Crash, Boom, Bang!

I get home tonight and Marty says, "I think there's something wrong with the computer." So I'm thinking what the heck did you do. I take off my shoes and taks a look at the screen. In big blaring white bold block letters it shouts. Hard disk failure is immenent. You've got to be kidding me. Besides the fact that i woke up an hour late this morning this has got to be a completely shitty day! So I try to back up my files and the computer won't even boot up windows. I had no choice but to format. (The Other known *F* word) So in a matter of 3 to 4 hours I am up and running again. Hp is sending me a new hard drive, but I'm stuck with this one until it gets here. ARGHH! Oh yeah and the collateral amount until they get my old drive back exceedes 500 bucks. I should have started the day naked I guess. Then it would have been easier for the world to screw me.

U2 & Us 3

Finally, Finally, Finally
We made it to Toronto for what was “The best show of our entire lives!” I must say that when I started to plan this pilgrimage to Toronto to see the boys that my biggest concern was that I was going to get all the way there and wouldn’t be able to see a thing. AND the fact that the tickets that I bought on Ebay would turn out to be fake! But neither happened. So My husband and I staked out the line on Thursday night and talked to people about the previous shows and asked them what time everyone seemed to be lining up. I checked on the line Friday morning around 8, and there were probably 50 people in line. So we figured that if we got there around 5 on Sat. Morning we should be able to secure a good place in line. Marty checked out the line late Friday night and there were about 20 people in line. He came back to the hotel and told me that we needed to line up right away. I was so tired from all of the touring that we had been doing and told him that I thought we should sleep until 3. So we lined up shortly after 3 (I had to take a quick shower) and ended up being 50 and 51 in line. We met a very cool brother and sister who were in line ahead of us. They had attended the previous shows from the stands and it was there first Floor experience for Toronto. So we were all extremely pumped. We played games most of the day and took turns getting food going to the bathroom and doing all that sort of stuff. Bono pulled up around 3:30, but didn’t stop. Stu had my camera and went to take a picture of him but of course with all the luck---the memory card was full and wouldn’t let him take the picture!!!! (He was so mad because he was right in front of him!!—so sorry Stu) Stu then left ot pick up his ticket and I left to shower (Finally) -It’s amazing how much you start to stink when you sleep on the concrete and stay in one place for 14 hours in the humid heat. They let us in a 6:30 and we got to the laptops. None of us got scanned into the ellipse. (Damn) That worked into our favor though because had we gotten in we would have been 3 rows deep in there and I would have had a hard time seeing! So we ran onto the floor even though security told us not to run. WE GOT ONE OF THE LAST SPOTS ON THE RAIL. That’s it! I met my goal; We were in the first row. Of course after waiting through the opening band and after 5 bottles of water the unthinkable happened. I had to go to the washroom. Security lifted me over (with help from Marty and Stu) and I left to go to the washroom. I headed back but was stopped by security who said that there was no way they were letting me back there. I was horrified and instantly crushed. I guess the guard who let me over got into some major crap for letting me out and was told that I couldn’t come back. Well with some quick talking on the guys’ part and that of security someone finally came and got me. With a huge gasp of relief I was lifted back over the rail. Anyways the show was absolutely amazing!! They debut discotheque for the first time on the tour..(which is one of my personal favorites.) God… can a girl get any luckier?!? Bono was
awesome…
the Edge was out of this world, Larry was stunning on the drums and Adam gave me a whole new respect for bass players!!!

To Peter and Dianna Thanks for the memories and hopefully I can find you guys online, I would love to get your addresses and trade some pictures. Also the brave girl from Tennessee...glad your dreams came true that night. I would love to see your pics as well.


I’m awfully tired and super spent. Peace out…and god bless the “boys who play Rock and Roll!”

Marty Casey or Marty Schultz

Is it just me or does my husband resemble Marty Casey? I must admit that since watching Rockstar INXS from the moment it aired that I thought so. Maybe it’s because I watched my husband play and sing in a band. (Our pre-marriage days of course) OR maybe it’s because I watch him play guitar and sing in our living room now. Anyways, I am going to believe that it’s because they look so similar. In fact it’s to the point where I could barely watch Marty (Casey) when he was in the bottom 3 (I had to Leave the room for fear that he was going to be eliminated) and I can barely stop myself from cheering him on in our living room. Whatever the case (haha) is, I will continue to cheer him on until he wins the competition.

Perfectly Fake

Last night my hubby and I were flipping through the channels. We stopped on a channel that was showing “virtual reality” porn. So of course we watched. After a few commercials we figured out that we were watching a documentary called “Perfectly Fake.” Essentially the first half was about this virtual reality porn and the devices that you can use on yourself when are engaging with the machine. That I understand or at least get. The second half of the documentary was about these men who collect and “use” Love Dolls. Now these are not your typical blow up dolls. These girls weigh about 100 lbs, have very life like features, attachments that you can put between their legs, have pose able joints and very life like skin. Again, I can understand the market for these as well. However I did have one problem with the attitude of some of these men. Some of these men say that they like these dolls better than real women for a number of reasons. One said that he could project his vision of beauty on her :ie dress her up to whatever his “ideal” was, and another stated that these dolls were better because they don’t die, there is no “sadness or anger” when being around them. I really believe that I am an open minded, sexually liberated woman but come on. This angers me. Half of these “beauty” images were child like. Young faces and child like clothes complete with pig tails. And believe me I have no problem with women in general playing dress up like this, but the faces just seemed so young to me. Come on…how many Jenny McCarthy look-alikes do we need to have? I see so many of these types of women on TV (big brother for example) and they all seem somewhat pretty to me) But It’s the girls that look a little different with the personality that I really find strikingly beautiful. I may sound naïve but you can’t tell me that men would prefer women to be “the perfect image” and have no warmth or personality to go with it. And if that is what they prefer, then they better look out, cause while there at home screwing the personality-less perfect images of beauty us women are going to start taking over while they’re not paying attention.

Official Countdown To Holidays

In less than A week I will be away from the mundane routine of getting up, drinking coffee, going to work, Drinking more coffee, then driving home, drinking more coffee, making supper, putting the kids to bed etc...Finally the rental car is booked and the maps have been put into file folders. Oh Yes! Hopefully I will be able to navigate my way around Toronto with these babies. Who am I kidding, My husband will be able to navigate us around Toronto with me reading my maps saying "i don't see this on the map? Show me where we are again."