Plead for Patience

I am embarrassed that I left you guys hanging here since my last posting.

Long story short, I got my passport.

Long story long, I’m getting to it. I promise. And I hope it will be soon. Life tends to get crazy sometimes over here.

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Most Favoritest Televised Musical Performance Ever

Can’t Hardly Wait by mmr421

Catch Up

This is gonna be quick. If I don’t post right this minute, I don’t know when I’ll ever get the time so here goes.

This has been a wild and crazy summer so far. Back to back things going on and not a lot of time to breathe in between.  But here’s the best part. Forgive me if you already know all this because I’ve been shouting it from the rooftops posting bits and pieces of my good fortune all over the internet the past month or so.

At the end of the month I’m going to be able to cross three items off my Bucket List.  One item in particular was a complete and utter fantasy because I didn’t think it was possible, that being SEEING THE REPLACEMENTS.  Since they sort of split up (parted ways and have not performed together since) in 1991, fans of the band only dared to dream that they would ever reunite.  As fate would have it, they are doing the Riot Fest tour this summer in Denver, Chicago and Toronto.

Long story short (my bedtime, I HATE Sunday nights) I’m going on a road trip with my daughter to Toronto to see The Replacements perform ALIVE AND IN PERSON.  And those three things are all on my Bucket List.

Now, if my passport only arrives in time, I’ll be all set.  Another story for another time.

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Otherwise, email me and let me know, ’cause I gotta find out what’s going on here.  Just in case I write another post someday and you want to respond…

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Finally Happened

I’ve been following a band called Runaway Dorothy online for a couple of years. If you are my friend on Facebook, you’ve surely seen me post about them. The thing is/was, one of the band members, Dave Parnell had a blog at one time and I read it faithfully. I tried to be as supportive as I could when the band was struggling.  Dave is very personable and often answered my comments. I grew to have a great deal of respect for him as well as a very healthy appreciation for the band’s music. Click here for an example of why I fell in love with the music. And here for an album review of The Arc, their first cd.

Recently I was thrilled to find that the band was on tour and was looking for a venue somewhere between Brooklyn, NY and Youngstown, OH. They were interested in Philadelphia and Pittsburgh.  Of course I was crossing my fingers for Pittsburgh.  And it happened.  They booked a show for this past Friday night at the Hard Rock Cafe in Pittsburgh.  I grabbed the first friend who showed an interest in going and we were gonna do it.

I should probly mention, and I hope if Dave reads this, he’s not embarrassed, but I have a healthy, um, crush on his disheveled  boyish charm.  He’s ridiculously talented, both as a performer and a songwriter. His lyrics have depth and meaning and you can tell right off that he’s got heart. If you know me at all, you know I’m big on heart.  If you don’t have heart, I don’t bother much with you at all… He’s also got determination and spirit.  I’m pretty darn sure you could say this about each and every member of the band but I’m guilty of paying a little more attention to Dave.  I’d adopt him. Heck, I’d adopt the whole darn band.

So, before this turns into War and Peace, I’ll tell you… My friend Brooke and I went to the cafe. She’s shy, I’m not. (DUH) There were to be 3 bands performing.  Before RD got there, I’d already talked to the lead guy, Mike from Band #3. Yeah, he had heart. I wish I could remember the name of the band :/ The first band up was called Blue Light Bandits.  They’re from Boston and I liked them a lot.  They had a kind of Jack Johnson sound to them.  And they thought I was in my forties so, yeah… Brownie Points.

Brooke and I were sitting at our table and I happened to look up and saw a messy mop of brown hair atop a plaid shirt (Dave Parnell’s signature style)  walking past. I said, “Dave.” He ambled a couple of more steps.  I repeated his name, a little louder the second time.  He turned and our eyes met. My heart soared. That face… A smile slowly spread across it (his face) and he made his way to our table. He has the most beautiful teeth I’ve ever seen on a guy. I was out of my chair in a second and stopped a foot in front of him. I said, “It’s me, Linda.” I don’t know even now if I had to tell him or not and I’m not sure if I held out my hand or just dove in straight for the hug, but we broke into an easy conversation. He had been heading toward the facilities (after 6 hours in a 15-passenger van) and asked that we wait a minute and said that he wanted to take us back to meet the rest of the band, was that ok?  WAS THAT OK?  Silly Dave.

Soon he came back and motioned us to follow him to a private dining area around behind the bar. On the way I asked if we were going to the Green Room. Haha Linda, you are so funnee.

We walked in to find Brett (Dave’s brother,) Sammy and Evan, as well as their manager Nick and 2 or 3 fan/friends from Pittsburgh. Amazingly polite and perfect gentlemen, they made us feel completely comfortable immediately. Two of them mentioned recognizing me from my comments on their fan page. Their manager, Nick was immediately at my elbow, asking what I had and what I needed.  At first I wasn’t sure what he meant but then I realized he meant band souvenirs, etc. I told him I had the shirt, the buttons, stickers, cd, etc. He asked me to leave my address and that he’d get some more stuff off to me. How cool was that?  So we talked awhile and the first band was up to play so we excused ourselves and went back to our table.

Their performance was even better than I expected.  And later I found out that Dave had been on cold meds for a week. Sheesh.

Third song in, (With You) I was pleasantly surprised to hear Dave say, “This next song I want to dedicate to a friend of a couple years who I’m meeting for the first time tonight,” and he looked up at me. (omg) “This is for Linda, something something…” I couldn’t make out and forgot to ask him what it was. Was awesome anyway.

There was more to the night but I don’t want your eyes to cross.  Among those things:

  • I was appointed House Mother to the band.  Which sounds a whole lot more respectable than Honorary Oldest Groupie, don’t you think?
  • I’ve offered to provide lodging for them next time they’re in the ‘Burgh and they accepted on the condition that PD make them a Spinach Quiche for their breakfast.
  • The crush I have on Dave has spread to the entire group.
  • If you don’t own any Runaway Dorothy music, your library is lacking.  Their new cd coming out, The Wait promises to be something you’ll want to own.  I will.  Here’s a sneak peek at a song from the album called Hurry.
  • You can go on FB and Like the band and get to know them a whole lot better and you’ll be lucky like me :)

So, that was my Friday night.  Was a great time and I can’t wait for it to happen again.  Thanks Runaway Dorothy!  Love you guys :)

Got the Guilts…

I’ve neglected my poor blog for so long.  A good friend mailed me today and asked me the pros and cons of WordPress as he would like to try using it as a Database  for log in/password functions. At least I think that’s what he wants… I told him I’d not been on here for so long that I wasn’t familiar with the changes and improvements that WP has made since I last was on here.  So now I come here and I see that it’s not really that different. AND that I really miss blogging.

So much has happened in the past year since my mom passed away… (Will be one year on the 30th of this month.)  I’ve been one continual bundle of emotions and have gotten kind of glopped up inside my head; a couple of factors, neither of which are terribly conducive to good writing.  Although I realize now that if I had been chronicling those things all along, my head would be a lot less gloppy and that can never be a bad thing.

So I’m going to attempt to give my friend some advice about using WordPress.  Wish us both luck.  And before I forget, hi! How are y’all?

It’s Not How it Looks…

Just logged in here and was surprised to see that my winter settings from last year have kicked in. I don’t think I was using this header photo last year. Otherwise I would have noticed that it looks like I’m having a dandruff problem.

Hi

It’s been so long since I posted and WordPress has changed things so much that I’m not sure I know what I’m doing here. I started a post with the intention of publishing it later but can’t even find that option on my dashboard.  So I guess you could say this is a test post.

Sheesh. My bad.

Two Weeks And One Day

It just this minute occurred to me that the two week mark was when it hit me that my dad was really gone. It was the day I started missing him. Really missing him, like I couldn’t bear it any longer, I had to see him.

Now here it is, two weeks and a day since my mom passed away. ( I hate those two words but I can’t deal with the D word just yet.) And today was one of the roughest days I’ve had.  I had 3 crying jags at work before first break so I knew it was going to be a hard day.  I should have just gone home.  By lunch time, though, I had it pulled together and was doing ok.  For about twenty minutes and then it all went downhill from there.

It must have been obvious to co-workers that I was kind of miserable.  Every other person took it upon themselves to try and cheer me up.  Let me tell you something, if you ever find yourself on the other end of this conversation, with me anyway, save yourself the trouble.  I’m broken inside, can’t you see I don’t feel like laughing right now? I appreciate that their intentions were good, just wasn’t feeling it.

One thing has become very clear to me.  A simple “How you doin’?”  “I’m here if you need me,”  Or a smile and a pat on the shoulder is so much more comforting. Some of my most peaceful moments have come after reading a note that simply said “Thinking of you today.”

Anyway, back to my day.  I came home to a quiet house, which can be a blessing or a curse and I can’t even tell you which, depends on so many things.  My phone started jangling and I just couldn’t listen to it anymore.  My phone has been in my pocket or in my hand constantly for about the last month.  I just, at that moment, didn’t want to deal with it.  I set it on the ta tossed it on ok, I HURLED it across the table and it slid and landed with a rather large clunk on the floor. The on-off switch must have jammed because now it’s really hard to turn on and off.  So I learned a lesson about anger.  Anyway, the phone stayed off.

Then, a little after dinner the real phone rang.  In case it was important, I walked over to read the caller ID and it was an unknown number.  As I turned my back to it and was walking away, it dawned on me that my mom will never be on the other end of that damnable phone again and I started to cry.  I marched up the stairs, turned on the hot water in the bathtub and had a nice long cry/bath.

I feel a little better now.

Life and Aging

So I’ve become preoccupied with the whole concept of aging.  But mostly how unfair it is.  It occurs to me that in this instance, Life and Aging can be used interchangeably.

I keep thinking of my parents when they were young.  How they fell in love, how their lives unfolded and how innocent they started out.  There was no way they could have known that they would have six children or the allowances and sacrifices they would be required to make.  Both of them came from very poor families and decided that their kids would not do without as they did.  That, in itself is a rather daunting undertaking.

I think when we look at our parents, we forget that they were much like we are at one time. Most likely they had a lot of the same feelings and desires and fears.  When I look at myself and wonder how I got this old, I realize now that they must have done the same thing.  It seems so unfair to me that Life has robbed them, not only of their youth and innocence but their vitality and abilities to take care of themselves, and then, finally, their lives themselves. It seems so senseless.  I try to concentrate on the good memories, the happy times and the fact that the world is a better place for them having been here.  But when I think of how short a time we’re given on this Earth to accomplish something, it seems kind of cruel to me.

I think I’m about to embark on the angry stage of Grief.