The Voices...I haz em

Last night I had the privilege of attending (and sitting 12 rows from the stage) at the Yanni Voices concert and let me tell you...it was one of the most impressive concerts I've seen.

And I was at Michael Jackson when I was five. So there.

Granted, with seats pretty incredible, but this one was truly a show.

I had seen the preview at Blissdom '09 and thought it looked 'pretty neat' but didn't see myself ever actually going. Then I saw the ads online for it and a poster in the bathroom at a stadium and was a bit surprised. Actually, to be accurate, I grabbed Jennifer's arm and drug her over to the wall yelling, "I SAW THAT PREVIEW AT THE BLOGGING CONFERENCE AND LET ME TELL YOU...THOSE TWO GUYS ARE SUPER HOT!!!"

The other restroom attendees were not nearly as impressed as Jennifer pretended to be.

So when the One 2 One Network ladies emailed me* and invited me to the concert...let's just say I knew who I was taking.

This show? Was much more impressive in person than any of the previews or PBS specials. It would have truly been the most perfect date night; with all the hot guys and sexy women up on stage. Jennifer wouldn't let me put my arm around her though. She might be a little bit uptight...I'm not sure yet.

There was dancing (on and off pianos), amazing musicians who not only were true masters of their instruments, they were performers as well, and of course the singing. Let me tell you, the singing, was so much better than I had ever imagined! These performers are artists. I can see why Yanni said that he was proud every time they walked out on stage. It was quite a show.

Not only were the singers incredible, gorgeous and wonderful performers, they were truly sincere people. I can say that truthfully as I MET THEM AFTER THE SHOW!

(All but Yanni. I think he was worried about falling in love with me. I can't say that I blame him. After all, I don't know how the boys would do on the tour.)

However, I did get a hug from Ender and let me tell you...it was about as wonderful as you ladies would imagine.

I was going to let him know that if this whole "Yanni thing" didn't work out, I'm in need of a cabana boy. (I'd build a cabana for him, trust me.) But Jennifer wouldn't let me. Something about 'embarrassing her enough already', I'm not sure...

*No bloggers were injured (or paid) for this post. It is solely the opinion of the writer...and her opinion is the only one that matters anyway. ;)

Payback's a bitch, you know...

If you really want to get your husband back for some insensitive comment, I would suggest the following:

When his father asks what the 'juice' your husband is drinking is you let him know that it isn't really some sort of glucosamine drink for his rickety knees, but rather, it's an experimental medicine for ED.

Bet he won't call me 'whipped cream for brains' again.

A Moment for Maddie

Today there is no funny. Check back tomorrow.

Today, is purple. Purple is the color of Maddie. Our little bloggy baby who is being laid to rest today. All the supporters are turning purple to let others know about her.

I wish I could post something uplifting, inspirational, or even thought provoking. But I can't. For once, I am at a loss for words. Everything I have written feels empty. I have never 'been there' and am more than thankful for that.

I have questioned 'why' more times than I care to admit and am honestly scared to keep searching. I have always believed in a 'big picture' scenario and yet, I can't fathom it right now. In the midst of this horrible grief that surrounds my internet home. My twitterland. All has turned purple and sad. There is no hope, no peace, no condolences. For how does one console another who is experiencing a loss so great, so unfathomable and one of which we all fear to speak. We can only share our grief and send our love monetarily, in hopes that another family will be saved from this grief or help the Spohr's cope with this burden. I know I will wear my bracelet proudly.

I can only change my blog color and pass on some links to others who have found the words to express by either personally experiencing it or knowing the family. I encourage you to read over their words and say a prayer for Maddie's family, Heather and Mike Spohr. I know I will hold my boys a little tighter and cherish every moment a little more.

Thank you, Maddie. You have given me pause when I wanted to raise my voice to them and made me stop to realize that those two knuckle-heads are the most precious things in the world...even when they're ruining my house.

Because Mondays need more funny...-UPDATED

Bonus just walked by and overheard the news report that the Obama's named their new dog "Bo". He is completely offended.

"Bo is not a dog's name, momma. Dat's jus not right."

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Deuce has a bit of a stutter. Okay, it's really intense. He can't make a single sentence without repeating one of the words no less than five times. Ex: "Momma, I,I,I,I,I, want some miiiillllkkk." He is pretty sensitive about this and gets violently mad if anyone stutters back to him.

Last night, I was tucking Bonus in to bed when I heard Deuce start from his crib, "Momma, I,I,I,I,I,..." But before he could finish his sentence there was an echo, "MOMMA, I,I,I,I,I,..." It was the bird that my dad bought them for Christmas. It is a toy parrot that repeats every thing you say. I looked at Bonus and he busted out laughing. He had put the bird in Deuce's room just to annoy him. I couldn't even come to Deuce's rescue because I was laughing too hard to walk.

Deuce: "MOMMA! GET, GET,GET,GET, GET DAT BIRD OUTTA HERE!"

Bird: "MOMMA! GET, GET, GET, GET, GET DAT BIRD OUTTA HERE!"

Heehee

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According to my Lijit stats, someone found my blog by searching, "People keep talking at me" and "Boyz eat poosy".

Tell me THEY aren't disappointed.

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(UPDATE)

I totally forgot to tell you that I had to spend 4 hours trying to figure out what I wanted my mom's tomb stone to say. (I HAD to do this because my grandmother insisted that if I didn't they would. Sure, it's been 6 months since she died, but these things take time. -especially when you're a procrastinator.)

I called my grandmother and said, "Well, I finally decided what I wanted it to say. It took me 4 hours and it's now ordered. There's no going back now."

Mams: "Oh, honey. That's wonderful! What'd you pick? I honestly loved that bible verse..."

Me: "Nope. It's going to say, "Out for a smoke break." How's that sound?"

The Value of a Dollar

Alright, guys. This is something I have never asked…but desperate times and all…

I told you all about Maddie and how her family had been raising money for March of Dimes for the walk and then the little angel unexpectedly went to be with the Lord. I can honestly say that words cannot express the grief I have experienced for a child I never knew or the family I never met.

But I jumped on the Maddie bandwagon in hopes of easing some grief…for all of us. Well, the lovely internets stepped up and donated a ton of money in memory of this precious child with an infectious smile. And it was awesome.

Now the family is faced with the real-life world of not only coping with this loss, but burying their baby. I can personally attest to the cost of burying a loved one and if you haven’t, well, let’s just say it ain’t cheap.

So here’s the deal, I’m asking you lovely readers to donate a dollar. Seriously. That’s 1/5 of your Starbuck’s coffee…I know because I am a recovering addict. Heh.

But seriously. A buck. You could find that under the seat of your car. Just click the link, send a buck via the safe paypal site and then take a moment to realize how damn fortunate we are that we aren’t spending our Easter holiday in this manner…

 

 

Thank you.

~Amo

For Madeline Alice Spohr

I cannot imagine a grief deeper than that of loosing a child.

A mother is grieving tonight. A family is suffering.

They only had her for 17 short months.

This precious preemie was giggling only a few days ago and is now in the Lord's arms.



For Maddie.

For others.

For yourself.

Please give.

Communicable diseases are best when shared, right?!

As I predicted...we're infected.

And, as I predicted...Bonus DOES have MRSA.

Also as predicted...the rest of us have 'suspicious spots' that the doctor decided today were most likely MRSA as well. All of us, that is, except Deuce and the dog. If you ask me, one of them was the one who brought the plague upon this house. They are both now referred to as "Typhoid Tommy and Typhoid Molly". (Anybody ever see Twelve Monkeys?)

Next on the predictions...I'll inherit a million dollars from a long-lost aunt and be able to finally buy that much-coveted pink unicorn with a rainbow mane and jelly bean poop.

While I'm waiting, feel free to send money...or wine. I'm not picky.

But you might not want to come in. Just stand on the sidewalk and throw it in the general direction of the house.

You should be fine.