Archive | August, 2012

August

23 Aug

The Olympics are over, and I’m still sad.  Summer tv sucks.  The Olympics should have inspired me to exercise and look forward to getting back into running.  Instead, they inspired me to want to move to London, become royalty, and date someone from One Direction.

We may be naming the baby Pandelela, after Malaysian diver, Pandelela Rinong.  We thought she was so cute, and, really, what’s a better name than Panda?

 

Speaking of Panda, here are some pictures of her finished nursery.  I made the sign myself, after seeing it on Pinterest and finding it for sale on Etsy for $125.  It’s a piece of wood and some paint, and I can barely draw a straight line, so I was pretty proud of my mad crafty skillz.

We got a new camera.  Baxter doesn’t feel the fish-eye feature is flattering enough.

 

We’re ready for the baby!  Just need to evacuate the sock monkey and we’re good to go!

Summer will “officially” be over next weekend, and I’m ready for the Fall.  Bring on the pumpkin beer, football, and chili!

Hopefully my next post will include some baby pictures.  If it doesn’t, there’s bound to be a lot of complaining in there.  You’ve been forewarned.

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That Was a Crazy Hot Sweaty Game of Poker

5 Aug

Friday night was the OAR concert at Bank of America Pavilion in Boston.  I’ve been looking forward to it all summer.  You might remember that I went last year and had a blast.  This year, I willed little Wylson to stay put until at least after the concert, J & I drove up to Boston after work, and I proceeded to sweat my way through a sober concert.  The ticket taker actually warned me not to have the baby during the concert.    I really am ginormous.

Anyway, as I mentioned, BoA is a great place to see a summer concert, and we had awesome seats.  I also had an aisle seat, which was great.  We had a strange crowd in front of us, including a skinny Asian dude in a suit coat and not a drop of sweat on him, and a guy with glasses who was there alone, dancing his head off, and kept asking me to save his seat, even though it wasn’t even really his seat.

It was hot.  Really, grossly, hot.  I was pouring sweat, and sat down more than I would have liked to, but it was necessary.  The venue was cooler towards the back, and the bathrooms were air conditioned, so that was a plus!

The show was great.  The horn section was awesome, and the set list was really good.  They played some stuff I didn’t know, which made me feel like a bad fan.  They only played a few new songs, which made J happy.

Which brings me to the highlight of the night.  J & I went to the restrooms during “Heaven,” mainly because I knew they’d be ending soon and I didn’t want to miss the encore.  As we were walking back to our seats we could hear the lead singer (Marc) saying they weren’t going to do an official encore since there was a curfew, they were just going to play straight through till 11.  We had to show our tickets twice to get back to our seats, and the second ticket lady said “you’d better hurry up!”  I couldn’t figure out why, but when I looked up, I saw Marc walking up the aisle towards me.  I almost went into labor right then & there.

He wasn’t coming towards me to profess his love, though, he & Richard On were coming to play a song on the mini stage four rows behind our seats.  And people were rushing up the aisles to see them, and we just stopped and we were right there.  Right there, as in, ten feet away, with just a security dude between us.  Look at this picture!

I also got some great video.  They played “I Feel Home” and I was careful not to sing along so no one would be able to hear me on the video.  You’re welcome.

Then some girl pushed in front of me and started waving her ticket and screaming at Marc.  Her friend tried to push her way around me, and said “oh, I’m with her.”  So I pulled the “I don’t want to be knocked down” card, while looking pointedly at my belly, and she backed off.  Ha!  This video has the girl with the ticket in my way, but she did get Marc to wave at her, and I’m going to pretend he was waving at me instead.  (oh, and I hope you can’t hear me say “shut up” as she was screaming “Poker!”  Rookie fans).

After the song, we headed back to our seats for the end of the show, which was awesome.  Curfew was 11, they played until 10:59:30.  Perfect timing.  The walk to the car on swollen ankles was fun, the ride home uneventful, and I needed a shower before I could think about getting into bed.  Baby’s first concert was a big success.