And there's only 2 more days until the Utes PAC 12 Season begins.
Which means . . . Cowboy Corndogs!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
So, some of the out-of-towners who read this blog have been bugging me because of my shocking lack of posts regarding Lucy.
There is a very good reason for this:
Mike and I have talked about not putting anything about her on the blog for fear that someone will kidnap her (mock if you will, but she's so darn beautiful and so amazingly gifted that of course she will get kidnapped).
And frankly, we just couldn't afford to pay the ransom.
And honestly, who wouldn't want to kidnap this face: Oh, gross. I just became one of those mothers.
But, for those dying to know, Lucy recently turned 4 months old and weighs 12lbs 14oz and is 24 inches long. Which puts her in the 36% for her weight and 73% for her height. (How I have a long and skinny baby, I'll never know.) And I can just say that it is way too hot outside right now.
Monday, August 22, 2011
So, this morning I dropped Mike off at the University (as it is the first day of school, so parking would have been a nightmare for him), and proceeded to drive back down the hill to my office. When you turn right out of the bookstore parking lot, the road has a lane on each side and train tracks that run up the middle, and concrete barriers that protect the train tracks.
As I preceded down the hill, I noticed a car coming straight at me coming up the wrong side of the road. And as there was no place for me to go to avoid a collasion, I just stopped. The idiot driving come within about 5 feet of me before she realized I wasn't moving (and a line of cars had formed behind me).
And then she just stared at me.
Uh, excuse me, but you're the one who is going the wrong way.
It took her a good 5 minutes to realize she was on the wrong side of the road and to back down the hill.
I'm going to chalk this experience up to first day of school nerves for this woman.
Monday, August 15, 2011
There are few things in life that I'm willing to pay big bucks for:
A house, a Bowl Game, the occasional pair of shoes . . .
And Josh Groban tickets.
Mike knows that when Josh comes to town, I'll be shelling out as much money as necessary to get me as close to that man as possible.
And it worked: Yes, that's me 10 feet from Josh Groban. So close we could hear him sing without the microphone.
How? I hear you ask.
Let's just say that I have zero shame when it comes to Josh.
Okay, here's the (edited for content and because my mother-in-law reads this blog and I'd hate for her to think poorly of me) story:
When Josh's tour was announced and tickets for Salt Lake went on sale, my "Copa Girls" and I all decided to get tickets (and Sarah too!). So, we all got floor seats. (Sarah and I were on a different row from the other girls, because we purchased our tickets separately.) Besides the main stage, in the middle of the floor, there was a stage set up with guitars and a piano, etc., and the other girls seats happened to be on the last row right before that "mini" stage. Before the show started, we were chatting by the "Copa Girls" seats, and I noticed a security guy standing there. So, I decided to talk to him. Just to see how he was of course, no other motive even crossed my mind.His name was Dave and he told us that he had been doing security for 27 years and that Cher put on the best show and that he once had to give Ozzy Osbourne oxygen. He also said that Josh was really nice (of course he is!).
So, being so cordial, Dave also told us to stand right where we were.
That we shouldn't move.
So, we didn't.
Which is why we were in prime position when Josh made his appearance. Front row, baby! We were so close, that at one point Josh acknowledged the six of us jumping up and down like maniacs! He "hearted" us! But he did it so fast that none of us could snap a picture. But we "hearted" him back. My knees were shaking, I was so excited!
Notice that Josh is laughing in this picture: It's because he just heard me yell something inappropriate at him. Then when Josh made his way to the main stage, he passed right by us and Sarah touched his bicep and I squeezed his hand! (This is the 2nd time I've touched Josh. The first was back when he came in 2008 on his "Awake" tour. You can actually see me touch him on the DVD of the concert.) He then commented on how Salt Lake is "grabby."
This is Josh and Tariqh Akoni, his lead guitarist and music director of The GroBand (whom Beth has a major crush on).Yes, I'm still hoarse 2 days later, but it's totally worth it.