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Michael Buble'

Ryan thinks he's funny and he really is pretty funny

On the whole, B is opposed to male singers but he makes exception for Chris Martin & Michael Buble' and for this I am grateful.  My friend Amy calls Michael Buble' HER Chris Martin so I can understand how much she really likes him.  We had a great night out with our friends Amy & Dave Park, Michelle & Ryan Relyea and Connie Duffin (her husband was in Europe with his 18 year old daughter so could not make it).  Connie totally scored being the only single because when we bought tickets, the website only let you buy 6 at a time and then go back and buy one more.  She was row 11 and we were all row 45 but he came back to a stage set up 4 rows from us so we ended up getting a better view of him.  My favorite part of the whole thing was in his last song he put down the mic and took out his ear things and belted out acoustic to the whole E-Center the last part of the song.  It was so quiet in there you could drop a pin and he sounded amazing!  It made horrid traffic & a slushy gross cold snowy day beautiful.  I love a GREAT concert!

Sometimes people watching is as fun.  We sat behind the tallest woman I have ever seen in person.  She should be in a circus because she had at least 6 inches on B.  Poor Dave sat behind her and said he got seasick trying to see past her because she swayed to the music the whole time and that he's never coveted a woman's height before last night. I have but I didn't! I snapped this with my phone just to prove she exists.

I Wonder How Pigeons Taste and other Profound Thoughts

I have bird issues...specifically pigeons.  I find myself daydreaming about taking aim and watching them fall off my roof as I revel in a self satisfied grin. I've even inquired about the best kind of gun to use and asked B to get me one for Mother's Day.   I am a bit disturbed by my thoughts because usually I feel really sad about the death of living things (With the exception of Roxie if she ever kicks off but really I can't even bring myself to take her to the vet to have her put down). BUT not only do I not feel sad, I really want to kill them.  Two in particular I think.  I wrote last fall about acquiring "Hooter", who is happily mounted on my chimney and only kept these disgusting flying rats from resting in my chimney for about a month.  Then one figured out he was fake, came back and sits right there next to Hooter tormenting me down the chimney into the fireplace by cooing "hahahahhahaha you thought you could fool me. I know that owl can't eat me so I'm going to sit up here and poop as much as I want all over your roof and I think I'll invite a friend to come over for some company and more poop".  I tend to analyze things and try to be introspective about my thoughts and circumstances in my life.  I think "Why do I feel this way? What should I learn from this?" Lelu has draw attention to the fact that I tend to do this out loud a lot and I also sort of narrate my life.... I have some theories about that too......

 Sorry, I'm getting off the subject.  I've been observing my neighbor's roofs and all around Draper and have discovered we are OVERRUN by these nasty things.  Just look at the underpasses of the freeway.  It's a freaking society of them.   All of a sudden I had this epiphany:  We can consider pigeons as part of our food storage and preparedness.  We should all get ourselves a nice little gun, take some target practice (maybe on our own roof) and then we have a great source of protein readily available in a crisis.  But how do they taste?  I imagine with enough spices, probably like chicken.  I'm not evil - I am receiving revelation!

Shopping & Star Stalking in LA; Boy's Night At My House

This is Katie, one of the American Idol top 9.  She and her Dad were really nice but after they gave us the scoop on on the judges (Ellen is a deer caught in the headlights and is about as qualified as you or I to judge, Kara is full of herself and Simon is by far the nicest and most helpful and genuine to all the contestants) and we snapped a bunch of photos - I jokingly said we were really tabloid reporters and the poor Dad looked truly freaked out.  I kept saying just kidding but they stopped being friendly and left.  I feel kind of bad.

  A few days after our half marathon I went to CA with 2 good friends to help them shop for their boutique.  The actual shopping part is a definite acquired taste.  We go to downtown LA fashion district, walk and walk around looking at racks and racks of clothes in little tiny old shops and try to negotiate a good price for stuff from a variety of foreigners.  It's dirty, hot and a little bit scary and not like mall shopping. Usually it's a very quick trip in and out, but this time they decided to make it a little less rushed and stay 4 days.  At night, we would go out to dinner or up to a movie in Beverly Hills where Kelly & I would star search.  Amy doesn't pay attention to who anybody is, but Kelly and I look at every face.  It's become kind of a game. This year we saw 3 "has beens", 1 "will be" and 1"star".  Believe me I understand how lame and shallow it is - but I rather enjoy it anyway.  

While I was gone, B told me he was having a bunch of his jiu jitsu buddies come over to watch the Ultimate Fighting match on TV - I laughed and said "haha you're funny".  In 21 years, he has teased me to the point of 'crying wolf' and I tend not to believe anything remotely shocking or out of character in any way.  But he was serious and sure enough when I got home late Saturday night he and 4 guys that looked to be in their 20's had a guys night complete with "wings" (never eaten wings in my life!) and were even talking about having a match in the backyard. (And he even cleaned the house before they came over) What?? I know you are all as shocked as I was - but he really loves this fighting/testosterone/wrestling/bloody/bruised new sport.  I guess if he can support my shopping that goes against his very nature - I can accept this base ridiculous immature manly pursuit. Isn't that what marriage is all about?