a winter without sports

i believe it was after i watched the Vikings fall to the Niners that i decided i didn't like football anymore. i'm takin' a season off. my dad tried to tell me that i was making a mistake, and it would be a loooong winter without football...so i decided i'll watch the superbowl. that should be enough football for me.

now that the Wild have fallen to the Sharks twice, the thought of giving up hockey went through my mind, too. fortunately, hockey is in my blood, as i grew up in the arena watching my brothers, so i can't give up. i love the Wild and the awesome sport of hockey. go team! (now someone get me to a Sharks game when they're not playing the Wild so i can cheer)

BNL still rocks

i just love their shows. they're hilarious...they're smart...they're wicked talented...they're real. i think that's what i like the most - they've stayed true to themselves. they kinda seem like a bunch of dorks who got together one day to form a band, had an awesome time, sang a few songs and eventually made it huge (probably with the million dollars song).

and if i'm way off, i'm sorry, guys...but i love your stuff " this is why i love it. (suddenly, i'm talking to BNL on my blog)

anyway, it was an awesome, awesome, happy show! i smiled the whole freaking time. they just write fun music and make it a great time. lots of fan interaction...

you know you’ve got a good friend when…

...she asks the opener to sign your newly purchased cd AND a**.

let me paint the picture:
sandra " i cruised to the city right after work to grab a little dindin and get to the opener for BNL on time. you see, i'd heard from a couple friends that Mike Doughty was great " i should make effort to get there to hear him. after a couple songs and entertaining interludes, i decided i luved him. i sent jj a text to let him know i agreed with his recommendation " the dude was aweso. just needed me. (i do crack myself up) anyway, when Mr Doughty's guitar string broke, his piano player guy jumped in to let everyone know they'd be signing autographs after their set...and they'd sign any thing. so i jokingly turned to sandra " suggested having him sign my butt. i was mostly kidding...

we went back to check out the merchandise " ended up standing in line with my newly purchased cd...and after sandra had him sign that, she requested he sign my a**. he said, "sure i'll sign her a**." with encouragement from all fans around, i turned around, lifted my shirt " let him sign my lower back. (see? i ain't so bad.)

and i got a great story out of it. i was torn between having him sign my back or jeans...went with the back...

i just have to say it again…

without me, it's just aweso

i wanna put it in my email signature line, but if it went to the wrong person, i'd be in trouble...so i'll just repost it. and use it with friends whenever i can.

BNL

BNL tonite!
i'm currently trying to catch up on their new stuff...oy vey. good thing i know they're entertaining whether i know their music, or not. and, apparently, i went for the best seats i could get...i ain't sittin' as cheap this time.

big night out in the City!

love without expectation

love (n): 1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. 2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance. 3. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object. 4. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment. 5. An expression of one's affection.

my new life goal...motto...theme...whatever...is to love without expectation. like God does. He doesn't expect anything of us...He just loves us. i have lots of love to give...and when i put expectations on it, i get hurt.

i'm still working on what all this means, but this is a start...and a reason for the title change of this blog.

gift idea

without me it's just aweso