Friday, November 09, 2007

Blog About It

Do you know this guy?




No? Here, does this help...



Need another clue? Well,
we were all in the mood for a melodeeee and he had us feelin' alriiiight.

Last night TFH and I went to see Billy Joel at the Key Arena in Seattle.
*takes a deep breath*
Billy Joel has been one of my favorite entertainers since forever. He is an amazing musician - his fingers just fly on that keyboard. And you know, he writes EVERY SINGLE SONG HE PERFORMS?! AMAZING. He also surrounds himself with pure talent. Every person in his band is skilled beyond description. The show blew my freakining mind. Yes, I just said freakining.
We had fantastic seats, too. Thanks to this guy



Erm, the one behind the drums. Yeah, I know you can't see him, but trust me - he's there.
I've never blogged about my friend Chuck
before because, although I've known him for about 20 years, I didn't really feel like I had bragging rights. But last night I asked for permission, and was told "Hell yeah!"

Chuck has been a professional musician since as soon as he possibly could. He is a drummer. A PHENOMENOL drummer. Good enough to be hired for the Billy Joel/Twyla Tharp Broadway production of "Movin' Out." So good, that Billy Joel hired him as his new drummer. I've seen him in action, really good. For 2 1/2 hours last night, he pounded that drum kit into a bloody pulp. I've seen the show before - I was on a layover in London once when they were playing at Wembley, and Chuck got me a comp ticket. But there is something about being in (or near) your home town, sitting among people you love, and watching someone who you love like your own family finally have the job of his dreams. He has worked long and hard to get here, and he sooooooo deserves it. You just couldn't meet a nicer guy. Chuck is married to my friend Amy, big sister of Elaine who has been my best friend since High School. These are the people I hang out with when I stay overnight in New York. All of them, such talented folks.

OK, back to the concert: there were a LOT of gray heads out in the audience last night, but there were a lot of kids too. I saw one boy, maybe 10 years old, with his Billy Joel album tucked under his arm as we were leaving the arena, and I though "Oh, he wanted Billy Joel to sign that..." There were thousands of us, many of us singing right along with Billy. If you must know, I was one of those middle aged, gray haired people, singing right along with Billy.
Sorry, but if your gonna put me in a room with "Big Shot," and "Only the Good Die Young," and "Angry Young Man," and --- you get the idea, right?
My eardrums and vocal chords may never be the same

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me - Part II: Insignificant Other
I'm not really sure how to go about writing this, because it is not intended to hurt my husband's feelings, though he knows that he did indeed hurt mine. And he also knows I intended to blog about it. And he has tried to make up for his mistake. But still, it's hard to recount the events of my birthday without possibly making him feel bad all over again, and that really is not the intent of this post. As I mentioned in my last post, my birthday was October 28th. My blog and I share a birth month! - along with many of you out there in blog-land. Now, I am not a terribly high maintenance spouse when it comes to birthdays, but some small token is always appreciated. Do you want to know what I got from TFH on my birthday? "Happy birthday." Those two words, spoken as he walked groggily past me on the way to the kitchen for coffee. As tokens go, that's pretty small. But we had plans with my folks for later that day, so I figured maybe I'd get a card from him when we were all gathered at their house. We spent the afternoon at Northwest Trek Wildlife Park, before heading back to my parents' house for dinner. At one point, as TFH and I were walking arm in arm, I turned and gave him a little peck on the lips. He wrapped his arms around me and I gave him a good hard look... "So, um, what do you want for your birthday?" he asked "Did you even get me a card?" I asked The look on his face said it all. People, he did not forget my birthday - he simply neglected to do a single thing to acknowledge it. Which left me feeling, well, pretty insignificant. I kept it together all through the evening. I even casually, and almost good naturedly, ratted him out to my folks - in front of him - after we'd eaten. The drive home is a long one: over an hour from their driveway to ours. It was also a very quiet one. Still, I didn't cry. I almost felt like I didn't want him to know how hurt I was, like it would seem weak or petty to cry about it. We got home late and Ben had school the next day - I got myself ready for bed and TFH took care of Ben's bedtime routines: the putting on of jammies, the brushing of teeth, the reading of stories. I lay in bed, and oh, here came the tears. Never, in a million years did I imagine that I'd be married to a man who would blow me off on my birthday. TFH must have heard me sniffling from the next room. He crawled in bed behind me and said "I'm really sorry, honey." And I knew he really meant it, though I still don't know the reason for his (lack of) actions. "It hurt my feelings, you know." I sniffed. "I know. I'm going to try to make it up to you. With some presents?" he offered I turned to face him "OK." (Yes you will.) I said. The next part of this story sort of turns everything on its ear. We keep one of our bedroom windows open, because I NEED fresh air when I sleep. There's a constant drone of traffic noise from the highway that runs near our house, and the occasional squeal of tires peeling out from the tavern down the street. We are used to these noises. To be honest, I don't hear them anymore, but my ears perked up that night when I heard a man's angry voice yelling, followed by a woman's shrill screams. TFH's head lifted slightly off the pillow. "Did you hear..." "Uh-huh, a man yelling and then a woman..." "Yeah, a girl or a woman..." "Screaming." We both sat up. "Should I go out there?" He asked "Or dial 911... domestic disturbance?" I said. TFH got out of bed, and I lay there. Suddenly I felt very petty. My husband may have blown off my birthday, but at least he wasn't beating me up. TFH came back in and said that 911 had already gotten a report of a domestic disturbance down the street from us, we figured that must be what we heard. It took me a long time to get to sleep after that. I thought about what we'd heard. I thought about that woman. I really hoped it wasn't her birthday. Ithought about how proud I was of my husband for wanting to take action, and for calling 911. I told him this. The next day TFH did indeed present me with a gift. He didn't have a lot of time to think about it, but it's the thought that counts. I, however, have had plenty of time to mull over the events of that day. Am I insignificant in my husband's eyes? No, not really. There are much worse ways to be treated. I can count among my MANY blessings that TFH is not the type of man that likes to explore those kinds of possibilities.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me(me)

Happy Birthday to Me(me) Part I This Post is Late
Over one week late, actually. You see Sunday, October 28th, was my 44th birthday and I had intended to finally post my "Factoids to the Power of Four" meme that Alpha DogMa tagged me with weeks ago because 44, power of 4... But as it turned out, on my ACTUAL birthday I was not interested in blogging AT ALL. And the reason is a whole blog post by itself (oooooo, foreshadowing.) So without further ado, or to do: TFM's Factoids to the Power of Four Four jobs I've had: 1. Resident Advisor in a dormitory at WWU 2.Park Leader / Day camp Leader (summer job last three years of college) 3.Curatorial Assistant at the Washington State Historical Society Museum (when it was still down by Stadium High School) - this was a temporary job that morphed into a gift shop cashier / manager job. But as I was the only one there, I was just managing myself. Fun. 4.Substitute teacher (a thankless job that sent me on the path to my current job, feeding the hungry, traveling masses) Four movies I could watch over and over: Well, I can think of two right off the bat - 1. When Harry Met Sally 2. The Wedding Singer and since I've seen it more times than I know, and I still like it I have to add 3. Monsters Inc. One more, urgh, this is hard, um... 4.OH! Elf. Still funny, every time. ("Syrup in coffee! Why didn't I think of that?!") Four TV shows I like - reality version: I'm not a big fan of reality television, though for one season I was shamelessly enthralled by 1. The Surreal Life - the one with Tammy Faye & Ron Jeremy. Now THERE'S a pair. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from it, I think I even taped it a couple of times, and made TFH watch it too. 2. Last season, for the first time, TFH and I watched American Idol. But mostly I just like the beginning of the season when they're out auditioning around the country. We watch A LOT of Discovery Channel - the only station I feel comfortable exposing Ben to in the evenings. My absolute favorite show is: 3. Cash Cab. I'm not sure if this really qualifies as "reality" - except that it is not scripted, and the contestants don't know they are on a game show until they get in the cab. But I have memorized the cab's number. And I'll be watching for YOU when I'm in NY, Benjamin Bailey. 4. a tie between Dirty Jobs and Myth Busters Four TV shows that I like - non-reality version 1. the best show of all time: F*R*I*E*N*D*S. Those writers should win an award! What? They did? HOW many times? I rest my case. See above re: evening TV habits. I don't watch much prime-time TV these days. But I have seen and liked very much: 2. Scrubs 3. The New Adventures of Old Christine 4. I saw the season premier of "Shark," with James Woods, and loved it, but I have yet to see another episode. Someone tell me if it's still good, please - maybe I'll start taping it. Four places I've gone on vacation: We moved up to Washington state from California when I was 5, so for most of my childhood vacations were spent visiting family in 1. California We also went camping a lot. My favorite trip was deep into the woods of 2. Montana 3. Arizona (to visit a friend after college, when I was miserably employed as a substitute teacher) 4. Hawaii. We've been to Oahu and Maui. I told TFH that I want to go there every year. The last time I was there was on a layover in 2005. *sigh* Four favorite foods: Many of these are things I try not to eat anymore. (I've lost six pounds and am still working on it. My goal weight is 34 pounds away...) 1. home-baked cake with vanilla ice cream 2. mashed potatoes with gravy 3. chicken enchiladas ( A recipe I must share with Swistle, because it is creamy and chickeny and VERY yummy.) 4. My friend Monica Landry's raw brownies. These are the one sweet treat I am letting myself enjoy right now, and they're doing a good job of keeping me out of Ben's Halloween stash. If I get her permission I will share the recipe with you all. Four web sites I visit daily: Lately I have not been on the computer daily. I find I am losing too much of my day under the spell cast by the Internet and so am limiting my time spent here, but when I do turn it on I fairly regularly visit: 1. Comcast's Home page - unavoidable 2. My blog 3. The Hunger Site 4. There is no other site that I visit daily Four places I would rather be: 1. Hawaii 2. Disney World, because I have never been there. 3. A resort/spa like The Clearwater, or maybe the Lake Quinault Lodge 4. on a masseuse's table Four bloggers I tag: Well, I've waited long enough to do this that these folks may have already been tagged, but I'll take my chances with: 1. Sara (fodder for NaBloPoMo!) 2. Misty 3. Kathryn 4. YOU!

Sunday, November 04, 2007