Unexplored Territory

Friday, August 10, 2007

I Heart Drake Bell

I am MUCH too tired this morning for a witty post, and I have to get ready here in the next five minutes so I can take the Door Man to his eye dr. appointment this morning.

But if Drake Bell comes up missing and later found living with a very nice family in Ohio, don't be alarmed.

Because I want to adopt him. He is just the cutest thing.

And I might even buy his CD.

Corbin was also a cutie ..... but he moved too much for me. Drake just stood in one area, and sweated up a storm, the poor boy. That grossed our girls out.

Good.

Less competition for me.

Labels: concerts

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Come on .... you all be jealous now

A rite of passage is occuring this evening.

My last concert was Alannis Morissette. LOVED it. Cinci. Still remember it like it was yesterday.

Tonight, my daughter's first concert.

Corbin Bleu from the High School Muscial series, and Drake Bell, from Drake and Josh on Nick. And then some unfortunate girl thrown in there ... I don't even know her. Of course, how WELL do I know the aforementioned boys?

Ohio State Fair. 97 degree stormy weather.

Good times, people. GOOD times.

For some reason, the scene from Twister keeps playing out in my mind where they are all at the drive-in theater and the tornado hits (I say this jokingly, but there is still a tornado warning for a town directly north of us right now, and really nasty weather coming in from Indy right now).

More tomorrow, people.

Labels: concerts, kids

I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.