DMB

Day 13: Post a picture of you favorite artist or band. 


This was an easy one. My favorite band of all time is...

Here are some fun facts about me and DMB:

• They were my very first concert at the ripe age of 14. I was accompanied by my friend Jenny and my aunt and uncle, who were the coolest relatives around for bringing us. The concert was at Hershey Park, so of course we visited Chocolate World and got our sugar high on beforehand. 
• I've been to 7 DMB concerts, and hope to get a few more under my belt. 
• My most favorite song is Crash, though I've only ever seen it performed live one time, at the first concert. 
• I own every album. My favorite by far is Under the Table and Dreaming. 
• I know really random facts about Dave and usually drive hubs insane when I quote them. 
• I love the "Dave Dance." Anyone who has seen him live, knows what I'm talking about. But for those of you that don't, take a peek:

Don't you just want to go to a concert now? 

What Song Was Number One?

For some reason, I was wondering tonight "What song was number one when I was born?"


Because of the wonderful world of the Interwebs, I would find this out. 


http://www.digitaldreamdoor.com/pages/best_billbord4.html

Look yours up. You could be surprised.


Mine? Billy Jean - Michael Jackson. Nice. 


My sister used to sing it, inserting "Heather Jean" instead. Original. 


Funny thing...Nile's was SO CLOSE to being "Walk Like an Egyptian." Oh, the irony. 


Also, reminder...my birfday is less than a month away.

MARCH 22!!

In case you forgot. The big 2-8. Ugh. One foot in the grave. 

New Design

I was a sick kid today. Nothing like waking up all achy and feverish. So what did I do when I wasn't in bed? Decided to play around with my blog design. I think I FINALLY have something I like. What do you think?


Also, I'm now on Twitter! Had to stay hip, you know? Follow me! Tweet!


Now, I'm going to promptly go back to my place on the couch for some movie-watching with hubs. 

Sushi, How I Love Thee

Day 11: Post a photo of something you love.


Ok, this is hard. I love a lot of things. I love my family, friends, puppies, husband, sunny days, diet coke, my iPod. So, I'm going another route with this.


What I really, really love is:

SUSHI!


I really love it. Hubs actually introduced me to sushi the year we graduated and moved to NJ (because sushi is not plentiful in Central PA.) I resisted. Squirmed. Stomped my feet. But then it was love at first bite. Literally. 


My first roll was spicy crab salad and eventually I moved on to the raw stuff. Salmon, tuna, eel. And once I got started, it was hard to stop me. I could have eaten it every night. 


Now that we're in Maryland, the crab-related rolls are fantastic. I currently have a fave place, but since we're moving at the end of April, looks like I must find somewhere new. Sigh.

Slithery, Slimy Snakes

Day 10 - Post a photo of something you hate. 


Now, hate's a strong word. I try not to use it very often. But if there's one thing I hate, it's...

SNAKES!

Ok, so I really hate them, but I'm also TERRIFIED of them. I know, I know...they didn't do anything to me...they're just trying to live their slithery lives. But I don't care. I really hates them. 

First, they're sneaky. You can never see them coming. You can be walking in a field, and all of the sudden, UH OH, there's a snake in your path. Gross. 

Second, they slither, which adds to their sneakiness. Just thinking of snakes slithering makes me shudder with disgust. 

Third, the have fangs and bite. I know that they don't bite unless frightened or provokes, but anything with fangs makes me a scaredy cat.

Fourth, they're tongues are all forked and suspicious looking. Their beady eyes don't help their cause either.

You know in the old show Fear Factor, when they would dump a carton of snakes on someone laying in a glass case? That's literally my worst nightmare. I might die of fright if that ever happened to me. Die. Right there in the case. My heart would stop.

Also, I don't discriminate when it comes to my snake hate. Whether it's a little grass snake or a giant black snake, I hate them all the same. 

And now that we're moving to a house with woods in the backyard, I have a feeling I might be seeing way more snakes than I care to think about. 

Don't Whiz On the Electric Fence (Remember that song?)

We had our home inspection on Sunday and, much to my surprise, the inspector only found minor issues! 


I usually plan for the worst, because that's usually what happens to us. Like I mentioned in an earlier post, I thought maybe they'd find out that it was sinking into the ground, or the foundation was in shambles. 


But, we were lucky! We're only asking for minor repairs, which is good news. 


While we were there, we saw about 3 families of deer. Which pretty much solidifies the fact that Peanut is going to go out of her mind when we move in. 


There's no fence, and the HOA doesn't allow you to have one, so we're looking into the electric fence. You know, the one that gives the dogs a little shock when they pass the border? It sounds cruel, but I've gotta keep these dogs in the yard somehow. And with the amount of time it takes Wiggles to find the perfect spot to poop, I won't have the patience to walk with him after having a fence for the last year and a half. 


Needless to say, that will be one of our first major purchases, along with a riding mower. When did we get so adult? 

If I Didn't Have You As A Sister, I'd Choose You As A Friend

Day 9 - Post of photo of the person that's got you through the most.

And that person issss...my sister, Natalie!


She's 3 years younger than me. We're complete opposites. I'm an extrovert, she's very shy. I like writing, she like numbers. I like alternative music, she loves honky-tonk country. She drinks tequila , I drink vodka. She likes to procrastinate, I like getting things done early.


But even though we're completely opposite in mostly every way, she's always been there for me. When I was little, she was the one comforting me when I had nightmares. My mom would often find that I had snuck out of bed at night to curl up in her room. 


She helped me through break-ups. I helped her with college essays. 


I stayed on the phone with her while she vented exhaustion, sadness and frustration while she took care of Nana in her last months. 


She sent me cards when I found out hubs was traveling for work. 


She was my maid of honor and I'll be her matron in June. We've seen each other through a lot of rough patches, and we've always come out the other side with a deeper appreciation for our relationship.


"Sisters are for sharing laughter and wiping tears." 


So true. Love you, Natty!