAB88/Om-c80N3elM/s1600/IMG_0286adjbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouzA0xIiI/AAAAAAAAB88/Om-c80N3elM/s320/IMG_0286adjbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474739750951789090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouybl0DwI/AAAAAAAAB80/5-9RFjrWYB0/s1600/IMG_0362shrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ouybl0DwI/AAAAAAAAB80/5-9RFjrWYB0/s320/IMG_0362shrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474739740956954370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ovywwFmZI/AAAAAAAAB9M/TL1KEEgXil4/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_ovywwFmZI/AAAAAAAAB9M/TL1KEEgXil4/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474740846148819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I went back to the merch table again and waited.  I bought a Needtobreathe Tour tee shirt and talked to people for a bit.  Finally the guys all came out and did a meet &amp; greet of sorts.  I talked to Seth about music a little bit, and had a photo taken with them all. They also autographed the set list for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyEB61CFI/AAAAAAAAB90/ACdIfOkAXFw/s1600/IMG_9006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyEB61CFI/AAAAAAAAB90/ACdIfOkAXFw/s320/IMG_9006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474743341838305362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyDjiutDI/AAAAAAAAB9s/j_kUfOFNu5w/s1600/IMG_9002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyDjiutDI/AAAAAAAAB9s/j_kUfOFNu5w/s320/IMG_9002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474743333684163634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyDGqjMiI/AAAAAAAAB9k/llpFYejbMsY/s1600/IMG_9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_oyDGqjMiI/AAAAAAAAB9k/llpFYejbMsY/s320/IMG_9001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474743325932335650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put my camera case down at the bar area and reorganized a bit.  Then one of the gals came over and asked about me paying for my Seabird merch.  I thought I had.  I know I took my card out to give to the gal, and I knew I had a receipt for something.  I could only find a receipt for Stephen Kellog, so maybe I hadn't paid?  Anyway, something happened in the confusion, so I just said she should charge it and we could work it out if it went through twice.  It only cleared once, so it must not have gone through. The only thing I recall for certain was that I got the card out twice.  What happened after that is a mystery to me. LOL  I am glad it was caught, though.  When I buy merch, I usually like most of what I buy, but the real point is to support the bands I love!!!! So, I still feel kind of badly about that, and if by some miracle Aaron sees this, I cannot apologize enough for the confusion!!!!  (I'll probably keep apologizing until doomsday!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was all settled, I headed for my car and the drive home, with many good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday would come too soon.  Back to the real world once again, at least until Saturday when I was to head for Las Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-8230472725293858914?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8230472725293858914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=8230472725293858914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8230472725293858914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8230472725293858914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-again-home-again-to-may-showers_23.html' title='Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers.. Pt. 2'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_okga5RrpI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2Io75wOB9zY/s72-c/IMG_8952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-5999678954937874733</id><published>2010-05-19T13:56:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:55:33.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers..  Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>It's been a very busy week indeed.  I have an immense capacity to keep busy.  Now, mind you, that doesn't mean I have to accomplish a lot, but I do keep busy.  May has been busier than usual.  For one thing I had tickets to three concerts in a weeks time, while working, watching my granddaughter and trying to at least keep some clean dishes and clothes on hand.  I haven't juggled them all terribly well, but I've survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S8Jia8VvI/AAAAAAAAB60/teAI4X8q1a0/s1600/IMG_8817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S8Jia8VvI/AAAAAAAAB60/teAI4X8q1a0/s320/IMG_8817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473206319206651634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 10, I had the day off work to see Paramore, Relient K &amp; Fun at the E-Center.  The plan was to head down really early as my ticket was for general admission on the floor.  I also had a photo pass.  It's always a huge challenge to try and make the photo pass and floor spot jive at the same time. Photo passes are normally geared towards people who are with the media and on the guest list.  In other words, they don't have a paid ticket. Consequently, it's not top priority and getting the guest/photo list before the doors open is always a bit stressful for me.  I'm sure by the time it arrives, the venue considers me a major pest.  Still, I had hoped to get to shoot my three songs behind the barricade, and return to my already secured spot on the floor.  For that, it requires the timing to work out and those around me to know me well enough by the time the doors open to accomodate me (that part is easy as it's normal for me anyway. I enjoy that part of the process.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't arrive quite as early as planned, but I did manage to make it to the venue by 9 a.m.  IT was raining out and I didn't see anyone around, so I just waited in the car for a bit.  Then I saw someone get in line, so I took my place behind them. As it turned out it was a couple from Southern California that had come to the No Doubt, Paramore, Sounds concert earlier in the year.  It was funny that this couple was first in line and I was second in line.  Last time it was the other way around.  It was nice to see familiar faces. It was a little while before any one else showed up, but by 11 there was somewhat of a line started.  At one point this guy started asking me a lot of questions about tickets and the bands.  He was bragging about his connections and then mentioned they might be releasing front row seats: about 40 of them.  I mentioned that the front row was not on the floor since the floor was general admission.  I'm not sure he was getting it at first.  Then he said there might be a few of those as well.  He hung around by the ticket office with a gal I figured was probably his wife for a while before leaving. It was an odd conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some really great people waiting for the show, and had a pretty good time. Lauralee came later in the day and the funniest thing was that the gal behind me in line was waiting for her as well.  She said she was waiting for a friend and somehow we ended up figuring out we were both waiting for the same person. LOL At one point during the day, I was able to leave and use the restroom at Cracker Barrel, so I bought a salad to take back with me.  While I was waiting for my order, I noticed some Scripture Tea that was decaf, so I bought a box of teabags.  (I have yet to try them out.) I forgot to get a fork and as it turned out I remembered having a box of utensils in my car and grabbed a fork.  No one could believe that I had a fork in my car.  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long wait, but not an unpleasant one.  We chatted, listened to sound check from outside the venue, went on food runs and killed time as best as we could.  A few times we saw guys on bikes and speculated on who they were.  The first time it was likely Paramore guys. Later in the day, we again saw bikers out and figured it was either Paramore or possibly RK as I thought I saw Braxton hats on some of the riders. LOL  Lauralee and I went over to Costa Vida to use the restrooms and get some food. I had to make two trips, though, as the first time I left my purse in the car.  For some reason the folks at Costa Vida preferred to be paid.  Who knew? So, Diana and Tuyen walked over with me and I made myself a somewhat low-fat salad that turned out rather well. I may try it again sometime soon. Tuyen and Diana bought a dessert.  Then we went back across the street to the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was getting close to door times, so I just stressed about the whole photo thing.  Fortunately, the list arrived before door times and I had the biggest smile (to cite a Paramore song?)  I was finally able to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the doors opened I made my way to the stage and landed at the barricade to the left (in front of Jon Schneck - or where Jon would be once Relient K hit the stage.)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me promised to do the best they could to hold my space while I took photos, and they were all true to their promise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue staff was very helpful, and I really did appreciate it.  One of the security guys let me keep my camera gear next to a speaker on the floor when not using it, although he wasn't too sure at first.  I did tell him that I understood he couldn't be responsible and once he saw things were okay, he let it stay there.  The venue also had a gal assigned to photographers and media and she introduced herself and explained everything. That so rarely happens at shows I've been to, so it was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun finally hit the stage and I was behind the barricade. I didn't see any other photographers. I tried my best to get a few decent shots of Fun, but Nate (lead singer) not only moves a lot, he spent a lot of time on a speaker in front that had hardly any lighting.  I did get a few decent pictures, although not as sharp as I prefer, and a couple of really good shots of Jack.  Too soon, the first three songs had passed, and I headed back for the floor.  I had a momentary panic when asked about my ticket until I realized I had a wristband.  Phew!!!  I think the actual ticket was in the camera bag. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9976adjrs/872643632_AZHYq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9976adjrs/872643632_AZHYq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9967adjrs/872644619_ZgFaW-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9967adjrs/872644619_ZgFaW-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9969adjrs/872644165_Cdyej-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9969adjrs/872644165_Cdyej-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9943adj/872643301_6QmEK-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG9943adj/872643301_6QmEK-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun's set went by way too fast, and as usual, they lived up to their name.  My favorite song of theirs is called "All the Pretty Girls" and of course, they played it.  Nate, did his very best to get the crowd going and ready for the bands that followed, and he succeeded quite well.  He was fun, funny, energetic, and the guy can sing. The rest of the band was "fun" as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S7r86TwFI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Pus8RnZ3M2w/s1600/IMG_8830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S7r86TwFI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Pus8RnZ3M2w/s320/IMG_8830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473205810921455698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relient K was up next, and I waited for a few minutes into the stage setup and headed out to take my place behind the barricade again.  I was very nervous and excited. There was one other photographer, who introduced himself. I don't think I saw him until Relient K's set.  My memory is fuzzy on that one.  He was really nice.  We talked about our camera's a bit.  Relient K took the stage and started to play and I started taking photos.  I got some really good captures, although I was having a difficult time getting a sharp pic on any of them. The lighting on Thiessen was a bit odd, Schneck was mostly in the dark and I just struggled through it and hoped something turned out.  After the first three songs ended, I made my way through the gauntlet back to my "spot".  Some guy tried to stop me (I thought he was with the venue at first but afterward figured out he probably wasn't as he made some comment about his daughter.)  I just said I was told I could go back up there if I "could" and mentioned this and everyone let me back in.  I tried not to be too intrusive about it, and hope I was somewhat successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG0021adj/872642488_hqxT8-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Paramore-Relient-K-Fun/IMG0021adj/872642488_hqxT8-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4oCky9PI/AAAAAAAAB6k/_nbh5c6TIso/s1600/warneslc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4oCky9PI/AAAAAAAAB6k/_nbh5c6TIso/s320/warneslc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473202445187478770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S8hyU-TQI/AAAAAAAAB68/KFTKElwQc74/s1600/IMG_8841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S8hyU-TQI/AAAAAAAAB68/KFTKElwQc74/s320/IMG_8841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473206735793442050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really enjoyed the rest of Relient K's set.  They played a lot of favorites and mostly their "harder" songs, so it was very fast paced.  I loved hearing Sahara live, and Candlelight. :)  And of course, my usual complaint applied -- it just seemed too short, of course!  MOst of the people around me enjoyed their set as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Relient K's set, one could definitely sense the anticipation of Paramore fans growing.  I wondered if I should just stay put or take my chances behind the barricade.  I decided to take my chances. As it turns out, I was able to get the best shots of the night during Paramore's set.  This time around there were 4 photographers behind the barricade, and I chatted with them all.  One of the guys worked for the Salt Lake Tribune, and I knew one of his co-workers. Then there was another gal, Erica (sp) there who knew who I was.  She was nice, easygoing person and I enjoyed meeting her and talking.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the show started and the crowd and the crowd erupted into screams and applause that had to have been heard outside the venue walls. There was an intro and Hayley pretty much hit the stage running and stopped very little through the concert.  She seemed to be having a lot of fun and she was taking us along for the ride.  I finished out my three songs from behind the barricade, and headed back to the other side for the last time.  I took my time as I didn't want to interrupt anyone enjoying Paramore, but someone would notice me waiting and wave me back on through. I thought that was pretty awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4A7SYgRI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SEOaZPnkqZE/s1600/zac1slc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4A7SYgRI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SEOaZPnkqZE/s320/zac1slc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473201773216301330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4ArQU3hI/AAAAAAAAB6U/PHdQvce3Y1Q/s1600/taylorslc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4ArQU3hI/AAAAAAAAB6U/PHdQvce3Y1Q/s320/taylorslc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473201768912707090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4AHknDmI/AAAAAAAAB6M/fFruc5SWzEk/s1600/haley3slc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S4AHknDmI/AAAAAAAAB6M/fFruc5SWzEk/s320/haley3slc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473201759334108770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S3_wINLgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/ccqL7l2mvC8/s1600/haley2slc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S3_wINLgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/ccqL7l2mvC8/s320/haley2slc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473201753040956930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S3_imKPpI/AAAAAAAAB58/tgydHpilZ8s/s1600/haley1slc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S3_imKPpI/AAAAAAAAB58/tgydHpilZ8s/s320/haley1slc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473201749408497298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore played a pretty long set, and then left the stage once again to raucous applause.  There was a gal who was shorter than I am (a rarity) standing just behind me with a piercing scream.  I thought for sure I'd be deaf when I left the building.  She was having fun though and I can't fault her.  I just plugged my ears. &lt;br /&gt;After what always seems a long wait, Hayley and company came back to the stage.  For Misery Business, she had one of the fan club gals come up on stage and sing with her.  I remembered her from the line outside.  In fact, she did a fantastic job of it and seemed to be having a great time!  I was pretty excited for her.  I managed to get a few photos with my point and shoot. Fortunately the lighting was decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9_ltyVGI/AAAAAAAAB7U/jKPUvfX7p7s/s1600/IMG_8937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9_ltyVGI/AAAAAAAAB7U/jKPUvfX7p7s/s320/IMG_8937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473208347315557474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9_PGc6sI/AAAAAAAAB7M/8pjS9p8M6Hc/s1600/IMG_8935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9_PGc6sI/AAAAAAAAB7M/8pjS9p8M6Hc/s320/IMG_8935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473208341244996290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9-TJfG9I/AAAAAAAAB7E/fIZPyZbPiu8/s1600/IMG_8933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S9-TJfG9I/AAAAAAAAB7E/fIZPyZbPiu8/s320/IMG_8933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473208325151595474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the show ended for real.  I had hoped to snag a set list, but Taylor pulled it up and handed it directly to one of the gals next to me. Earlier in the show he walked all across the stage and handed her a guitar pic.  I'm sure she left on cloud 9.  She was kind enough to let me take a photo of the list. I can't say I wasn't disappointed, but I really thought she and her friends were super nice, so I was very happy for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S-ZM-eTLI/AAAAAAAAB7c/tWv1oMeuBVE/s1600/IMG_8941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S-ZM-eTLI/AAAAAAAAB7c/tWv1oMeuBVE/s320/IMG_8941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473208787351260338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly made my way back towards the merch tables and I started receiving text messages about the show.  Then I received a message telling me that some of the RK guys were at the merch table.  I managed to finally make my way over and John Warne and Ethan Luck were there.  I talked to John a long while about all sorts of things, but when I was talking about my plans to see them in Vegas, hotels came up, and I mentioned that I read reviews and stay away if anyone mentions bugs.  So we ended up discussing bedbugs and roaches.  LOL  I did talk to Ethan a little and had photos taken with them both.  I was able to get Tuyen in a pic with John, and we tried to get Diana in the photo.  Usually she declines, but John actually talked her into it (or was it Ethan, I was pretty tired by then.)  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_wjhlUYI/AAAAAAAAB78/rQuwjTUtOOs/s1600/IMG_8949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_wjhlUYI/AAAAAAAAB78/rQuwjTUtOOs/s320/IMG_8949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473210288052720002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_wGIltPI/AAAAAAAAB70/mk9XVIFn1UM/s1600/IMG_8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_wGIltPI/AAAAAAAAB70/mk9XVIFn1UM/s320/IMG_8948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473210280163259634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_vhY3ArI/AAAAAAAAB7s/0Hjxg1Jnijs/s1600/IMG_8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_vhY3ArI/AAAAAAAAB7s/0Hjxg1Jnijs/s320/IMG_8945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473210270299390642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_vG1s0NI/AAAAAAAAB7k/0lIF4SAGVUg/s1600/IMG_8944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S_vG1s0NI/AAAAAAAAB7k/0lIF4SAGVUg/s320/IMG_8944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473210263172600018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all left and I began the long drive home.  I had plans the next day as well to see Needtobreathe, Seabird and Stephen Kellog and the Sixers.  I had a Fan Club VIP package, so I was pretty excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stay tuned for Part 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5999678954937874733?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5999678954937874733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5999678954937874733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5999678954937874733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5999678954937874733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-again-home-again-to-may-showers.html' title='Home again Home Again to May Showers and flowers..  Pt. 1'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S_S8Jia8VvI/AAAAAAAAB60/teAI4X8q1a0/s72-c/IMG_8817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-9087135527965352097</id><published>2010-04-21T04:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:16:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9888/843525520_3rRnT-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9888/843525520_3rRnT-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my granddaughter Avalyn arrived in a really adorable outfit that just screamed of springtime. I have been wanting to take a few pics of her outside, but I didn't want to attempt it without Grandpa or her mom there so she didn't fall while I was behind the camera. Fortunately, grandpa came home an hour early, so we had a little time.  The weather was absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9910/843526659_5ipTa-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9910/843526659_5ipTa-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9922/843527931_4JdKa-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9922/843527931_4JdKa-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9902/843526079_ieCAf-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9902/843526079_ieCAf-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9928/843528576_mWmgF-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9928/843528576_mWmgF-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9944/843530525_rYwYe-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9944/843530525_rYwYe-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when I left work, it was raining out. There is really nothing else like the smell in the air when it has been raining. It wasn't too cold out, just wet, and frankly, it just felt very good.  By the time I arrived at the house, there were big raindrops falling. I hadn't heard any thunder yet, but there was lightning.  There were no great streaks to be seen across the sky, more like a giant cosmic camera with an enormous flash.  It wasn't until I'd been in the house about an hour that I finally heard the roar of thunder.  IT's still wet out, but it's 5 a.m.  I am thinking the birds approve as they are singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get some sleep while I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-9087135527965352097?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/9087135527965352097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=9087135527965352097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/9087135527965352097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/9087135527965352097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-beautiful-day.html' title='It Was a Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-7536251972103815475</id><published>2010-04-20T02:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:44:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9742/840776106_Ndow7-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 534px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9742/840776106_Ndow7-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, I can recall lessons about the importance of choosing a good title. It all sounds well and good, but coming up with an interesting title seems impossible sometimes. Spring has sprung might not be clever enough, but I figured that spring was a much loved topic after the crazy winter times we've had and might spark some interest.  ;)  It's really been nice out most of of the week, and it is a welcome change.  Bring on the warmer weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was able to get out and photograph a few of the sights in my front yard.  There is evidence both of death, as in the old withered rose hips, and new life in the flowers, flower buds, newly formed and forming leaves and green grass.&lt;br /&gt;Dandilions are practically everywhere. I was able to capture a few decent shots. The part that made it difficult was the breeze which blew the flowers about, but one has to make the best of things.  I imagined what it might be like with no breeze at all to keep a good attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, here are a few of the resulting photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9777/840722349_gYjMB-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9777/840722349_gYjMB-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9793/840764359_PfCZG-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9793/840764359_PfCZG-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9810/840764521_GPv5V-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 534px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9810/840764521_GPv5V-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9844/840726241_Zzzya-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9844/840726241_Zzzya-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9783/840722501_RpGo9-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9783/840722501_RpGo9-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9823/840777181_oEV5W-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9823/840777181_oEV5W-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to church and was pleasantly surprised to see Dennis and Sandy Zech.  They have a ministry that uses magic tricks laced with humor to illustrate Biblical points, and it's always a lot of fun.  I didn't really know about it ahead of time, so no photos to show for it.  That's probably a good thing, though. LOL  I did pick up a few magic tricks (e.g. turning a penny into a dime) for my husband.  By the time Avalyn and Jocelin are old enough to appreciate it, he should be a master at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping pretty busy between watching Avalyn, and work lately. Things are starting to get really busy.  I had hoped to check my leave schedule today, and then &lt;br /&gt;see if I could work something out so that I could see This Providence on the 28th.  Before I could even ask, we were being offered credit leave with restrictions, namely that it cannot be used until after the program completion date which is probably sometime near the end of May.  This means they are a little behind, and that no one will be too thrilled to grant me any unscheduled leave. Unfortunately the tour was announced a little to late for me to put in for the show ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;I have really missed This Providence, and I so want to see the guys again, but I'm not seeing how at this point. Hopefully it won't be such a long time between tours and I can see them in the fall?  I just keep telling myself that there is a reason for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I do have a ticket to see The Spill Canvas on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, and I am definitely looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th, Fireflight will be here, and I have the same issue as with the This Providence show. The difference is that I usually do work for the promoter, so I will most likely be working for the concert before the show and leaving to head for work before the show even starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that April is more than half over, and that it will soon be May.  This year is most certainly flying by rather quickly.  Have the days gotten shorter, or am I just old?  Wait -- that is a rhetorical question!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-7536251972103815475?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7536251972103815475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=7536251972103815475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/7536251972103815475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/7536251972103815475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6093014722612269404</id><published>2010-04-13T04:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T04:32:29.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, promises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1114adjrs/829269333_AsqnD-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1114adjrs/829269333_AsqnD-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling behind is something I do well. I really haven't fallen off the face of the earth, but I have been busy, and a little overwhelmed with the mundane tasks of living.  In the midst of goofing off (aka facebook), watching my granddaughter, going to shows, working full time and trying to get my house babyproofed, I keep hoping there will be time in there somewhere for a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days had me rather preoccupied with filing taxes. Hopefully that is done and I will soon get good news that my tax forms have been accepted. Then, and only then, will I breathe a huge sigh of relief. It will probably be heard for miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from working and filing taxes, I have been to a few outstanding concerts: Sherwood with Seabird and John Allred (what an awesome show, which definitely deserves it's own blog) and We Shot the Moon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Sherwood-Seabird-Black-Gold/IMG0640/825603784_nmjV5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Sherwood-Seabird-Black-Gold/IMG0640/825603784_nmjV5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am another year older and officially eligible for the senior menu at many fine establishments.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Birthday-Goodies/IMG9513/832541978_LKQAF-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/Birthday-Goodies/IMG9513/832541978_LKQAF-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granddaughter is quickly becoming the world's most photographed baby. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9578adj/835656631_M5qTq-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9578adj/835656631_M5qTq-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9542/832547942_6PXgH-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9542/832547942_6PXgH-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9558/832549766_EXuny-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG9558/832549766_EXuny-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1004/829267777_V5rWr-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1004/829267777_V5rWr-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1055/829284053_f4cZz-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG1055/829284053_f4cZz-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a few of my garden flowers are trying to bloom, if the snow will just stay away long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9643/833945481_RKCy8-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9643/833945481_RKCy8-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9641/833945721_YmxcU-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9641/833945721_YmxcU-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9654/833948384_4Ravo-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Flowers/flowers-and-plantlife/IMG9654/833948384_4Ravo-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6093014722612269404?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6093014722612269404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6093014722612269404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6093014722612269404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6093014722612269404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/04/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, promises...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-4623852770160765623</id><published>2010-02-21T00:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:44:32.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ogden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashboard Confessional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='northern utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Catching Up is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>The most difficult thing about procrastination is that it eventually does catch up to you.  The things you put off just don't get done until you stop procrastinating.  Unfortunately, I am highly skilled at very few things and I have turned delaying the inevitable into an art form.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figured it was probably about time to stop dilly dallying around with this blog and play catch up on the last few concerts I've attended.  Seriously, it's been so long since I posted about a show, that I will have to go back an see where I left off!  LOL  So, it looks as if I left off back on December 8 with Winter Wonder Slam.  Wow, I am definitely behind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tickets to see Dashboard Confessional with New Found Glory (actually, I think it was the other way around)in early November and the show ended up being cancelled.  I used the refunded ticket money for Winter Wonder Slam. So, when they rebooked an acoustic show for December I was a tad disappointed about not being about to go since I really couldn't justify the expense and I was pretty much out of stamina anyway. Fast forward to January when I get a message from Lauralee telling me that Dashboard is doing a free show in Ogden! I planned to go.  When the 15th came around, I was not feeling all that wonderful, so I spent the better part of the day debating about whether or not I should make the short trek to Ogden.  I finally talked myself into going. I left later than I thought I should have, which turned out to be plenty early enough, and headed out to Ogden around 3:15 or so. I found the place without too much trouble. They were setting up when I arrived, so I talked to guys opening the show, and hung around and just watched.  I took pics of some of the Christmassy things that were still up in the area, and some of the sights of the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7825/793238203_Zhd2R-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7825/793238203_Zhd2R-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7826/793238278_VANiE-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7826/793238278_VANiE-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7822/793238024_TsMCf-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7822/793238024_TsMCf-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7819/793237811_f7L7i-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7819/793237811_f7L7i-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my pro camera because I wasn't sure it would be allowed, and it was so bitter cold I just didn't want to leave it in the car for hours.  I probably could have brought it as the gal standing behind me had hers and no one seemed to care.  But I'm kind of glad I didn't have to carry it around, as I usually bring all the gear along with it. LOL  When sound check came around, I was there watching, and was going to try and get a drummer shot, since they are so hard to do in the dark during a show with a point and shoot. I was told it wasn't time for pics yet, so I put it away.  But I did get this one shot before I was asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7824/793238146_hozRD-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7824/793238146_hozRD-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was asked to stand back by the sound booth so I didn't make them nervous. LOL  So I watched sound check and tried not to freeze to death.  Did I mention that it was bitter cold?!  And I forgot my hand warmers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a few people stopping and looking here and there, the crowd had grown quite large. I managed to stick up for a few people who had to move their cars and successfully save their spots. While we were waiting I was able to have some great conversations with people. I rather hoped I'd hear from them again sometime. After what seemed to be an eternally long wait, it was finally time for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7831/793238482_g5qW9-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7831/793238482_g5qW9-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7850/793238606_6nBB3-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7850/793238606_6nBB3-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway through the opening act, the crowd to was urged to get closer, and that's when the pushing just got totally insane.  The barricade was shorter than normal, and hit me mid chest, so breathing wasn't the easiest thing to do. It went on like that most of the night.  I really did enjoy Dashboard's set, and the local opener was fun, but it was not at all comfortable. The highlight for me was hearing Dashboard play Stolen as I just love that song. Oh, and getting the setlist made my night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7916/793239779_jPanq-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7916/793239779_jPanq-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7899/793239158_kqP9o-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7899/793239158_kqP9o-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7914/793239319_Wufka-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Dashboard-Confessional/IMG7914/793239319_Wufka-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concert was over, I had the option of heading to a bar to an afterparty, but since I was freezing, very sore and tired, fairly broke, and not really all that comfortable in bars anyway, I decided to head for home. I might have gone had I known someone and felt a little better. I hope it was a good time for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Dashboard concert was preparation for the Brand New concert on Jan. 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is for another blog.  Next... Collective Soul, John Allred, John from The Staples, and The Ivy League.  One down, three to go. :)  Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-4623852770160765623?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4623852770160765623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=4623852770160765623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4623852770160765623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4623852770160765623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/02/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Catching Up is Hard to Do'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-9121653993316613436</id><published>2010-02-20T12:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:18:50.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>for weird dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another strange dream. I do not plan to turn this blog into Melanie's dream blog, but since I don't often remember them, I thought I'd make a note.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night or more like late this morning, I remembered having a weird dream and that it involved Sherwood.  Once the I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I began to recall some of the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a venue to see Sherwood. Vedera was there.  I don't remember them performing, but Kristen was at the back at a merch table.  The venue was a lot like "In the Venue" only it was different.  It seemed bigger and smaller at the same time.  I think because there was only one level instead of two.  I recall Sherwood performing and me being front and center at the barricade.  It was crowded but not pushy (this is a dream after all.)  The stage went across the whole venue, and Nate goes to the far end and I can barely see him and he gets off the stage and sings at the far end to the crowd on the floor.  I know the song, but I don't really hear any music - I just know it's playing.  Nate gets back on the stage, and I decide to go to the far side of the stage and decide to watch from there.  Even I don't know why I am leaving and walking to the side of the stage.  Then I am at the merch table. I'm talking to the guys at the merch table, I think, but I can't recall seeing who I'm actually talking to or remember much of the conversation.  At one point they are talking about songs they want to do at shows, and they mention a number of them and sing little bits. On at least one song, they get rather silly with it (singing it bad on purpose, etc.)  I keep telling them I want to hear Alive, but they don't sing it.  Then I remember wanting to talk to Kristen at Vedera's table, but they have packed up and left already. Then the dream switches to outdoors.  I see Nate outside, and there is a flatbed trailer with a mattress on it.  He tells me that he found the mattress, and it wasn't that great to sleep on.  I see that it looks somewhat unevenly worn and tell him it doesn't look too comfortable.  Then I am walking down the street. I am in San Franciso, but it really doesn't look like San Francisco.  It just looks like a generic city.  I am supposed to meet someone.  A guy comes up behind me and tells me that his friend would like to borrow my comforter. I tell him that I would, but I am from out of town and there would be no way to exchange it.  He says okay and walks on.  It's only then that I even notice that I have something like a comforter (more like a small fuzzy dark colored blanket) around me.  I keep walking across the street at an intersection.  I recall thinking I should use my cell phone to call someone, but I don't think I ever make the call.  I walk into a cafe of some sort and vaguely recall something about ordering in bulk.  I see a bulk order of whole bananas on the side.  At that point, I decide I've had enough and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the dream is still rather sketchy and missing lots of detail that I know was in the dream when I was experiencing it. I am not good at remembering dreams, and when I do it is usually just before I wake anyway.  It is also quite unusual for me to dream about bands or artists, and more often than not when I do have a dream about a band it is usually in relationship to some concern I have (like getting to the show on time.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I think I'll blame it on Sudafed. LOL  It does really weird things to my brain.  Of course, it wore off long before the dream, but it does interfere with my sleep sometimes.  OH, and now I'm hungry, which pretty much explains the cafe.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I promise, I will post some details (the ones I can remember) about my last few concert ventures.  I've just been procrastinating.  There are a few things I do well. Procrastination is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-9121653993316613436?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/9121653993316613436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=9121653993316613436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/9121653993316613436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/9121653993316613436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/02/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-8612456717944390949</id><published>2010-02-14T10:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:36:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concepts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I write poetry. It goes in spurts.  It can take a real concerted effort to finish writing something, and I'm probably not the best at finishing things up.&lt;br /&gt;But I am determined to try and at least write down "concepts" as they come to me so I have something to work with when I feel like really writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is something I jotted down at the "concept" level.  It's probably how I feel far too often, so I'm pretty sure I am not alone on it.  Or maybe I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this world&lt;br /&gt;Starving for God&lt;br /&gt;Dieting when I should be feasting&lt;br /&gt;Sinking when I should be reaching&lt;br /&gt;For the life preserver I've been tossed&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to swim on my own&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The ocean's too big for me&lt;br /&gt;But not for God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-8612456717944390949?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8612456717944390949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=8612456717944390949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8612456717944390949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8612456717944390949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/02/concepts.html' title='Concepts'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2536054791335638302</id><published>2010-02-07T13:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:37:10.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>Dreaming the "Bearable"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.copyright-free-photos.org.uk/bears/funny-brown-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.copyright-free-photos.org.uk/bears/funny-brown-bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of: http://www.Copyright-free-photos.org.uk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8 something or other still pretty groggy and not at all rested.  My alarm was set for 9:17 a.m., so I still had another hour to sleep, so I took advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally remember dreams, although when I'm not sound out crazy dreams are the norm.  I blame this on Robert.  ;) He daily posts of his vivid dreams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not clear on why I was in the park, but my husband is studying bears.  He has some sort of conflict with his employer over something he's doing and gets fired.  He still keeps studying bears.  Someone puts out an announcement to look for this guy who is studying bears and using a fishing net.  I never do see the net or figure out what that is about.  Occasionally I get a glimpse of someone (never actually see a face) working on some sort of test.&lt;br /&gt;I can relate it to being my husband, but he really doesn't look like him at least not from a distance.  Occasionally, I see a bear and people reacting to a bear.  The bear seems to look mean, but I don't see a lot of facial details again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my husband in the parking lot and the guys looking for him are being distracted by an angry bear.  So I tell him to get in the car and we have a conversation about it. I tell him that if he keeps studying bears he should alternate cars becaue they'll get suspicious if the see the same car there all of the time. I tell him I plan to get a hotel room so I can change clothes before I go to school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave, and I don't know what happens to my husband after that as he's not in the dream anymore.  I stop by my old Jr. High School as I know there is a hotel there. I figure out where the office is and talk to the girl at the desk. She tells me it's $129 a night which I think is kind of high, but go along.  My daughter is with me (she doesn't look like my daughter, but I never see any detail to what she really looks like.) It takes a while, and she argues with the person getting the room ready over some sort of cup.  Then we go upstairs to our room no. 133.  The room is very small, The mattress takes up a good portion of the room, it's mostly clean, but there is a bathtub at the wall, but no toilet.  At first I just feel ripped off, but get mad that I can't go to the bathroom.  I finally go downstairs and tell them off.  I tell them I got the room to change clothes and go poop and there is no toilet and how overpriced they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem surprised. There is a guy laying on a bed like he is injured and in the hospital when they walk up to look with me. Finally they offer to credit me.  The receipt has all kinds of nonsensical notations on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am starting to leave the first gal at the desk talks to me and asks me about something and wants to know if I am unhappy with her. She says that she got fired.  We talk and she is an old friend, Becky. She wants to get her GED. I say, "You haven't done that yet girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish our conversation and I drift in and out of consciousness as the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty strange dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recall a dream, it is not unusual for someone to look totally different, so I know who they are, but really never remember any facial details or recognize any facial details that look like the person I'm dreaming about.  I wonder if that's normal?  Sometimes I have delusions that I am normal, whatever that means. I'm probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2536054791335638302?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2536054791335638302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2536054791335638302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2536054791335638302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2536054791335638302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreaming-bearable.html' title='Dreaming the &quot;Bearable&quot;'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1313263947035281165</id><published>2010-01-28T21:19:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:47:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics and Finding our Way Home</title><content type='html'>The last part of my Christmas saga will consist mainly of photos during our time in Arizona. Some of the places we visited included Chili's, Babies 'R Us, The Dollar Store, a cool health food place I can't recall the name of, Fry's Electronics and Chick-Fil-A. We went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch on Christmas Eve and we Bethany made yummy chicken for dinner that night. LOL Bethany flew home on Christmas Day, but not without some major problems. Her flight monitor said the flight was 15 mins. late. In reality, it left 1/2 hour early. SO she missed her flight and had some major issues with the airline. We were supposed to leave the next day, giving us some time to spend with Brian, Dee &amp; Jocelin (and doggies.) That was the plan. Instead most of Christmas Day it was just Ed &amp; I waiting at Dee's place alone. We did leave later on the 26th than planned and had a little time, but it wasn't quite the same. The drive home was much nicer weather-wise than the drive down fortunately. Obviously, we made it home. Remember the jokes about family vacation photos? Well, here are some pics from our stay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Chick-Fil-A on Christmas Eve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091441/773859300_7Twje-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091441/773859300_7Twje-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091435/773859138_ysMR5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091435/773859138_ysMR5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091428/773858958_sXCUs-S-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091428/773858958_sXCUs-S-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091436/773859169_YH4vs-S-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091436/773859169_YH4vs-S-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091440/773859287_jEd2u-S-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091440/773859287_jEd2u-S-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelin @ Chick-Fil-A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091432/773859069_m3K2H-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091432/773859069_m3K2H-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091442/773859326_9GTQu-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091442/773859326_9GTQu-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avalyn @ Chick-Fil-A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091410/773858856_YHu7U-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091410/773858856_YHu7U-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091431/773859051_adFZe-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091431/773859051_adFZe-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091409/773858837_7coMs-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091409/773858837_7coMs-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091430/773859022_3cJsT-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091430/773859022_3cJsT-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pics from around town:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091531/773859423_bsijj-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091531/773859423_bsijj-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091723/773859473_VeQtm-S-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091723/773859473_VeQtm-S-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091727/773859489_VTJXY-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Arizona-Trip-2009-cell-pics/12-24-091727/773859489_VTJXY-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family pic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian &amp; Jocelin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0209/772979218_NSVcN-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0209/772979218_NSVcN-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S2Jv3iUInrI/AAAAAAAAB5I/l0KmNtLNwQA/s1600-h/18148_254271150567_556970567_4784920_411569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S2Jv3iUInrI/AAAAAAAAB5I/l0KmNtLNwQA/s200/18148_254271150567_556970567_4784920_411569_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432027100456984242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute baby granddaughters:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0247/772980101_ZnBFn-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0247/772980101_ZnBFn-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0269/772982661_cgKG5-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0269/772982661_cgKG5-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0228adj/773932407_3jPym-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0228adj/773932407_3jPym-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0188/772977580_rt39o-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0188/772977580_rt39o-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0224/772979653_iSftt-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0224/772979653_iSftt-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avalyn got her ears pierced for Christmas, and she wasn't really thrilled:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0203/772978960_zZcby-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0203/772978960_zZcby-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0193/772977999_qQaeV-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0193/772977999_qQaeV-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0194/772978142_zsb6r-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0194/772978142_zsb6r-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma &amp; Grandpa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0184adj/772997415_RQpvS-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG0184adj/772997415_RQpvS-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S2J1S2crEEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/zIQ1yWN3QNs/s1600-h/18148_258811430567_556970567_4810920_4550343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S2J1S2crEEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/zIQ1yWN3QNs/s200/18148_258811430567_556970567_4810920_4550343_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432033067276111938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics here:&lt;br /&gt;http://woman4life.smugmug.com and in my facebook albums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1313263947035281165?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1313263947035281165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=1313263947035281165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1313263947035281165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1313263947035281165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-pics-and-finding-our-way-home.html' title='Family Pics and Finding our Way Home'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S2Jv3iUInrI/AAAAAAAAB5I/l0KmNtLNwQA/s72-c/18148_254271150567_556970567_4784920_411569_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-3427685300861974856</id><published>2010-01-20T17:38:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:07:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in January?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9840/752062702_srdHc-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9840/752062702_srdHc-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9883adj/752800128_nFjSm-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9883adj/752800128_nFjSm-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9877/752064756_2DT7G-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9877/752064756_2DT7G-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a regular reader of my blog, God bless you!  Seriously, one might think that Ed and I never made it to Arizona at all over the Christmas holiday, but in fact, we made it safe and sound and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kanab, Ut on the 22nd and prepared for the drive towards my daughter, Deidre's place near Phoenix.  I spend some time online in the hotel lobby checking the weather reports, and expected to see some snow along the way.  There are times when one hopes the weather forecasts would be in error, and this was one of them.  I knew it was a mistake not to leave early, but the trip is so much more enjoyable when rested.  LOL  At any rate, we headed out a little late for Arizona and mentally prepared ourselves for a snowy ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a snowy ride it was!  Once we approached the Jacob's Lake area, the snow was coming down.  The roads were not fully plowed at that point, and very messy, so the drive was very slow going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a pit stop at the Navajo Bridge to take photographs.  Last time we made the drive to Arizona, we stopped at the bridge for the same reason.  Unfortunately, the sun was so bright out it made getting a good photo difficult.  I thought it would be a lot better lighting (and I was right.)  At first I wasn't sure it was open as the first entrance had a gate across it, but the second entrance was open and we pulled in. I noticed that a few other people seeing us pull in realized it was open as well, so we weren't alone long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9914/754576854_TVXE9-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9914/754576854_TVXE9-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9921/754579491_4zqhz-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9921/754579491_4zqhz-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9904/754573597_u3u6T-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9904/754573597_u3u6T-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9897/754569807_Qispu-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9897/754569807_Qispu-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our pit stops in AZ was The Gap as Ed needed a refill on coffee and gas prices seemed reasonable. I took a few cell pics to document the stop.  We were greeted by a group of muddy pups.  Well - actually they were full grown dogs.  I grabbed my "good" camera and tried to take photos, but once they noticed my interest in them, they decided to be interested in me.  I got a few snaps, and after noticing how wet and muddy they were, I hopped in the car before one of them decided to jump on me for some attention. Then we continued on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q6-W54ibI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RjiDQjTSFos/s1600-h/12-22-09_1329rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q6-W54ibI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RjiDQjTSFos/s200/12-22-09_1329rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429857881211570610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q5aKOxG3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Pfi47xDkiyk/s1600-h/12-22-09_1322rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q5aKOxG3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Pfi47xDkiyk/s200/12-22-09_1322rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429856159822584690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q5ZyoKcnI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/x-FPAOetaC8/s1600-h/12-22-09_1321rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q5ZyoKcnI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/x-FPAOetaC8/s200/12-22-09_1321rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429856153486652018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9935/754803602_iTwHy-S-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9935/754803602_iTwHy-S-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9933/754804233_5j48Q-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9933/754804233_5j48Q-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times we stopped to stretch, take a few photos or get gasoline. Most of the stops were short, but it was getting later and later.  I thought for sure we'd be in there by 6 p.m. at the latest, but I was beginning to have doubts.  All doubts were put to rest when we reached mountains before Flagstaff .  The snow was really coming down, and the roads were not plowed, so we weren't going too quickly. However, we did finally make it to Flagstaff, and stopped at Quiznos on Historic Rte. 66 to have something to eat. They didn't really have any nutritional info. for me (I was informed it was online) so I made the best guesses that I could.  I ended up sending the tomato soup back because it was a bisque and I couldn't eat it. I thought of a plan for them to laminate a copy of the nutritional info. and have it on the counter for those of us who need such things.  I took snapshots here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8LYNesLI/AAAAAAAAB5A/y1G5_6huXNo/s1600-h/12-22-09_1620rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8LYNesLI/AAAAAAAAB5A/y1G5_6huXNo/s200/12-22-09_1620rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429859204412125362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8LLfnakI/AAAAAAAAB44/E77YzdK_kvg/s1600-h/12-22-09_1601rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8LLfnakI/AAAAAAAAB44/E77YzdK_kvg/s200/12-22-09_1601rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429859200998533698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8K0iV-oI/AAAAAAAAB4w/rVsFtb0LawE/s1600-h/12-22-09_1503rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q8K0iV-oI/AAAAAAAAB4w/rVsFtb0LawE/s200/12-22-09_1503rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429859194835958402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were back on the road, I tried to get a snapshot of an historic Rte 66&lt;br /&gt;sign.  I didn't see near as many signs as I remember from my last visit, and I wasn't finding an unobstructed view of them when we were stopped at lights.  I kept trying, though.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we were back on the road and headed for our destination.  Like I said, the Flagstaff area was a bit on the messy side and slow going, but we did eventually make it to Brian and Dee's place. All of us were hungry, and the plan was to head for Chili's. NO pics.  It was another long day, but a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post at least one more blog with pics from the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I I've been to a couple of concerts since my return, that I should definitely mention. I'll be back (said with best Schwarzneggar impersonation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-3427685300861974856?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3427685300861974856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=3427685300861974856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3427685300861974856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3427685300861974856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-january.html' title='Christmas in January?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S1q6-W54ibI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RjiDQjTSFos/s72-c/12-22-09_1329rot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6139127645747392181</id><published>2010-01-02T20:04:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:20:29.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We WishYou a Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and a happy new year.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wM4RcTRbI/AAAAAAAAB2g/LheRu_Nqw8E/s1600-h/IMG_7656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wM4RcTRbI/AAAAAAAAB2g/LheRu_Nqw8E/s200/IMG_7656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425725811968918962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing normal about this Christmas. For one thing, my vision of the Christmas holidays consisted of a decorated tree hung with candy canes of every imaginable variety, packages under the tree, and some silk nog. IT seems every year a little more of this tradition seems to slip away. There was no tree this year, no presents under the tree, and I was restricting the silk nog to half a cup a day to keep that girlish figure I worked so hard to achieve. I knew Christmas must be coming, though. TSO's show made it feel like Christmas for a while, and I had all the store displays to remind me. I made sure to put on Christmas music on my Zune in hopes to kindle a little Chistmas spirit. We celebrated Advent at church. But it just always seemed so far away. Before I knew it, Christmas was sneaking up without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christmas was different in one other very important way as this was my first Christmas as a grandmother. I have a 4 month old granddaughter (Avalyn) born in August, and another granddaughter born on Dec. 11 (Jocelin) who lives in Arizona. So this Christmas, the plan was to drive to Arizona. My daughter (Bethany) and granddaughter (Avalyn) who live nearby were also heading for AZ and the plan was to drop them off at the airport on Dec. 21 and then drive out ourselves. Confused yet? I was a little bit nervous as it is not really the best time of year for driving. Our homestead is pretty much surrounded by mountains, and I pretty much questioned our sanity for driving through some of them in the middle of winter. I hoped and prayed for the best. My car has been having a few issues lately, so we decided to use Bethany's car for the trip. Her car is smaller overall, but fortunately it does have a large trunk! LOL We managed to get everyone and everything into the car on the 21st and head out to the airport without too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the airport, we parked and went inside to make sure that Bethany would be able to get through security okay before we left. I went through the line and stopped at the checkout point. I guess I could have gone back and gotten some sort of ticket to assist her from the airline, but we decided against it. The security guy was pretty funny commenting on how adorable Avalyn was and then telling Bethany that her id pic was the best he's ever seen and offering to help. Once we confirmed that she had made it to the gate okay, we headed for Kanab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTgkxpxtI/AAAAAAAAB3w/2w_1VSsfjqQ/s1600-h/12-21-09_1338rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTgkxpxtI/AAAAAAAAB3w/2w_1VSsfjqQ/s200/12-21-09_1338rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425733101423281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTgU6en1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/wWePV6wSt5k/s1600-h/12-21-09_1242rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTgU6en1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/wWePV6wSt5k/s200/12-21-09_1242rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425733097165332306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTf5jzv8I/AAAAAAAAB3g/d3Ut-AWmAOA/s1600-h/12-21-09_1226rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTf5jzv8I/AAAAAAAAB3g/d3Ut-AWmAOA/s200/12-21-09_1226rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425733089822490562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTfYQeIyI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4MHT-yF4yZE/s1600-h/12-21-09_1100rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wTfYQeIyI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4MHT-yF4yZE/s200/12-21-09_1100rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425733080883012386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to Brian and Deidre's place in Arizona is about a 12 hour drive, and the plan was to drive as far as Kanab and split the drive in half, and it is sort of a fun thought to stop just before the border and cut the drive in two in more ways than one. LOL It's so much nicer to divide the drive as we don't have to rush or worry about getting overtired on the road. I made reservations at the Shilo Inn in Kanab for the 21st and 26th of December. We've stayed there a few times in the past and it's been a pretty good experience overall. It didn't hurt that it was off season so we were able to get a pretty good rate as well. That was the one positive side to making the trek in the middle of winter. The other positive was all of the beautiful winter scenery. We stopped along the way and I took lots of photos. At one point we pulled over and took photos of an icy stream. IT was just too pretty not too. I have come to the conclusion that the beauty of snow is what makes it bearable as I'm not overly fond of the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9705/752036614_JGzjB-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9705/752036614_JGzjB-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9691/752025172_nXBrR-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9691/752025172_nXBrR-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9697/752031114_fjTGr-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Vacation/Trip-to-AZ/IMG9697/752031114_fjTGr-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of photos on this trip literally everywhere and with three cameras. My point and shoot, my cell phone and my "good" camera aka Canon 50D. It helped to pass the time, and it was fun. It's also customary for me to take a photo of every hotel room I visit. So, when we arrived at Kanab on the 21st much later than planned (well after dark) I took the obligatory hotel room photos. The room was large, and really nice. It was across from the laundry, so there was some concern about noise, but it was all very quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPJTXwVpI/AAAAAAAAB24/7pZ12oCC8tg/s1600-h/IMG_7721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPJTXwVpI/AAAAAAAAB24/7pZ12oCC8tg/s200/IMG_7721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425728303567754898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPI3mMKmI/AAAAAAAAB2w/esGYC4m2678/s1600-h/IMG_7719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPI3mMKmI/AAAAAAAAB2w/esGYC4m2678/s200/IMG_7719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425728296112106082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPIflHw9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/AmThrhgechM/s1600-h/IMG_7718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wPIflHw9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/AmThrhgechM/s200/IMG_7718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425728289665172434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we settled into our room we headed over to Glazier's market to pick up a few things for dinner. There weren't many places to eat out at night in Kanab in the middle of winter and neither of us really wanted to eat out anyway. The prices were not exactly cheap, and we almost could have eaten out for the cost, but it was much cozier in our room. I will say the cashier was really nice, and in lieu of purchasing some plastic silverware, she offered to give us a few plastic forks and stuck them in our bag. It saved us $1.49 plus tax. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our room, microwaved our meals and just watched tv with Ed dozing off first, and me following a little bit later. It was a long day and we were both pretty tired. Before dozing I set my phone alarm so that I wouldn't miss my free breakfast (never turn down a free meal?) I slept better than I normally sleep in a hotel room, and woke up just before the alarm went off. I took my shower and dressed, and went down to breakfast while Ed got his shower out of the way. I brought up a breakfast for Ed, and brought myself up some oatmeal. Then we packed up and headed out for Dee's place. It had been snowing already. We had another long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wUj23g9TI/AAAAAAAAB34/TOKIKcUiXTQ/s1600-h/IMG_7722rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wUj23g9TI/AAAAAAAAB34/TOKIKcUiXTQ/s200/IMG_7722rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425734257330943282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6139127645747392181?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6139127645747392181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6139127645747392181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6139127645747392181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6139127645747392181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-wishyou-merry-christmas.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;We WishYou a Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/S0wM4RcTRbI/AAAAAAAAB2g/LheRu_Nqw8E/s72-c/IMG_7656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6642236801509107176</id><published>2009-12-31T23:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:55:24.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>20 Minutes and Counting</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2010 here in Northern UT.  In 20 more minutes I will say goodbye to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It's been the year that pretty much sums up my life's motto... it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really blessed to have a job, with some flexibility (at least for the time being), to have a family and two new beautiful granddaughters, a home, and many things that I probably take for granted far too often.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sz2cIQY7zhI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/F6IMZ4_nM7g/s1600-h/IMG_7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sz2cIQY7zhI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/F6IMZ4_nM7g/s200/IMG_7723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661192076381714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sz2cIGBs2cI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/wiyAT5qh7CI/s1600-h/IMG_7733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sz2cIGBs2cI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/wiyAT5qh7CI/s200/IMG_7733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661189294578114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to know of a God who loves me and Jesus who died to reconcile me to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to be relatively healthy (albeit now minus one gallbladder) and I'm very aware that not everyone has been so fortunate this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for friends both on and off the internet, and a church that feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very fortunate to be able to attend lots of concerts and take photos which I love to do (well, most of the time... someday I'll be really good at it.) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this isn't thanksgiving, but if I were to have a New Year's Resolution, it would be to every day remember the good things that I have and not to dwell on the trials. I see so many people who are so miserable, and I think a lot of it is that they just can't see what they have already.  Granted, I feel I have more than many, but this year has not been without it's share of trials some of which it wouldn't be too appropriate to share on the www.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, suffice it to say that I am grateful for what I have, and committed to remembering this in 2010 come what may.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I will try to blog about my Christmas tomorrow... procrastinating already. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6642236801509107176?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6642236801509107176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6642236801509107176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6642236801509107176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6642236801509107176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-minutes-and-counting.html' title='20 Minutes and Counting'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sz2cIQY7zhI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/F6IMZ4_nM7g/s72-c/IMG_7723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2256034412728962464</id><published>2009-12-18T00:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:21:12.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>For giving.  Help if you can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banner Ad for Red Kettle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.salvationarmyusa.org/site/Donation2?df_id=1868&amp;FR_ID=1270&amp;PROXY_ID=1160218&amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;outreachid=tWndkKiQdTbIvwNo6uE22OsOuMN63IDh"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Personal fundraising widget for 2009 Red Kettle campaign" title="Personal fundraising widget for 2009 Red Kettle campaign" src="http://give.salvationarmyusa.org/images/content/pagebuilder/11641.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2256034412728962464?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2256034412728962464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2256034412728962464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2256034412728962464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2256034412728962464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-4802619251229481301</id><published>2009-12-14T22:18:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:21:44.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backyard photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nampa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Reith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonder Slam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert photography'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonder Slam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9510adj/738006498_yW5yQ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9510adj/738006498_yW5yQ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Wonder Slam (hereinafter referred to as WWS) wasn't coming to Salt Lake City.  That is nothing new, and not particularly surprising.  However, WWS was coming to Nampa, Idaho (and for those unfamiliar with Idaho, that is just a bit outside of Boise.)  Also, for those that may not know, Relient K is the main opener for WWS, and if you read my blog at all, you know that Relient K is my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not really all that unusual for me to drive to 5 or so hours to Boise for a concert once in a while.  However, I have a rule:  No Boise concerts after Halloween.  The weather isn't usually to bad before Halloween, but after that date, one just never knows. I broke the rule one time before.  You'll never guess who I went to see in Boise in February. LOL  But it was Relient K, so I broke the rule.  I bought a ticket for WWS on December 8.  Then I hoped and prayed for decent weather.  When the weather-types were predicting snow the day of the show, I wasn't surprised.  I think my exact response was:  "That figures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, the plan was to stay at the Nampa Hampton Inn the night before, and drive home after the show.  Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looks at things, Metallica was playing the night before and the hotel was booked up on December 7.  I got on the waiting list for a room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to make things even more interesting, I decided to see "A Christmas Carol" at the Haile Theater in West Valley on the 7th.  The show started at 5 p.m., so I hoped to be out early enough. After some thinking, I decided that I should be able to sleep about 7 hrs. or so and then head for Boise about 3 in the morning on the 8th, and then just stay the night.  So I got back online and booked a room at the Hampton for Dec. 8.  I think that was the better plan in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 7, I actually slept decent. I had everything ready to go, except I needed a few personal items. I made a trip to the mall to take care of that business and dressed up in my new top and new green satin skirt. I thought I might be a tad overdressed, but dressing up is fun and I wanted to look festive.  I think it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was remarkable. I went with a group of friends from church.  A group of us went for a couple of years running, but then stopped.  I was really happy to be able to go again.  A Christmas Carol is done with lots of music, smoke, things that move and go bump in the night.  Scrooge was very animated.  In the end when he was happy, you felt like dancing with the guy.  It was really a lot of fun.  Afterwards, the group of us went to a Chinese restaurant nearby.  It was a challenge trying to moderate the fat content there, though.  Hopefully I did okay.  The food was pretty good and so was the fellowship.  I arrived at home somewhere around 10:30ish, and made sure I had everything together.  I decided to set my alarm for 3:30 a.m.  I woke up before it went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SydCZTzYSeI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/C5v9Urx_Sas/s1600-h/IMG_7655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SydCZTzYSeI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/C5v9Urx_Sas/s200/IMG_7655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415370079516248546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/cellpics2009/188/742403859_jMYET-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/cellpics2009/188/742403859_jMYET-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/cellpics2009/186/742403845_RMrVL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Other/cellpics2009/186/742403845_RMrVL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and tried to get everything by the door, dressed, and ate breakfast.  I unburied my car from the snow, and decided to shovel the sidewalk, since the snow was not too heavily stuck, and I figured it would be later.  It was bitter cold out (somewhere between 3-6 deg. F) and my fingers really began to hurt badly by the time I was finished. I went inside and warmed them up with cold water! Then I finished loading up the car and headed out at exactly 4:06 a.m.  It's a good thing I had plenty of time to get there.  Even on the freeway the top speed was 45 for the first hour or so. Then 45-50 for quite a ways.  Still, I arrived in Nampa I think a little after 10:30 a.m.  I parked my car at the hotel, and went inside.  The staff was wonderful, and let me hang about, watch tv, make some tea (I had cup and teabags, I used their hot water. LOL) and kill time until about noon, where they got me into my room early.  I took pics of my room and the view from my window.  I went downstairs and used the computer in the business center (very slow, but hey, it was available and free.) I killed time until a little after 1 p.m., and then went to check out the venue.  I came back to the hotel and warmed up until about 2:15 or so when I decided just to wait it out at the venue until show time.  Yes, I am certifiable!  &lt;br /&gt;IT was another hour and a half or so before anyone else showed up.  It was too cold... definitely too cold.  I did okay except the last hour or so when my toes pretty much began to ache, much like my hands did after shoveling the snow earlier in the day.  A family showed up early and took turns in line.  Then a couple of gals showed up and we chatted a lot.  They watched my place in line while I bugged people at the will call window about my photo pass, and stressed over it a lot (I should really quit doing that, it's not an endearing quality.) IT was close, but I got my pass in time.  One of the gals kinda freaked me saying it might get there before doors, and it might not. (This was gen. adm. entry I waited hours for? And they wouldn't let me in with camera without it, even though the security and one of the in charge gals both knew it was coming. And it had gotten to late to take it back to my room. Sigh. Hence, the stress.) Anyway, I was relieved when the pass showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of me freaking myself out, I made it to the floor in front with no problems.  It's not that I wasn't slower than molasses, because I was.  There were also a few hitches, but no one was running, and the dance floor really wasn't at all crowded.  It was kind of nice, actually.  NO pushing, no being squished within an inch of my life.  I could really get used to that. LOL  My right foot hurt extremely badly as it began to warm up, but it eventually quit. I played around with my camera, chatted, checked out the merch table, came back and waited.  Finally it was time for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;B Reith was the first one to perform.  I really am not a huge hip hop fan, but he actually had more singing than rap, and he was just a lot of fun!  He had I "heart" Boise on the bottom of his shoes.  His set was very short, but enjoyable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9207/737290090_fRWEa-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9207/737290090_fRWEa-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9204sh/737288936_X3unL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9204sh/737288936_X3unL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After B. Reith was Stephanie Smith.  Stephanie absolutely rocked.  The girl can sing and I loved her music.  Later I would go up and buy both of her cd's.  I was impressed.  I was able to get some decent photos of her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9240/737292049_aBMpX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9240/737292049_aBMpX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9247/737292983_fEJiq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9247/737292983_fEJiq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9253/737293815_F9nrB-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9253/737293815_F9nrB-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Stephanie it was time for Relient K. Hoopes was still out for a family emergency, and there was another guy filling in on the first song.  All but of a couple of the songs played were acoustic.  Ethan played drums on the first song, and guitar on the others. Hoopes was definitely missed, but it was still a great set, and it was especially awesome to hear, "I Celebrate the Day" live for the first time.  A good bit of Relient K's set were Christmas songs. Someone shouted out "I'm Getting Nuttin' for Christmas" at one point.  That made me laugh.  I have the same complaint everytime (although probably more truth to it this time than most) which is that it was just too short.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG7685/738048127_bzfxy-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG7685/738048127_bzfxy-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9320/737280847_TtFV7-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9320/737280847_TtFV7-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9326/737266347_2paFR-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9326/737266347_2paFR-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9356/737263645_waXZx-M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9356/737263645_waXZx-M-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9351adj/737264921_mQx2f-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9351adj/737264921_mQx2f-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some gift cards for Relient K, and I tried to get Jon's attention, but without much luck.  Then I went up to the merch tables, and one of B. Reith's guys said he would get the gift cards to them for me.  (And he did, so that was pretty awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;I met B Reith briefly and had a photo taken with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9379/738012365_FdFGL-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9379/738012365_FdFGL-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby Mac's set was starting, so I headed back down to the barricade. Onstage, Toby has an amazing amount of energy, and he surrounds himself with very talented people.  I've seen him a few times before, and he always has a great show.  I was surprised that I knew and/or recognized as many of the songs as I did. I did laugh at one point when he did a medly of songs, most of them I recall from when I was younger.  I definitely knew those songs. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9455sh/738009458_AeCRr-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9455sh/738009458_AeCRr-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9462adj/738005009_AX4GJ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9462adj/738005009_AX4GJ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert was over, I headed back upstairs.  I met Stephanie and her band and had a photo taken, and bought her cd's.  Stephanie seemed really sweet. I talked to Travis Culver or KTSY - he actually spotted me first, and I had a photo taken with him before I left.  I figured I'd better leave before they kicked me out, so I headed back to the hotel.  &lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9518/737699776_k7hex-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9518/737699776_k7hex-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9520/737699268_phuRH-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Winter-Wonder-Slam/IMG9520/737699268_phuRH-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived back at the hotel, I was tired and hungry.  I went to my 4th floor room, and got ready to take a dip in the pool before I went to bed.  I figured it would help me sleep to swim a few laps.  So, I swam about 8 laps of the pool and then sat in the jacuzzi for a bit.  It was hard to leave just because it was so toasty warm. :)  I dried off as best I could and went back to my room and changed again. I went to use the business center and to ask for a wakeup call.  A gal came into the hotel lobby to leave flyers for their Deli.  Their food was all organic and home made, and they were open and delivered until midnight.  OF course, I ordered right there.  Then I stayed in the lobby and chatted until my food arrived.  I ate, got ready to sleep, and slept well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it was time to head for home.  First I stopped at Calvary Chapel to drop off some gifts for Luke and bandmates, and then I stopped to visit a friend who was working at a nearby mall. She bought me a late lunch, even.   I did a small bit of shopping and headed for home.  By then it was nearly 4 p.m.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove probably less than an hour before I started to feel sleepy.  Now, that is an issue with me on long drives sometimes, but not usually only an hour after heading out.  I did't think that was a good sign, but at least the roads were clear.  I ended up stopping twice at rest stops to take naps along the way, but I finally made it home around midnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'm anxious to do this again too soon, but I am very glad I made the trek.  I wouldn't have missed it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos, to any "novella" readers who made it through this whole post.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-4802619251229481301?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4802619251229481301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=4802619251229481301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4802619251229481301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4802619251229481301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-wonder-slam.html' title='Winter Wonder Slam'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SydCZTzYSeI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/C5v9Urx_Sas/s72-c/IMG_7655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-209433454189536048</id><published>2009-11-28T17:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:38:54.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvary chapel wasatch front'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Everyday should be Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to be thankful for this year.  I have met some amazing people, seen amazing shows, I have a job, a home, food to eat, a church I love, I've been happily married for 33 plus years, I have 3 grown children, a beautiful baby granddaughter, and another one who will be born any day now. I am thankful for many fond memories, and a crazy, but loving extended family.  And if that isn't enough, I belong to a God who loves me and covers me with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can everyday not be thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I was up somewhere between 8 and 8:30 a.m. to put the turkey in the oven.  According to the temperature charge on the turkey bag, it would take 5-1/2 to 6 hours to cook the turkey.  Then I noticed on the turkey bag, that the time for a 24 lb. turkey was 3-1/2 hrs. instead. Of course, I see this when it is out of the package, and ready to go.  Timing would be tricky. So I figured out what I'd do when it was done when I didn't have to be at the church for Thanksgiving dinner until 4 p.m.  I went back to sleep and woke up after about 3-1/2 hours to check on the turkey, which was definitely done cooking. I opted to keep it in the oven on warm and hoped it wouldn't dry out.  Judging by the amount of juices in the bag, I figured it was a safe bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 p.m. Ed and I arrived at the church.  Others had already arrived before us, which is a good thing. :)  We took the turkey, camera, etc. in and waited for my daughter to arrive.  We had a very nice enjoyable dinner. I took quite a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;The food was all pretty good.  I ate carefully, but a little more than normal.  There were a few really sweet, sweet potato dishes that were amazingly tasty.  One of them was more like dessert, almost.  I splurged with a little bit of apple pie. The nice thing was that there was a portion where most of the crust was gone, so it ended up probably being a little lower fat.  I'm sure I exceeded my usual sugar levels by a good bit, though. Anyway, it was good food, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even though I was limiting myself.  Bethany and Ed left not too long after dinner, and I was a little sad because I really wanted to see Avalyn a bit more. Jonnie, and Beryl read a few pieces on Squanto, and Thanksgiving from different perspectives, and I stayed and visited, took photos, and helped a little with clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724909790_zLUPX-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724909790_zLUPX-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724910295_nNQJ7-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724910295_nNQJ7-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724945823_7HFRv-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724945823_7HFRv-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724946788_adzNk-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724946788_adzNk-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724946069_g5uGm-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724946069_g5uGm-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937175_pjxRM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937175_pjxRM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724911220_WmhWR-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724911220_WmhWR-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937379_kZkpf-M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937379_kZkpf-M-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937065_jtgJn-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/724937065_jtgJn-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, after the event people have stayed and plotted Black Friday. IT's always been a good time.  This year, though, people left a bit earlier, and I stayed while Jonnie made up a schedule of what opened when. The ads were all out on a table, so I looked through them a bit.  Then I said my goodbyes to Pastor Mark and Jonnie, and headed for home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHXYIiLzrI/AAAAAAAAB04/k7MJdklAtpM/s1600/IMG_9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHXYIiLzrI/AAAAAAAAB04/k7MJdklAtpM/s200/IMG_9057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409341437056372402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Bethany was still there, so I was able to see that sweet granddaughter of mine a little longer.  I got to change her diaper.. lucky me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then Bethany and I tried to decide what to do for Black Friday.  We could neither one decide. I was supposed to call if I decided to go, but at 3 a.m., I still hadn't made a decision.  I just worked on uploading and editing photos in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted only a couple of items from Black Friday sales, and they were in different places.  As it turns out, Staples had a couple of things I wanted, but I didn't see their ad until I went through the e-mail later, so really late, I decided to just head over for Staples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Staples at about 4:30 a.m. En route, I noticed the huge line at Starbucks drive through and it made me laugh. Before I left I told Ed where I was going, and said I'd leave if there was a huge line.  There were less than 20 people waiting, so I stayed.   Sears was already open and it was just a hop, skip and a jump away, and a couple of gals held my place in line while I went over to take a peek.  I must have looked rather ridiculous with my hoodie up around my head, and wearing a blanket.  LOL (I had someone take a pic of me in my getup, but for some reason it didn't save.)  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I found that I really wanted at Sears was this adorable dress for Avalyn that was only $9.60. So I bought it. So far, Sears is the only place I've seen some cute holiday dresses in the 0-3 mos. size.  Then I went back and waited in line. I chatted lots with those around me and froze.  It was rather chilly.  At one point a guy in a van and his adorable little girl were selling hot chocolate.  Later on, a Farmer's insurance rep. came by and gave out free chocolate with his bus. card.  Clever people. LOL  &lt;br /&gt;Dress on the right was the one from Sears.. the other came from K-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHeh8kRG2I/AAAAAAAAB1I/feItcmWBM38/s1600/11-28-09_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHeh8kRG2I/AAAAAAAAB1I/feItcmWBM38/s200/11-28-09_1839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349302223969122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 a.m., the doors opened and the place was soon crowded.  I found all of the items I had come for (an 8 gig CF card for $25, and a 4 gig CF cfd for $12.99, an AT&amp;T cordless phone system with $15 instant rebate and $35 rebate, some CDR's and DVD-R's, etc.)  I decided to kill time and wait for the neverending line to subside.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't happening, so I decided to bite the bullet and get in line, but not before I found a Universal Power Supply for $19.99 (didn't realize the $30 savings went to my Staples Card, though, until after I bought it, but still not a bad deal.)  At one of the service counters, there was a sign to check out writing checks only, and hardly anyone was in it, so I wrote a check and escaped the huge line.  $239, later, I left Staples and headed for home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even was able to catch any sleep, Bethany called, and wanted to go to Kohl's and K-Mart, which we did.  She wanted an exercise bike for Christmas/birthday at K-mart, so I got it for her, and a few small items, including a dress for Jocelin who should be born any time now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was long, but it wasn't too bad a wait.  Then we fed Avalyn, and headed for Kohl's.  I was able to get some warm sweaters in my size (that were not cardigans.)  I haven't been able to find them anywhere.  After Bethany and I finished shopping, we went to get in line.  The line kept going, and going, and going.... and wound around the back of the store. By this time I hadn't eaten in a while, and it had been well over 24 hours since I'd had any sleep.  I almost didn't make it and had to sit down a few times.  &lt;br /&gt;We finally made it through the line more than an hour later.  Baby girl was starting to get kinda fussy, and so was I. LOL  The checker was really nice, but not very fast. We made a bee line for the car.  I told Bethany, that if I had found warm pull over sweaters anywhere else at all, I would have left the line.  She said, "I probably would have let you." LOL&lt;br /&gt;My KOHL's sweaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTOHXkqMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/28xmAwL9xwI/s1600/11-28-09_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTOHXkqMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/28xmAwL9xwI/s200/11-28-09_1837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409336866898225346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTNuz1FJI/AAAAAAAAB0o/EWUJBY9v20E/s1600/11-28-09_1834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTNuz1FJI/AAAAAAAAB0o/EWUJBY9v20E/s200/11-28-09_1834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409336860305855634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTNBA4CnI/AAAAAAAAB0g/BKz9gz6BWqI/s1600/11-28-09_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHTNBA4CnI/AAAAAAAAB0g/BKz9gz6BWqI/s200/11-28-09_1833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409336848012544626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my place, we stopped at Arby's and bought something for lunch and took it back to my place.  We visited for a while, and after Bethany left, I just passed out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful for the things I was able to find on Black Friday, and I think Thanksgiving should be everyday, but praise God Black Friday comes but once a year!  I have a feeling the retail staff agree about now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-209433454189536048?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/209433454189536048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=209433454189536048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/209433454189536048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/209433454189536048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-should-be-thanksgiving.html' title='Everyday should be Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SxHXYIiLzrI/AAAAAAAAB04/k7MJdklAtpM/s72-c/IMG_9057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-1133754694544462259</id><published>2009-11-26T02:24:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:37:27.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trans-Siberian Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy Solutions Arena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>On this night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5PhUByjkI/AAAAAAAAByY/BiNPiaUsrYw/s1600/11-25-09_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5PhUByjkI/AAAAAAAAByY/BiNPiaUsrYw/s200/11-25-09_1842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408347636249038402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you aren't familiar with Trans-Siberian Orchestra, the title of this blog comes from the Christmas Canon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came early tonight in Salt Lake City.  Trans-Siberian Orchestra was in town. I left for the show later than I would have liked.  There was an afternoon show, however, so I was concerned that parking might be even more difficult if I arrived too early. Trying to time things right seemed tricky.  The timing worked out great, as it turned out, and I arrived about 1/2 before doors.  It wasn't too long to wait, even if it was a tad chilly out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5QPqp7lqI/AAAAAAAAByg/n6gjZWofn20/s1600/11-25-09_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5QPqp7lqI/AAAAAAAAByg/n6gjZWofn20/s200/11-25-09_1843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408348432596965026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, I purchased the program and headed for the merch table to purchase Night Castles." I still had to wait a little bit for the doors to the arena itself to open. Once the door opened, I made my way down the long flight of stairs to the floor, was able to get my wristband on, and find my seat pretty easily - Floor 1, Row 8, Seat 3.  I was pretty far to the right, but since Al Petrelli usually spends a good deal of time on the right side of the stage, Jane was practically in front of me, and there is a platform on the right near the balcony.  So I had decent seat after all. I even got really lucky and no one 6 foot tall sat in front of me!!! :) I made conversation with those around me, as I always do. Most of those sitting around me had not seen the show before. :) &lt;br /&gt;The lights this time around were as big and bright as ever.  Laser lights, stage smoke, steam, flames, and even fireworks.  This is what the lights looked like when they were off, before the show (pardon the really bad cell pics...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5RBMWgVyI/AAAAAAAAByw/CNM09NNmhp4/s1600/11-25-09_1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5RBMWgVyI/AAAAAAAAByw/CNM09NNmhp4/s200/11-25-09_1925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408349283455883042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5RA1-AfPI/AAAAAAAAByo/qJFQnXIxJho/s1600/11-25-09_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5RA1-AfPI/AAAAAAAAByo/qJFQnXIxJho/s200/11-25-09_1923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408349277447552242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like fireworks indoors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5aTMRkXuI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/bAqr3naSTco/s1600/11-25-09_2247rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5aTMRkXuI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/bAqr3naSTco/s200/11-25-09_2247rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408359488277470946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutley loved every minute of the show.  Anthony Gaynor's voice as narrator for the Christmas Eve story line is a joy to listen to as he almost sings some of the words.  Bart was completely awesome as the bum this year as he always is.  The singing was top notch as always, as the show goes from classical to totally rocking and pretty much everything in between.  Jeffrey Scott rocked it with his bluesy, gritty voice. Tommy Farese was moving as always as the "father" in the story line, and I think this was the best year ever for his vocals as well. This year there still was no Anna Phoebe, who went to the East Coast tour last year, but there were two really amazing violinists.  I will get their names down soon, but they were good and fun to watch as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5ZhZoq6CI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/SJggOBf-1Q0/s1600/11-25-09_2019rot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5ZhZoq6CI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/SJggOBf-1Q0/s200/11-25-09_2019rot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408358632870570018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5YkSkhk7I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9ol32KFSMEI/s1600/11-25-09_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5YkSkhk7I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9ol32KFSMEI/s200/11-25-09_2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408357583002112946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VrNwLS0I/AAAAAAAABzY/5t9ycoh-6OM/s1600/11-25-09_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VrNwLS0I/AAAAAAAABzY/5t9ycoh-6OM/s200/11-25-09_2115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408354403433007938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VqrMsPXI/AAAAAAAABzQ/SczOWiI-MyQ/s1600/11-25-09_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VqrMsPXI/AAAAAAAABzQ/SczOWiI-MyQ/s200/11-25-09_2133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408354394157366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VqUScrVI/AAAAAAAABzI/s93MCfIM5_A/s1600/11-25-09_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VqUScrVI/AAAAAAAABzI/s93MCfIM5_A/s200/11-25-09_2244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408354388007497042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5WbH2qFyI/AAAAAAAABzo/qzZmKWBDlbA/s1600/11-25-09_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5WbH2qFyI/AAAAAAAABzo/qzZmKWBDlbA/s200/11-25-09_2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408355226483300130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5Wa7R4LqI/AAAAAAAABzg/cMjLib7UBps/s1600/11-25-09_2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5Wa7R4LqI/AAAAAAAABzg/cMjLib7UBps/s200/11-25-09_2139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408355223107808930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, I made my way to the autograph table and stood in line.  I think I was pretty much in the middle.  We waited quite a while, and I finally went up and checked at about 11:36 and the table was still empty.  Finally we heard the cheers and knew they had arrived. Al Petrelli was at the head of the table (usually he is at the end.)  I was able to talk to him briefly.  I sort of got in trouble talking to Bart and Tommy this time around.  I can't help it.. you get 1 minute a year to say everything. LOL I told Bart that he almost makes me cry every year.  He said, "almost" how could he get a tear.  I said he actually did last year, but I pretty much know what to expect now. His vocals this year were the best ever, and his singing was amazing.  I totally love Bart.  At the autograph table (which they do ever year), Bart was sitting next to Tommy Farese, whom I really just adore.  I know if Al, Bart, Tommy, Angus and a few of the others every leave that will def. get a tear from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the table I grabbed my autographed program (more of a book of pics than an actual program, really) and security told me which way to go. I asked if I could take a photo, and the guy said, "just one" so I tried to get Bart &amp; Tommy.  Someone walked in front as I was taking it, so I waited to get an acutal photo.  Just as I was about to snap it, the lights went out, so I tried again and Bart gave me the thumbs up. It really didn't work out so well in the dark, but this is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VBHplghI/AAAAAAAABzA/TGxqf0dfDtQ/s1600/11-26-09_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5VBHplghI/AAAAAAAABzA/TGxqf0dfDtQ/s200/11-26-09_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408353680240247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy was joking about the fact that the lights were turned out and said they should tell ghost stories.  I had to leave at that point as I couldn't really find a good justification for staying (other than I wanted to hear if Tommy actually did come up with a good ghost story.) LOL  I headed for the car and finally for home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next year.  Some people say that the Christmas season should begin after Thanksgiving.  For me.. it begins with TSO. It's fun that they are so close together for me this year!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it there may be a spring tour.  I can't wait to see what is in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5U3qrXV6I/AAAAAAAABy4/Hpt79_4BDXg/s1600/11-26-09_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5U3qrXV6I/AAAAAAAABy4/Hpt79_4BDXg/s200/11-26-09_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408353517844256674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-1133754694544462259?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1133754694544462259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=1133754694544462259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1133754694544462259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/1133754694544462259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-this-night.html' title='On this night'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw5PhUByjkI/AAAAAAAAByY/BiNPiaUsrYw/s72-c/11-25-09_1842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-28353097552943090</id><published>2009-11-25T03:23:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:23:34.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eisley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Venue Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bayside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granddaughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonder Slam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say Anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remedy Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moneen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Merry Thanksgiving and Happy Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0el_w34-I/AAAAAAAABx4/jE8FwKi-8bM/s1600/11-24-09_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0el_w34-I/AAAAAAAABx4/jE8FwKi-8bM/s200/11-24-09_1337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408012365662249954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's really tough to come up with catchy blog titles.  I remember in school and the emphasis in Creative Writing on finding a title to grab the reader's attention.  I'm not sure I ever mastered that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really finished blogging about my October, but it was one very full month!&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the Snow Patrol concert, and my trips Vegas and Colorado, I started back to work, started watching my granddaughter when her mom was at work, went to see Eisley (with Say Anything, Bayside, Moneen, et al.), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6828adj/722181618_qaXPe-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6828adj/722181618_qaXPe-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6844adj/722183646_9wNqY-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6844adj/722183646_9wNqY-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6780adj/722182248_B7Qco-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6780adj/722182248_B7Qco-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6821/722184773_gC9dv-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6821/722184773_gC9dv-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6809/722185710_ptwaw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6809/722185710_ptwaw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6748/722191750_S5G8x-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Say-Anything-Eisley-et-al/IMG6748/722191750_S5G8x-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked during the day in hospitality and catering for Remedy Drive, and that same evening saw Mae in concert and collected a carful of things for The Road Home (homeless shelter and services)  and took photos for a Harvest Party at my church, October was insane, but good.  November has still been very full, but gratefully a little slower.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0crbOuuBI/AAAAAAAABxg/8CLoeYi38Ks/s1600/IMG_6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0crbOuuBI/AAAAAAAABxg/8CLoeYi38Ks/s200/IMG_6863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408010259911325714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0cq6V2KcI/AAAAAAAABxY/_iIITdgObAI/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0cq6V2KcI/AAAAAAAABxY/_iIITdgObAI/s200/IMG_6864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408010251082803650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Locksley-Deas-Vail/IMG6872/723529705_Qb58F-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Mae-Locksley-Deas-Vail/IMG6872/723529705_Qb58F-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will have the great pleasure of seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra from &lt;br /&gt;Row 8, Floor 1 at the Energy Solutions arena (which used to be called The Delta Center for any former SLC residents that haven't kept up. LOL) I'm not a huge fan of this venue, and not so crazy about floor 1, but I'll def. take row 8! LOL This will be the 4th year of me seeing them and it is always a highlight of my year. Unfortunately, they don't allow any photography, so not fantastic pics will follow, but that's o.k.  After the show, they always do a meet/greet or as the line by the table autograph sessions are sometimes dubbed, a "greet and leave."  LOL  I still always manage to get a few words in.  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I will be at my church for a Thanksgiving meal.  I am bringing a turkey.  In a stroke of fantastic and fortuitous timing, I was able to get a 24.62 lb. turkey for only $.40 a lb. at Wal Mart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0NaVYUxaI/AAAAAAAABxI/aQUewGfWSXA/s1600/11-25-09_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0NaVYUxaI/AAAAAAAABxI/aQUewGfWSXA/s200/11-25-09_0335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407993473608762786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a limit of 2, at the time, so I picked up a smaller second turkey for around Christmas time.  I won't be home on Christmas day, so I may have to fix it just a little late. :)  I will be in Arizona, visiting my daughter, and her baby (which is due on Dec. 5.)  So it will be a warmer Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who keep up with me and my crazy concert schedule (all one or two? maybe...) I will be at the Winter Wonder Slam in Boise, on Dec. 8 to see Relient K, primarily; I have a ticket to see Brand New/Manchester Orchestra in Jan., and a ticket for Jack's Mannequin in Feb.  I am trying to behave myself and slow down, but it's tough! LOL  I do really want to see Dashboard's acoustic show on Dec. 4, but not sure if I will go now.  I had a ticket for the same show (non-acoustic) in November, but they cancelled and automatically refunded which I didn't totally understand, but now I'm not sure if I want to tackle it.  I know John Allred has a show coming up, so if I have to choose, I may just catch his who instead.  I have to see how the timing works out this time around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off work now probably until next season which for me will most likely start somewhere between the end of January and the middle of February.  The last two years, I have been called back the middle of February.  Things seem less predictable every year, however, so I have no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am trying, albeit very slowly, to accomplish a few things.  I've been going through my clothes and getting rid of things that are just too big for me to wear now.  I have quite a growing pile.  Hopefully between Thanksgiving and Christmas I can catch up on a little rest and get a lot more accomplished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granddaughter is growing like crazy now, and it's fun to see.  She smiles more, and has even laughed for me (or was that at me.)  ;)  Today I took some snapshots of her smiling for her grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0d0giI0SI/AAAAAAAABxw/BluNa7J8ix0/s1600/IMG_7584re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0d0giI0SI/AAAAAAAABxw/BluNa7J8ix0/s200/IMG_7584re.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408011515465355554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7582adj/723527168_TLdr6-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7582adj/723527168_TLdr6-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We also watched Star Trek.  I liked it.  The ending was different, so I'm not quite sure what to think of it yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a very blessed Thanksgiving, and a truly Merry Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-28353097552943090?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/28353097552943090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=28353097552943090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/28353097552943090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/28353097552943090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/merry-thanksgiving-and-happy-christmas.html' title='Merry Thanksgiving and Happy Christmas?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Sw0el_w34-I/AAAAAAAABx4/jE8FwKi-8bM/s72-c/11-24-09_1337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-3974745636795045160</id><published>2009-11-16T01:17:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:22:31.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Shot the Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilby Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio 600'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larusso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert photography'/><title type='text'>My Two in One Attempt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEnNWlQ-2I/AAAAAAAABw4/X610G5O5Jh8/s1600/IMG_8791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEnNWlQ-2I/AAAAAAAABw4/X610G5O5Jh8/s200/IMG_8791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404644138174970722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmCfiJkwI/AAAAAAAABwg/cs2SFq6l780/s1600/IMG_8587adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmCfiJkwI/AAAAAAAABwg/cs2SFq6l780/s200/IMG_8587adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404642852087632642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was an interesting day.  I had a ticket to see We Shot the Moon (doors at 5 p.m.) and Sherwood (doors at 6:30 p.m.) and I knew it would be cutting things close. I was told early shows at Kilby Court usually ended by 8 p.m. and Dan said that Sherwood usually plays around 9 p.m. for headliners, so I figured I could make it. The shows were only a few blocks from each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about Saturday really went as planned. I had planned to sleep until 1 p.m., but my husband woke me up at 11 a.m. because my daughter needed a bill paid by noon.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was supposed to be cold, but it was snowing. I planned to leave at 3 p.m., but instead I left at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this could work, but before I left I saw that We Shot the Moon's van and trailer had rolled. I found out they all walked away from it, and I asked Jason (via facebook) if they were still playing and he said Jonathan would be playing an acoustic set. So I headed down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Kilby around 4:30.  I usually get there early enough to use one of the few spaces right by the venue, but I think I just missed that opportunity, so I parked on the street and headed back. There was a small group of young people there already but they never got in front of me in line... they could have as they were there first. It was literally freezing cold out, so I was glad when they let us in 10 minutes early even before set up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show pretty much started out on time, so I was hopeful, but there were a lot of artists.  The show was pretty much acoustic all around, which was actually kind of nice.  Tyler played first.  I don't know his last name. I think I've seen him before, though. He seemed kind of nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEYornZ2DI/AAAAAAAABvY/PwxAyo0ywXI/s1600/IMG_8581adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEYornZ2DI/AAAAAAAABvY/PwxAyo0ywXI/s200/IMG_8581adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404628115003136050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy was a 15 year old (Adam something or other?) and he was really pretty good. I kept thinking he was going to be completely amazing by the time he was 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEZIXIDQrI/AAAAAAAABvg/jpK0LVqib7U/s1600/IMG_8608bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEZIXIDQrI/AAAAAAAABvg/jpK0LVqib7U/s200/IMG_8608bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404628659258737330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a band played called Between the Avenues (I think, not totally clear as I was super tired.)  The first song and a half was a tad rough vocally, but after that they were awesome -- especially when the two guys harmonized.  I don't know if I've seen them before or not, but three out of the 4 were quite familiar, so I'm pretty sure that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEaaHD6PbI/AAAAAAAABvw/q4Z7mhhER6U/s1600/IMG_8627shbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEaaHD6PbI/AAAAAAAABvw/q4Z7mhhER6U/s200/IMG_8627shbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404630063695674802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEaZkV1TfI/AAAAAAAABvo/GQElIgDNFe0/s1600/IMG_8618adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEaZkV1TfI/AAAAAAAABvo/GQElIgDNFe0/s200/IMG_8618adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404630054375607794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aaron of Larusso played an acoustic set.  I always love hearing him live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmz9oMRsI/AAAAAAAABww/HfmIPU1_KEM/s1600/IMG_7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmz9oMRsI/AAAAAAAABww/HfmIPU1_KEM/s200/IMG_7536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404643701979629250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmzQnlNmI/AAAAAAAABwo/nNsN2EcyVG4/s1600/IMG_7534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEmzQnlNmI/AAAAAAAABwo/nNsN2EcyVG4/s200/IMG_7534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404643689897473634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another local guy by the name of Mason Jones played.  He was a lot of fun. He mentioned audience involvement, so I started clapping during one of his songs, but no one else was. IT was really odd, so he just went over to me and was saying, "Yea, that's what I'm talking about."  I was having a hard time not laughing, but it was a little awkward. FINALLY, everyone else started clapping and having a good time...tough crowd. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEYGkbhg9I/AAAAAAAABvQ/n8natmP918U/s1600/IMG_8672adjbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEYGkbhg9I/AAAAAAAABvQ/n8natmP918U/s200/IMG_8672adjbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404627528958706642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was finally time for Jonathan to set up. The gal behind me said, "It looks like you might not make it to Sherwood, so I asked the time and it was 8:15 p.m.)  I was disappointed, but still hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to my car and get some things I had for Jonathan, et al., so I asked the gals behind me to watch my things and hold my place and they graciously did.  &lt;br /&gt;I bought A Silver Lining as I wanted to purchase a hard copy at the show, and ran to the car.  I got back just after Jonathan started the first song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was definitely grateful to be there alive and playing. I think he was shaken up but at the same time seemed almost eerily calm. He said he wanted to hug everyone. (And yes, I took him up on it after the show.)  There was a good crowd there, but it wasn't overly tight.  Jonathan just played acoustic with the keys (no guitar at all) so his repertoire was limited.  But he played quite a few requests, and then played a few Waking Ashland songs.  Several of us requested The Bright Side, and he wasn't sure he could pull the whole song off, but he did it beautifully. People sang along to almost every song.  It was pretty awesome. Anyway, the show ended at about 4 minutes before 9, and I had some things to give Jonathan, so I probably was headed out by a few minutes or so after 9.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEg9QWUvcI/AAAAAAAABv4/Bj65C7JyhBw/s1600/IMG_8724adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEg9QWUvcI/AAAAAAAABv4/Bj65C7JyhBw/s200/IMG_8724adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404637264554016194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEk_p8wh6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/3uFh4lN8CQ4/s1600/IMG_8742re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEk_p8wh6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/3uFh4lN8CQ4/s200/IMG_8742re.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404641703832356770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwElf5xBcwI/AAAAAAAABwY/_E7OEI3iDrY/s1600/IMG_8770bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwElf5xBcwI/AAAAAAAABwY/_E7OEI3iDrY/s200/IMG_8770bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404642257833915138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd miss about half Sherwood's set. It literally took me a few minutes to arrive at Studio 600, but probably 15-20 to find a place to park and get into the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived I saw Sam (promoter) at the door, and he said, hurry they are playing the last song. So I wormed my way up to almost the front, said "hi" to the rest of the band standing next to me, and took two pics of Nate. Then it was over. I hoped for an encore, but if there was one, that was it. I heard the last half of the last song!  Sam got on stage and made an announcement, so I took a few pics of him doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUbv6fH2I/AAAAAAAABvI/Hw7RjYbcqHM/s1600/IMG_8786bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUbv6fH2I/AAAAAAAABvI/Hw7RjYbcqHM/s200/IMG_8786bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404623494772105058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUbADpjOI/AAAAAAAABvA/QgRS0eAMyqU/s1600/IMG_8785adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUbADpjOI/AAAAAAAABvA/QgRS0eAMyqU/s200/IMG_8785adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404623481925635298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUa1mnyhI/AAAAAAAABu4/csQAOPhyV2I/s1600/IMG_8784adjcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEUa1mnyhI/AAAAAAAABu4/csQAOPhyV2I/s200/IMG_8784adjcr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404623479119530514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL  Then I went over to the merch table and talked to people. I bought a Sherwood hoodie because it was so cute, I was freezing and I'm into warm clothes at the moment!  Then I talked to Dan for a while, and went back over to get change at the merch table for a twenty and left the hoodie there.. at least that is where I last remembered holding it and I did set it down. I talked to Mikey really briefly, and to Nate briefly and he told me they'd probably be back in the spring.  Then I started talking with Corey and followed her around a bit.  I wanted a photo with all they guys, but they needed to hurry and load out, so I waited.  Then Corey walked with me to my car because I had something for her, and some hot chocolate for the guys.  Then I drove back. They were all on the bus already except for Joe, so I just had a pic taken with Joe.  Oh, and I put in a song request for springtime. LOL  I'll see if it works!!  ;)  At least I got to say hello to everyone, so it was still kinda worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEnnDAQ4WI/AAAAAAAABxA/sIi_eWo6azM/s1600/IMG_8792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEnnDAQ4WI/AAAAAAAABxA/sIi_eWo6azM/s200/IMG_8792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404644579596099938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my car and realized I really didn't have the hoodie anymore, so I went to the venue where there was some sort of dance party, and they let me look.  I didn't really expect to find it.  I got back into my car and texted Corey.. who texted Lindsay, so they are going to send it to me.. isn't that awesome!  I was much relieved!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I made the trip home.  I was super tired, but got on the computer and worked on pics and made it to bed about quarter to 4 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I'm beat, time for some hot tea and a little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for some sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-3974745636795045160?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3974745636795045160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=3974745636795045160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3974745636795045160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/3974745636795045160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-two-in-one-attempt.html' title='My Two in One Attempt...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SwEnNWlQ-2I/AAAAAAAABw4/X610G5O5Jh8/s72-c/IMG_8791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-8884372795217970622</id><published>2009-11-12T02:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:05:13.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Denver to Fort Collins</title><content type='html'>October 17 was family day. :)  I was still staying at my sister Stephanie's place in the Angel room.  The day included showers, getting dressed, making sure as many of my things were packed that I could pack ahead, getting my camera gear back in order, checking my facebook, etc.  I think I had a bowl of some yummy cereal that Stephanie had in her kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall what time we headed out to Fort Collins, but I do know we stopped at Starbucks along the way.  I'm really loving the Vanilla Rooibos Latte with soy (aka the dairy free version.)  It's pretty tasty.  (I wonder if they are open at 2:24 a.m. LOL)  I resisted the urge to eat something sugary and probably fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then instead of Denver or Bust, the theme of the trip changed to Fort Collins or bust.  I have an Aunt and Uncle in Fort Collins, that I hadn't seen in a very, very long time. We used to go to Wyoming and Colorado every summer, so we visited a few times when I was younger, but I think I was 16 the last time I made the trip to Fort Collins. Let's just say that it was a very long time ago.  I remember taking a picture of my cousin sleeping on a picnic table and playing Spoon. I'm not sure I even remember how to play it anymore, though I'm sure it would come back to me rather quickly.  Anyway, I was looking rather forward to the trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason we weren't planning to take the toll road. This did not make the &lt;br /&gt;GPS very happy.  She kept finding new and inventive ways to get us to take it. It was pretty comical actually. I got a kick out of it anyway, but then sometimes I can be easily entertained. ;)  IT was a beautiful day out, once again, and a very nice drive.  There was some uncertainty (but not a lot) about exactly which street to turn on and the specific house, but we really found it (or I should say my mom and sis found it) without too much difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my Uncle Kin's place, my Uncle Merle was there also along with my cousin Lorrie. We were all invited in, of course, and had a nice visit.  We were planning to go to lunch, but it took us all a while to settle on where we were going.  We ended up at Black Eyed Peas.  The food was good, and all very high fat, southern style cooking.  It was tasty, I must admit.  I must have burned off a few calories at the Relient K concert, though, because I was pretty hungry. We had a great waiter and he even took a few group pics for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG6700adj/696386663_24kmS-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG6700adj/696386663_24kmS-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went back to Kin &amp; Betty's place, and visited a little more.  Of course, you know I took a ton of photos while we were there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7517/700645653_8sHxD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7517/700645653_8sHxD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7506/700644102_vGMR8-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7506/700644102_vGMR8-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7509/700645019_34GcY-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7509/700645019_34GcY-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time to say our goodbyes. Just when I was getting ready to leave Kin asked me to wait a sec, and he went back and brought me a gold coin. Then he came out and gave one to each of us.  That was kind of fun.  So, we said our goodbyes for real and headed out on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7492rs/700618301_BCtmS-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7492rs/700618301_BCtmS-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7539adj/700620625_JEfJf-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7539adj/700620625_JEfJf-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7544adj/700619843_SvXDo-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7544adj/700619843_SvXDo-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE made one pit stop to return the car my mom and Jim were using during their stay in Colorado, and then headed back to Steph's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun at Stephanie's as I played Wii for the first time. We played Wii bowling.  I think I bowled just a tad better on Wii than in reality.  It's odd bowling with a "bowling ball" that is imaginary and has no weight. LOL   Randy (my bro-in-law) kinda cheated a little.. if that is what you call it.  He would use the controller from the couch and not even get up.  It was actually kind of funny, especially since he would actually get a pretty good score that way.  Oh, and it is pretty funny when the ball goes backwards and everyone ducks.  I think it's one of the highlights of the game.  And it can happen a lot when you are trying to get used to the controller. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we all ended up headed off for some sleep.  I used Stephanie's laptop for a bit, made sure everything except what I was wearing was packed and ready, and had a decent night's sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I made it to the airport, and everything went smoothly for the trip back home.  It was a long week, but a great one. :)  It was so good seeing everyone and I was very glad that I made the trek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-8884372795217970622?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8884372795217970622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=8884372795217970622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8884372795217970622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8884372795217970622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-denver-to-fort-collins.html' title='From Denver to Fort Collins'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-8390304264614126595</id><published>2009-11-07T16:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:04:21.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copeland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ogden Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Hour Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert photography'/><title type='text'>Denver or Bust, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7194adj/709108749_utQkH-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7194adj/709108749_utQkH-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 16 was THE big day. It was Relient K day. It was Ethan Luck's birthday, it was see Brito day, meet Megan day and the "my sister was going to see my favorite band day."  I was kind of excited, and a tad nervous about making things all work out together. I always stress over stupid stuff that God has all under control before I even think of making the trip. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan was to get to the venue about 10 a.m.  Brittany and Megan had planned to be there around 10:30.  I was up long enough before 10. My sister fixed yummy pancakes for breakfast.  I took a shower. My sister helped dress me.. sort of.  She gave me a pair of pants that shrunk and she couldn't wear as a result, and a cute shirt to match. Then she found a shiny belt and necklace that went with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We spent a long time trying to figure out how to transport Ethan's cake.... nothing was working.  I finally just took the cake and hoped and prayed I'd find somewhere cool to store it until I could give it to Ethan.  I had throat coat tea for all of the bands (I should own stock in the company. lol) and a small silly gift for Thiessen (lead singer of Relient K for those who are not fans.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got out the door and arrived at the venue it was shortly after noon.  It was o.k., though.  I was the only one there. LOL  My sister was to drop me off, and come back later for the show. She was concerned about it not being the nicest part of town.  I told her that venues are only rarely in the nicest part of town. I assured her I wouldn't be alone all that long as I knew Brittany and Megan were coming.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely gorgeous outside.  I couldn't have asked for a nicer day.  Not too long after I arrived, a guy from the venue showed up, so I asked him if they had somewhere cool to store the cake.  He invited me in and we checked this tiny fridge in a small side room, but took one look and we both said, "no". LOL  So he said there was a refrigerator in the dressing room, and that he would put it in there and try to "hide" it until after the show and I could come back and have cake with them.  I tried to downplay that, since I didn't want to invite myself into the dressing room. LOL  I tried to explain I was just a fan, and not sure if they would want me there.  Anyhow, he finally took the cake to the dressing room, and I just hoped it would work.  (As an aside, I talked to Ethan who said he knew about the cake, and would have some, but Jon Schneck said he thought it was gone, so now I don't know if Ethan even had any of his own cake. I don't know if he knew it was vegan, until I talkd to him, either. I did give Ethan the candle, though. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Brittany and Megan arrived around 12:30ish.  We all chatted for a bit.  The bus was across the street next to a hotel.  I don't remember the sequence and time frame all that well, but the bus did finally pull up to the venue for unloading. I saw John Warne and his lovely wife Sarah, so we finally met.  I almost met her in Boise at the hotel, but just missed her.  Unfortunately it was a fairly short conversation because the bus was pretty noisy, and they wanted to go out, of course! :)  I saw Thiessen and he was really sick and not feeling well at all. I gave him the silly gift and throat coat tea. WE talked for a sec or two, and he went into the venue.  This is where I really lose all sense of what happened when.  Still, all of the individual moments are etched in my mind... some favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan's friends offering to buy me something from Wendy's and bringing it back for me gratis.  My treat next time.  That was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Copeland pull up and start to unload.  Aaron was on the bus with RK, but I talked briefly to the other guys in passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Aaron and gave him the throat coat tea and explained to him why I always bring it - he's the one that started my "trend."  I said something about Matty being sick and he told me that he probably gave it to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having everyone "hold my spot" while I walked to Starbucks to get Ethan a Starbucks card for his birthday. I wanted to get him a Vespa tee or other Vespa store item, but you couldn't order them online and the only time I could go was Monday when they were closed.  My sister didn't seem too interested in visiting the store in Denver, and it would have been tough to do anyway, so I decided to walk to Starbucks. I need to figure out how far it was... it seemed like quite a hike!  On the way this guy behind me starts making comments about me wearing a shiny "belt on my @**, and why was I, etc.  I sooooo wanted to make a snide comment back, but decided to ignore him and walk faster. LOL  Just as I asked someone if they knew how far away Starbucks was, I was directed and it was practically in front of me. LOL  So, I went in, had them make me a Vanilla Rooibos latte with soy milk and make it iced (it's supposed to be a hot drink.) Then I talked to the gal for a minute while the tea finished steeping and bought the gift card.  Then I made the long trek back. I think the walk back didn't seem quite so far - probably because I felt less uncertain and less lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up and seeing April!  I was so not expecting to see April, so that was a VERY nice surprise. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7192adj/709108155_UgSyY-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7192adj/709108155_UgSyY-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with April and Jon Schneck about a burger place. I really thought Jon had decided not to go with us since he kind of disappeared, and we walked down there and ordered. Jon showed up later, and we left before he got his order so as not to bug him.  Later he said he was looking for us and wondered where we went.  Kind of a comedy of errors? LOL  He and April both had the same thing and gave it two thumbs up. (The new siskel and ebert of hamburger joints?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box office opening up early and being able to get my photo pass BEFORE doors opened. That was awesome!!  Very organized and no hitches.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert, of course!!!  I have to say that the concert was pretty amazing.  Barcelona had the strings with them for the concert and they added a lot. They already have pretty amazing vocals, which is a huge plus, and I enjoyed their set immensely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7205adj/709108471_5KzTH-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7205adj/709108471_5KzTH-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7274/685539996_Fv4hQ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7274/685539996_Fv4hQ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister  and her husband decided to go out for something to eat/drink before the show (and they accidentally went to a gay bar first.. kinda funny) so they missed Barcelona's set, unfortunately.  Copeland was amazing as usual.  Aaron sounded really good. I texted my sister (she was up at the top, I was at the barricade next to Brito) and asked her what she thought and she said they were awesome. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7279sh/685599345_dyWoD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7279sh/685599345_dyWoD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7265/691571052_5n27g-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7265/691571052_5n27g-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7417adj/685378057_Wpp8E-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7417adj/685378057_Wpp8E-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though Matty was sick (and rumor was he really wanted to cancel out), Relient K put on a first rate concert.  My sister was impressed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7458adj/685396289_N3jiD-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7458adj/685396289_N3jiD-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7466adjbw/685388793_5zDdQ-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7466adjbw/685388793_5zDdQ-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7392adj/685379609_9nrzt-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7392adj/685379609_9nrzt-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7478adj/685057908_VzDYq-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7478adj/685057908_VzDYq-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7475adj/685063675_UAYer-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7475adj/685063675_UAYer-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Ethan his birthday candle (it was supposed to go on the cake) and getting a pic with Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my sister to Jon Schneck, and to Aaron Marsh and talking to Aaron about Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and taking a photo of a display for Relient K's new cd, at a record store on the corner, and having them tell me to let the bands know that they could get a discount. LOL  I think they thought I was with the band. It was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7185/709127755_droeW-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Music/Relient-K-Copeland-Barcelona/IMG7185/709127755_droeW-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I could go on forever.  I had a great time. Thanks to all who were a part.  Thanks especially to Brittany, Megan and friends for holding the fort and letting me goof off a little.  I felt kinda bad that I relied on you so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after I am sure I kept my sister's husband, Randy, up way past his bedtime; and before they had to hog tie me and throw me in the vehicle (JK, or am I?) we all got into the car and headed back to my sister's place.  I was pretty tired, but it was a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to anyone and everyone who made it so special!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Still adding pics... stay tuned. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-8390304264614126595?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8390304264614126595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=8390304264614126595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8390304264614126595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8390304264614126595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/denver-or-bust-part-2.html' title='Denver or Bust, Part 2'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-5667325204342463179</id><published>2009-11-05T02:30:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:59:30.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver or Bust, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I should try and finish my Denver saga before I forget too many details.&lt;br /&gt;I bet y'all thought I forgot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving home from Vegas late on Oct. 14, I set about finishing up my packing.  I had to repack my camera, recharge batteries, make space on the cd flash card, etc.  I had most things packed a week in advance, but had to repack and add a couple of items.  I wanted everything to fit in a backpack with room to include my purse.  It worked and everything fit.  There were also last minute things (like laundry) to finish up before I headed for the airport.  As it turned out, I would have ended up with 2 hours of sleep, so I just stayed up.  I was definitely tired. I don't sleep on planes, so I hoped I would hold out for a bit of visiting before I crashed at my sister's place.  My mom was supposed to be there, but it had snowed, so I hadn't heard if she actually made the trip. As it turned out, she and her husband Jim decided to fly out, and they were already in Denver.  I was happy because I was able to get a window seat both directions, and I definitely prefer a window seat!!! I like looking out at the clouds, the mountains, and the groups of houses that all look like circuit boards or a game of monopoly (depending on how high we are flying at the time.)  Mostly there were clouds and mountains for the flight.  I did close my eyes and rest a few times, but never went to sleep. I did get water and pretzels for a snack.  Exciting, huh? I did marvel at the clouds this trip. They were so thick in places that they looked a bit like whipped snow.  I would have almost expected to be able to step out and walk on them.  I took pics with my cell phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZ2I4JlI/AAAAAAAABuA/6RN2YHJHVc0/s1600-h/10-15-09_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZ2I4JlI/AAAAAAAABuA/6RN2YHJHVc0/s320/10-15-09_1045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400560766618707538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZ4v9uCI/AAAAAAAABt4/HBMSws2ifZQ/s1600-h/10-15-09_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZ4v9uCI/AAAAAAAABt4/HBMSws2ifZQ/s320/10-15-09_1044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400560767319521314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZmtiz9I/AAAAAAAABtw/weu9NrPlL2U/s1600-h/10-15-09_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZmtiz9I/AAAAAAAABtw/weu9NrPlL2U/s320/10-15-09_1042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400560762477531090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a somewhat short flight, so it wasn't too long before I was in Denver.  Once I arrived, I had to figure out how to get to where I could be picked up.  I saw a really cool airplane model inside the terminal and snapped a pic with my cell phone (is there a pattern here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlvCTVLUI/AAAAAAAABuI/F5qkGIqo80k/s1600-h/10-15-09_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlvCTVLUI/AAAAAAAABuI/F5qkGIqo80k/s320/10-15-09_1119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400561130661031234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for directions and was directed to a train in the terminal. Once I got that far, I heard from my sister, and I told her where I would be so she could pick me up.  After a short wait outside in the pick up area, my sister Stephanie and mom arrived to pick me up.  Once we arrived at Stephanie's house, I was directed to my room and was told that I had the angel room. It was really a pretty room, and quite comfy, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKfuvAnUwI/AAAAAAAABto/LzROd7FWLnY/s1600-h/10-15-09_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKfuvAnUwI/AAAAAAAABto/LzROd7FWLnY/s320/10-15-09_2155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400554528412488450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKfnpunirI/AAAAAAAABtg/ewtuc035uco/s1600-h/10-16-09_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKfnpunirI/AAAAAAAABtg/ewtuc035uco/s320/10-16-09_1046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400554406735743666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we all chatted a bit, and played ball with Charlie the wonder dog and tried to figure out how and when we would get a vegan birthday cake for Ethan Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKmah_H-EI/AAAAAAAABuQ/gDdUWzHd3hc/s1600-h/10-15-09_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKmah_H-EI/AAAAAAAABuQ/gDdUWzHd3hc/s320/10-15-09_1212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400561877900589122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called a place called the Leaf in Boulder, and made arrangements to pick up one of their vegan carrot cakes.  Someone from my sister's workplace brought one in at a potluck once and she said it was the best carrot cake she'd ever had.   After a bit we went out to eat at a place called Village Tavern (I think that was the name of it, anyway.)  I couldn't really see anything low fat on the menu, so I opted for scallops, since I love them. When my meal arrived, any hopes of it being remotely fat free vanished.  Large scallops on top of mashed potatoes and green beans and butter poured over everything. LOL  It was yummy, though, and those were some of the best mashed potatoes I've ever had. Of course we took pics of each other... still wondering why I didn't take a pic of my meal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &amp; Randy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7166adjrs/700615105_qoFXY-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7166adjrs/700615105_qoFXY-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we picked up Ethan's cake, and stopped at Target to pick up a few things.  Then we headed back to Stephanie's.  I won't even swear to the order of things as I was so tired, they all just ran together.. even which day to some extent.  At any rate, I finally got into some pj's, and was able to catch some sleep, as the 16th was Relient K day at the Ogden Theater, and I wanted to be there really early.  At least that was the plan. I was also planning to meet Brittany and Megan there because they wanted to be really early as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that will be day two, aka part two and this is day one, aka part one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5667325204342463179?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5667325204342463179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5667325204342463179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5667325204342463179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5667325204342463179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/denver-or-bust-part-1.html' title='Denver or Bust, Part 1'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SvKlZ2I4JlI/AAAAAAAABuA/6RN2YHJHVc0/s72-c/10-15-09_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-5257992183579839162</id><published>2009-11-02T14:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:14:48.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing what I started.. or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7513/700645322_Vr9QE-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Family/Family-pics/IMG7513/700645322_Vr9QE-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to complete the rest of my mid-October journals, but so far I haven't felt completely motivated to finish.  But I started on my trip to Colorado, and will eventually finish it... eventually.  It was just sooo awesome, it will take a few days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am back at work, although I almost missed Wed.  It would have just fried me to miss Wednesday due to sick leave when I wanted to be at the Mat Kearny concert, so I was determined to go in even if I did smash my little finger in the door. I ended up icing it and being 1/2 hr. late. It's still a little black and blue. It only bothers me if I touch it a certain way, or if it gets a little achy and I rub it and then it really does hurt.  Otherwise, it seems fine. The lead at work said it looked broken, but I think she was just seeing the Heberden's (sp)nodules on my little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Friday or Saturday I received an e-mail saying that the Dashboard Confessional/New Found Glory concert I had a ticket for on the 11th was cancelled, so I called today about a refund. I guess if you buy online it's automatic, but could take up to a week.  I figure it will pay for the Winter Wonder Slam show on Dec. 8 that I bought a ticket to on impulse.  I'm a sucker for a Relient K concert, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I went to my church's Alternative Night and took photos. It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG8351/700487880_CjJyd-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG8351/700487880_CjJyd-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7017/700019716_xsoEv-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7017/700019716_xsoEv-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7020/700020885_NCmGu-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7020/700020885_NCmGu-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7010/700016129_xT8Uo-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Harvest-Party-2009/IMG7010/700016129_xT8Uo-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I delivered all of the items I collected at the Mae concert on the 21st from Mae fans (and from my awesome church which helped!) to The Road Home.  I sorted everything and labeled it, which was much appreciated. IN all there were two very large bins full of Christmas bag items, clothing, blankets, coats, etc.  I am so glad to have finally finished that project.  I'd do it again, and I have learned a few do's and don'ts.  Mainly I don't think I'd want to try it again when I'll be out of town the week before. LOL  My car was definitely packed full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8073/691515447_uct7F-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8073/691515447_uct7F-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8069/691518047_vdqb7-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8069/691518047_vdqb7-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8062/691522734_Nc3Hp-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/Events/Project-Touch/IMG8062/691522734_Nc3Hp-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing happened last night. I saw a small pile of mail that I had only partially gone through and there was an unopened envelope stuck under the pile that was hand addressed, had a nondescript P.O. Box return address and was postmarked on the 16th from Salt Lake City. I may have glanced at it and thought it was an advertisement as I get those sometimes.  As it turned out it was a short note from Sara telling me that she had found the Snow Patrol set list while cleaning the production room and so she mailed it to me.  It totally made my night.  I think that was so very thoughtful. Just the thoughtfulness of it makes me smile. :)  I was so bummed when my copy turned up missing, so I am happy to have this one now.  Thanks Sara!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9YRkHZmuI/AAAAAAAABsw/zITuSX913ek/s1600-h/IMG_7051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9YRkHZmuI/AAAAAAAABsw/zITuSX913ek/s320/IMG_7051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399631537016249058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I watched my adorable granddaughter, Avalyn. She is finally getting bigger, but she still is pretty tiny for her age. I wonder how much she weighs now?  I honestly don't know. She is starting to smile a bit now.  That's fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9WLH7sEoI/AAAAAAAABso/uIqJvtuIrOQ/s1600-h/IMG_8405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9WLH7sEoI/AAAAAAAABso/uIqJvtuIrOQ/s320/IMG_8405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629227348464258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9WKkoqoGI/AAAAAAAABsg/BzcdesjmhO0/s1600-h/IMG_8442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9WKkoqoGI/AAAAAAAABsg/BzcdesjmhO0/s320/IMG_8442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629217873436770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a few things accomplished and get ready for work.  Do I have to go? ;)&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't complain.  I am grateful to have a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-5257992183579839162?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5257992183579839162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=5257992183579839162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5257992183579839162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/5257992183579839162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/11/finishing-what-i-started-or-not.html' title='Finishing what I started.. or not.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/Su9YRkHZmuI/AAAAAAAABsw/zITuSX913ek/s72-c/IMG_7051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-8873411292677173259</id><published>2009-10-27T02:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:11:09.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am doing when I should be sleeping and things in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubOiAd-9GI/AAAAAAAABr4/Rf8Nz1FaBb4/s1600-h/IMG_7036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubOiAd-9GI/AAAAAAAABr4/Rf8Nz1FaBb4/s320/IMG_7036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397228287086752866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long couple of weeks. I think my life's theme revolves around the quote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.."  I think I started to read that book once upon a time, but I never finished it.  IT's on my "to do" list which has grown rather astronomical lately.  Things have been like that a lot lately for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 7, I was called back to work.  Rumor has it that they want us all gone before Veteran's day on the 11th, so they called more people back this week.  Hurry up and so all the work so we can send you back home again.  ;) Actually I didn't expect to be called back to work until at least the 14th, so I was a bit surprised.  Of course, I had plans for the 13th-19th and the 21st, but I didn't have any problems getting the time off since I had things that were prepaid, and I had sufficient leave.  I did offer to work 4 hours day shift on the 19th before I took off for the evening. Then I questioned my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th, Ed and I left bright and early for Las Vegas, although not nearly as early as I had hoped. My alarm didn't sound and I woke up about 3 hours later than I had intended.  Ed decided I must have changed my mind about when I wanted to leave.  Sigh... but it all worked out.  It's my pattern - I panic, things inevitably work out, I wonder why I panicked. LOL  I had reservations at the Mandalay Bay hotel, and tickets to see Mute Math at House of Blues that night.  I was pretty excited having the VIP package (which I erroneously thought included a meet and greet, not just early entry - must have been wishful thinking on my part) and&lt;br /&gt;I had promises of a photo pass which I was pretty jazzed about.  Ed wasn't excited about having to rush down, but I told him we could take our time on the way back.  When we arrived at Mandalay Bay, we passed by the buses and it looked like they were just starting to load in.  We found a place to park, and headed for the hotel.  It's been a few days, so the order is a bit fuzzy, but we eventually checked into our room and then checked the line at HOB.  I picked up my will call ticket, and Ed and I had lunch at the HOB restaurant.  The food wasn't super cheap, but not too bad considering the location, although it was tough to find anything even remotely low fat. LOL  The service wasn't quite as good as the last time I ate there which was some time ago.  The food was decent, though. At any rate, I checked back at the HOB a few times and was even able to get my photo pass early.  The MM team does a wonderful job of putting things together.  At some point Ed and I went out and walked around and I found the buses.  I gave the security guy at the bus some throat coat tea for Paul, and some hershey's kisses for Darren (long story). Anyway, to keep this at a reasonable length, I went back to HOB and was first in line.  The second person was another guy with a photo pass that drove down after seeing MM in Phoenix the night before. We chatted, some more VIP folks arrived and we met Levi who was awesome. He managed to get all of the MM VIP ticket holders permission to shoot photos for the whole show.  I was able to even be behind the barricade for MM's entire set!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubTO0gJnOI/AAAAAAAABsY/cjGRw9cJ95s/s1600-h/IMG_6918adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubTO0gJnOI/AAAAAAAABsY/cjGRw9cJ95s/s320/IMG_6918adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397233455015238882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubTOP6pUkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Pcv05CP7b2w/s1600-h/IMG_6668adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubTOP6pUkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Pcv05CP7b2w/s320/IMG_6668adj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397233445194256962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I hung around hoping to see the guys, but I only talked to Paul's wife and Levi.  I'm sure they thought I was a pest. I did go next door to Starbucks. I found out that Starbucks has a drink I can have, but I'd already purchased water and a fruit cup.  I wanted to wait a bit before going back to the hotel so my husband could sleep before I woke him up, so I killed some time there. LOL    I actually came back around to HOB a few times, and said good-bye a second time and I was pretty silly being very over-tired.  I'm sure they thought I was being kinda stalkerish, but the last time I just got lost trying to find the elevator and was going in circles. I kept ending up back at the HOB. By the time I got back I was ready to just sleep on the floor in the casino. Wouldn't that have been a sight! &lt;br /&gt;I finally did find the elevators.  I made it back to my room, and got ready for some much needed sleep.  I slept in as long as my body let me the next morning and showered.  I kind of wanted to take a bath, though, since there was a tv in the bathroom, and I thought it would be funny to bathe and watch tv. LOL  Ed and I loved the room, except for the lack of a coffee pot.  He went downstairs to find coffee while I got dressed.  I took some pics from the hotel window before we left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubHoA5JCgI/AAAAAAAABrY/fY1XSzxqtWE/s1600-h/IMG_7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubHoA5JCgI/AAAAAAAABrY/fY1XSzxqtWE/s320/IMG_7001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397220693698480642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubHnl0_XqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/44eEq56KhTM/s1600-h/IMG_6996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubHnl0_XqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/44eEq56KhTM/s320/IMG_6996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397220686433312418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checkout, I had a Vanilla Rooibos Latte from Starbucks (with soy instead of dairy) which was delicious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubGL3IGz0I/AAAAAAAABrI/retWe25jMe0/s1600-h/IMG_7006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubGL3IGz0I/AAAAAAAABrI/retWe25jMe0/s320/IMG_7006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397219110528929602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time getting back home, which was kind of nice.  We stopped and took photos by the river.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJTpS420I/AAAAAAAABrw/oIyhe0Q5lpQ/s1600-h/IMG_7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJTpS420I/AAAAAAAABrw/oIyhe0Q5lpQ/s320/IMG_7095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397222542789892930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJTDWMruI/AAAAAAAABro/xfpd4KleOr0/s1600-h/IMG_7092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJTDWMruI/AAAAAAAABro/xfpd4KleOr0/s320/IMG_7092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397222532603227874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJSgK24dI/AAAAAAAABrg/X62zGjOYJzU/s1600-h/IMG_7042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubJSgK24dI/AAAAAAAABrg/X62zGjOYJzU/s320/IMG_7042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397222523160420818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point we stopped at a gas station with a huge rocking chair, so Ed took my pic in it, and I reciprocated.  After all, turn about is fair play. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubPUkzIC6I/AAAAAAAABsI/hna1A7HQ1yA/s1600-h/IMG_7149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubPUkzIC6I/AAAAAAAABsI/hna1A7HQ1yA/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397229155832564642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubPUWT-CUI/AAAAAAAABsA/UhgmDUuxRYk/s1600-h/IMG_7147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubPUWT-CUI/AAAAAAAABsA/UhgmDUuxRYk/s320/IMG_7147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397229151943788866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long trip, but a good one overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived home, I did a bit of laundry, and did some final packing for my trip to Denver to see Relient K, Copeland and Barcelona with my sister.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will have to be part two of the saga, however. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-8873411292677173259?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8873411292677173259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=8873411292677173259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8873411292677173259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/8873411292677173259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-am-doing-when-i-should-be.html' title='What I am doing when I should be sleeping and things in between'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SubOiAd-9GI/AAAAAAAABr4/Rf8Nz1FaBb4/s72-c/IMG_7036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-4685366389318708921</id><published>2009-10-17T23:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:23:14.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't Forget and Not Slow Down</title><content type='html'>This will be the truncated version.  I've decided that truncated is my word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting in the Angel Room of my sister's place near Denver, CO. IT's a pretty cool room, actually. I'm pretty sure I'm not angel, though. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was in Denver at the Ogden Theater to see Relient K, Copeland and Barcelona.  All three bands were outstanding.  I had a chance to chat a bit with some of the RK guys, took Ethan a birthday cake, met Brittany, April, Meagan &amp; Co. Walked a mile to Starbucks and back, or at least I think it was a mile.  I'm curious now. LOL  Got a photo pass, and was so close to Thiessen that I'm sure my pics are rather shooting up his nose most of the night.  Kept my sister's husband up past his bedtime (at the show, my sister and her husband were there.) Chatted with Aaron of Copeland, said hello's to Steven &amp; Jon, meet the beautiful and sweet Sarah Warne, and generally had a really good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (as of 20 mins. ago) I went to Fort Collins with my sister and her husband, and my mom and her husband to visit with some of my dad's family. We had a very nice lunch at Black Eyed Peas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more to say, including a trip to Vegas to see Mute Math, and tons of pics to follow... but right now, I should finish up playing around online and catch some sleep.  I leave for home at 1 pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the full version to follow soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-4685366389318708921?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4685366389318708921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=4685366389318708921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4685366389318708921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/4685366389318708921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-forget-and-not-slow-down.html' title='I won&apos;t Forget and Not Slow Down'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-6729003241009379871</id><published>2009-10-12T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:39:07.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone scams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal Mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LLM Services'/><title type='text'>Not fooled THIS time...</title><content type='html'>"You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time." --Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from LLM SVCS just a little bit ago.  The number was 801-820-4210  I was informed in very bad and broken English that I had won a $500 shopping spree from Wal Mart as part of their customer appreciation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what the catch was and was assured that there was no catch.  And (lucky me) I was also informed that I would get a restaurant discount card good for any restaurant.  I figured that was the catch - a trial membership in a discount card.  I never accept those because I never remember to cancel them and it's more trouble than it's worth.  After another minute of the woman attempting to explain things to me, and my continued skepticism, and I was informed that the only charge was a shipping fee of $4 (which was later mentioned as $4.40.)  I politely informed "Karen" that I would not give personal information over the phone to someone who called me. She rather glossed over it by saying I could use a debt card and I didn't have to use a credit card?  (That makes a difference?  LOL)  And she proceeded to spell her name one letter at a time, K-A-R-E-N  A-N-D-E-R-S-O-N. Then she gave me Wal Mart's corporate address.  I got a really big chuckle out of the corporate address since anyone could look it up online.  She completely mangled the pronunciation of Arkansas (It came out closer to R can Sass.) While I was on the phone, I did look up Wal Mart's site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not convincing me, she gave me the package ID # as VKO125, and finally her employee ID # as 10051005KA.  It didn't work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she said her goodbyes to me, and I called Wal Mart Corporate offices.  I was transferred to someone who confirmed my suspicions.  IT was indeed a scam.  He referred me to the FTC and the number for the FTC is 1-877-4357 for future reference. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went to caller ID and looked up the call from LLM SVCS.  &lt;br /&gt;It came up with a site called, "Who Calls Me" and there were a number of posts, but one of the posts in the thread said this:&lt;br /&gt;"LLM Services is a fake name using a fake caller ID number.  They use Skype (untraceable internet phone service) to call you wanting personal info.  They use cons like they are the IRS and you have a refund yet they want your name, address, SSN number, etc.  They also use cons like offering to refinance your home but again they want personal info (name, address, SSN).  They are not a legitimate business anywhere you can trace.  Not the LLM Services (plumbing) in Miami, not the LLM Services in Oregon, etc.  You can't complain to the do not call list (they're overseas), you can't complain to the BBB, and you can't find them on the web.  Just plain old overseas con artists wanting personal info to fleece you.  Hang up on them or give them false info is about all you can do or get number blocking.  Warn all your family members about them.  You'll never track them down since they use Skype to avoid any tracing.  They could be anywhere on the planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are armed with just a little more information.  Phishing isn't just for the internet.  Be careful out there!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-6729003241009379871?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6729003241009379871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=6729003241009379871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6729003241009379871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/6729003241009379871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-fooled-this-time.html' title='Not fooled THIS time...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-2911704649232083719</id><published>2009-10-12T00:15:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:57:15.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain White Ts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Patrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Life is a Blur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677310507_QphpM-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677310507_QphpM-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been a haze. That happens when I'm working followed by a lack of sleep. October 7, I was called back to work.  My job is seasonal, and I am far enough up on the list that I am sometimes called back in for the "mini peaks" about this time of year.  Still, I didn't expect to be called back until at least the 19th, and since I am usually called back on a Wednesday and not usually before a holiday, I thought it could be later. With that in mind I scheduled a few events for the next week.  Things are not about to be simpler. It's amazing how that happens, and I have to say that some of it is my own doing.  It's not all bad, and in fact, it should be a great week, but I will need a vacation from my little mini-vacation known as next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also watched Avalyn a few days this week, and she is finally starting to grow and respond a lot more. She's started to get big already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/674908100_BtRFT-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/674908100_BtRFT-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/674908176_2g53y-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/674908176_2g53y-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I am leaving bright and early for Las Vegas.  My husband has graciously agreed to drive me there. I have a room overnight and a VIP ticket to see Mute Math.  I have to say that I really love those guys:  not just as musicians, incredible performers but also as nice people. They haven't toured in a while, and I really do miss them. They probably don't miss me nearly as much.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, the plan is to drive home and take our time.  Hopefully I can be a little leisurely for one day.  On Thursday morning, I fly to Denver.  My sister lives in Denver, and Relient K will be in Denver on the 16th. How can I pass that up?  My sister and her husband are planning to see Relient K's show as well. It should be fun. :) My mom was supposed to be there today, but not sure if it happened.  I know she was concerned about snow, and it did snow in Denver this week.  I will be in Denver until the 18th when I will fly home. It's not an overly long visit, but I think it will be a good one. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th, I will be seeing Eisley at In the Venue with Say Anything. Eisely hasn't toured in a bit, either, so I am definitely looking forward to it.  I did say I would work half a day shift so I'd only have to take off 4 hrs. that day.  So, it will be a long one, but I hope a good one, and I'm quite sure it will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20th, I will be back to work for one day, and then off again on the 21st.  On the 21st, I am supposed to work at the show for Fireflight and Remedy Drive with Abandon.  I saw Remedy Drive at Creation Northwest and they were sooooooo good. But I will not be able to stay for the show, as I have tickets to see MAE and have had them for a while.  I am trying to pull together "Project Touch" (see my last post) so it will most likely be a very long day.  I will go back to work on the 22nd, and on Sunday the 25th, I will be working at Todd Agnew's concert.  I love Todd and am looking forward to seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I have some leave saved up.  I am trying to be organized and have started packing and putting things together for upcoming events way in advance, which has made finding things to wear quite a challenge. LOL I just have to finish up on copying and emptying compact flash cards and packing my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is looking forward towards the future... looking back has been interesting as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to see Snow Patrol and Plain White T's. I arrived at 11 a.m. since the show was general admission. I met some VERY interesting people. Initially the venue was to be set up with the floor being standing, but a decision was made to &lt;br /&gt;put in general admission chairs on the floor.  This actually worked out well for me as we were so close to the barricades and were able to stand there without being squished ito obliviou! :)  Kinda nice. Tom with PWT's was ill and almost cancelled his set entirely, but he came out and they played three acoustic songs, "1234"; "Sunlight" and "Hey Delilah."  He sounded really good, especially thinking about him being sick. Afterwards, I was able to get their 3 song setlist. :)   I really thought I should take Tom some Throat Coat Tea, and felt bad because I didn't listen to that "little" voice. Later I saw the drummer and mentioned it to him wasn't too sure he would have drank it.  WE both thought he needed to take care of his voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677310170_S249n-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677310170_S249n-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol put on a good show and was a lot of fun.  Gary forgot the words a few times, but it was kind of funny.  The crowd seemed pretty lively, especially for a seating on the floor type of set up.  Most of the time the vocals were really good, although a few times at the outset of a song, he would be off a little, usually a note or two.  Afterwards I was pretty excited to get another set list. I let three girls take photos of it.  Then I headed up to the merch table and bought a cd. I wanted to buy a PWT's tee that was cute, but didn't quite have enough, so I went to use the ATM.  I think I left the set list there when I went.  That is when I talked to the drummer for PWT's, and then bought the tee.  I started to head out the door, and realized that I didn't have the set list anymore.  It wasn't at the merch table and she hadn't seen it.  I went back into the arena, and had someone look. I threw someone's drink out for them and I checked the trash.  (So, I was desperate! LOL) But I know I had it upstairs and at the merch table, which I had later confirmed by two different people at different times.  So the only conclusion I could come to is that when I had it at the merch table, someone took it.  It was kind of a downer to an otherwise great day.  But I'll get over it.  Secretly, (or Not so secretly) I still want it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677293894_QoGzd-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677293894_QoGzd-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677307764_TnAoA-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 450px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677307764_TnAoA-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677304215_zu5tw-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 326px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677304215_zu5tw-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was very long due to construction and freeway closures, but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded pics and fell asleep at the desk. I ate dinner, and uploaded more pics, and again fell asleep at my desk.  I got wise and went to bed.  This morning I got up early and made it to church being actually on time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677308079_mKYeh-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 338px;" src="http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/677308079_mKYeh-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be my next blog... See ya soon - very soon indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, bless you!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-2911704649232083719?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2911704649232083719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=2911704649232083719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2911704649232083719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/2911704649232083719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-week-has-been-haze.html' title='Life is a Blur.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-7064302520712163487</id><published>2009-10-05T14:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:15:37.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Venue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Road Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Project Touch</title><content type='html'>You can click on "Project Touch" to go to the event page on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SsphbhNtlkI/AAAAAAAABrA/s_z6fpympjA/s1600-h/mae+proj+touch+flyer-page1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SsphbhNtlkI/AAAAAAAABrA/s_z6fpympjA/s400/mae+proj+touch+flyer-page1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389227029502465602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and for this event and get the word out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847774-7064302520712163487?l=woman4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=137783232928&amp;ref=ts' title='Project Touch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7064302520712163487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847774&amp;postID=7064302520712163487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/7064302520712163487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847774/posts/default/7064302520712163487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woman4life.blogspot.com/2009/10/project-touch.html' title='Project Touch'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554101659049962196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://woman4life.smugmug.com/photos/109456689-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SsphbhNtlkI/AAAAAAAABrA/s_z6fpympjA/s72-c/mae+proj+touch+flyer-page1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847774.post-9193433130375034943</id><published>2009-10-03T01:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:53:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SscNMEDIh1I/AAAAAAAABqY/gvqMqk_Y13g/s1600-h/IMG_6389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SscNMEDIh1I/AAAAAAAABqY/gvqMqk_Y13g/s200/IMG_6389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289980068562770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Thursday, October 1, Avalyn has finally, finally gained a pound over her birthweight. This is a major milestone of enormous proportions.  As of 2 days ago, Avalyn weighed a whopping 6 lbs. 10 ozs.  She will be 6 weeks old on Monday. She is almost the size of an average newborn now. :)  She is a sweet pea, and when she sleeps, a sleeping beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mom was back at work, and Avalyn, was here. So, of course I had to take some photos.  I wasn't up to getting out all of the camera gear, so I just grabbed my point and shoot and took a few snaps.  I think for flash pics, I almost like the point and shoot better. Some day I will get a good flash for the 50D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te31kLbulEk/SscPp_OiUSI/AAAAAAAABqo/DvWX7x6W4zo/s1600-h/IMG_6384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-alig
