Last night was the Stone Temple Pilots concert. I want to get all the good stuff written down, but bare with me; I've had very few hours of sleep and no coffee due to the 21 day cleanse. I'm surprised I'm functioning as well as I am right now.
The opening act sucked big time. I was positive it was supposed to be Filter, and I was all excited because I was getting two bands I really like for the price of one. Instead we got Jay's Revenge or some crap like that. They started off on a good foot, doing a crazy rendition of Elton John's Benny and the Jets. It went downhill from there. There original stuff was, um, lacking. It was a sorry mix of experimenting with sound a la Pink Floyd (Not knocking Floyd here; I'm a huge fan) and melancholy angst. Kim and I decided that the lead singer was a sorry cross between Billy Corgan and the lead singer of AC/DC. Yeah. He even tried to rock Billy's bald head/black turtleneck/albino look. It didn't work.
STP went on nearly 45 minutes after the openers were done. We thought we were waiting for Filter, and out comes Scott and the gang. The opened with Big Empty, one of my faves, but I'll admit, it wasn't quite there. I can't remember the second song for the life of my now, but the third was Bang Bang Baby off of Tiny Music.... In my opinion, it was a weak choice. I love the song, but it didn't fit.
I was feeling kind of let down from the get-go. I knew I was taking a chance since I know Scott's vocals can be off when he's singing live. He has a hard time staying in key. Add to that that everyone sitting in front of us felt the need to stand, blocking my view of the entire stage, and I was thinking I had made a mistake coming.
And then... they brought out the acoustic guitar. YES! Creep changed everything. The entire band was dead on. The crowd went ballistic. It was fucking fantastic.
I forgot to mention that when Scott first took the stage, he was dressed up in a Mexican blanket poncho, jeans, cowboy boots, a bunch of scarves, a cowboy hat, and glasses. Nearly every inch of his skin was covered. I was seriously hoping he wasn't going to do the entire concert covered up like that. I really wanted to see his face. Little by little, during the song breaks, he would shed a piece of his ensemble. First the poncho, then the sunglasses, then the hat, etc. When he finally took the hat off, I was disappointed because his hair wasn't red; it was bleach blonde and bit long and kind of looked like it had been thinly dreaded or something. It did NOT fit him. So sad.
As the band played, I took a look at the crowd rocking out. We had Mr. Air Drums in front of us, playing every damned song on his air set. Mr. Air Guitar was across the way in section 117. We also had that guy, you know, that guy that sings to Scott and points to him, knowing Scott is singing directly back at him and they're kindred spirits and all. He was sitting diagonally from us. I actually laughed through part of the concert because people are just so serious about their rocking out. Scott included.
Anyway, they played a lot off Core and Purple (or 12 Gracious Melodies, whichever you prefer), which made this girl extremely happy. We got Sex Type Thing, Wicked Garden, Naked Sunday, Piece of Pie, Plush, Vasoline, Lounge Fly, Interstate Love Song, Silvergun Superman, and Big Empty. We got a smattering of songs from Tiny Music... and No. 4, and one poor song off of Shangri-La that NOBODY but me knew (well, that's what it felt like). They also did a new song, so I'm hoping there's a new album in the works.
By the time the encore came around, Scott was shirtless, blazing all those sinewy muscles and tats. Not bad:) They ended the evening with Dead and Bloated, which is how I felt since it was past my bedtime. I didn't make it home until 12:30am, and I got up at 6am. Blah.
So it was a great night, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm sadly too old for this kind of stuff. I'm paying for it today.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Ellie's 18 month checkup
Ellie's regular PED is on leave due to a hip replacement (ouch!), so Ellie saw another doctor in the practice for her 18 month checkup. Dr. S is really cool, and we had even been considering switching Ellie to him since he's so good with her (not that her regular PED isn't!) I think that idea was solidified on Monday. He's just very patient and kind, has an excellent bedside manner, and, well, he's nice to look at:)~
The stats: height = 33in (80th %ile); weight = 24lbs 15oz (60th %ile); and head circumference = 49.5cm (95th %ile). I asked about her head circumference again, seeing as it's been in the 90th %ile and up since she was born, but he took one look at me and said, "She gets that from her mommy." I had to laugh. Here I thought I had a SMALL head. Harry just turned to me and said, "I told you so!" So I have a big head! LOL.
He asked how well she's talking, and I told her I can understand a lot of what she says, even though it's not really clear to anyone else. I'd say she can verbalize at least 30 different words to me. He turned to Harry and asked, "And how many can Dad make out?" Harry thinks for a minute and says, "Eight." Dude, you can understand more than eight words out of her mouth. When we left the office, I rattled off 10 within seconds, and he goes, "Oh, yeah. He just put me on the spot!"
When looking over the "where your child should be at 18 months," I was surprised to see that 6-10 words is the norm. I thought it was more than that. The doc said she's right on target with verbalization.
As for cognitive thinking, she's off the chart. She has been for awhile. She understands pretty much everything we say to her (she doesn't always listen, mind you, but she understands). Example: She had pulled her socks off Saturday after naptime and stuffed them in the microwave of her little kitchen. A few hours later, I asked her if her feet were cold, and if she'd like to put her socks back on. She marched over to her kitchen, got the socks, and brought them over to me. I was speechless.
And for the biggest and best news... the vaccines she received on Monday are the last until she goes to kindergarten! YAY! Thank God. One of the VACS she got was for tetanus, so we were prepared for soreness and fever (I just got one on Sunday, too, for the eye injury, and my arm is STILL swollen and red and hot - ick). We gave her some Motrin yesterday as a preventative measure, and her little leg was red and swollen last night, but she's all good now. Wish my swelling would go down that quickly!
So a good visit all in all. And we don't have to go back until she's 2. I'm sure she's just as happy about that as we are.
The stats: height = 33in (80th %ile); weight = 24lbs 15oz (60th %ile); and head circumference = 49.5cm (95th %ile). I asked about her head circumference again, seeing as it's been in the 90th %ile and up since she was born, but he took one look at me and said, "She gets that from her mommy." I had to laugh. Here I thought I had a SMALL head. Harry just turned to me and said, "I told you so!" So I have a big head! LOL.
He asked how well she's talking, and I told her I can understand a lot of what she says, even though it's not really clear to anyone else. I'd say she can verbalize at least 30 different words to me. He turned to Harry and asked, "And how many can Dad make out?" Harry thinks for a minute and says, "Eight." Dude, you can understand more than eight words out of her mouth. When we left the office, I rattled off 10 within seconds, and he goes, "Oh, yeah. He just put me on the spot!"
When looking over the "where your child should be at 18 months," I was surprised to see that 6-10 words is the norm. I thought it was more than that. The doc said she's right on target with verbalization.
As for cognitive thinking, she's off the chart. She has been for awhile. She understands pretty much everything we say to her (she doesn't always listen, mind you, but she understands). Example: She had pulled her socks off Saturday after naptime and stuffed them in the microwave of her little kitchen. A few hours later, I asked her if her feet were cold, and if she'd like to put her socks back on. She marched over to her kitchen, got the socks, and brought them over to me. I was speechless.
And for the biggest and best news... the vaccines she received on Monday are the last until she goes to kindergarten! YAY! Thank God. One of the VACS she got was for tetanus, so we were prepared for soreness and fever (I just got one on Sunday, too, for the eye injury, and my arm is STILL swollen and red and hot - ick). We gave her some Motrin yesterday as a preventative measure, and her little leg was red and swollen last night, but she's all good now. Wish my swelling would go down that quickly!
So a good visit all in all. And we don't have to go back until she's 2. I'm sure she's just as happy about that as we are.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I'm still alive, just slightly blind
Ellie accidentally poked me in the eye on Sunday and majorly scratched my cornea. After a doctor's visit filled with liquid anesthesia, yellow dye, and nasty antibiotic salve, the doc said it should heal itself within 24-48 hours. I spend the rest of the day and Monday morning in bed with my eyes closed. The pain was excruciating; at one point, I turned to Harry and said, "The contractions were easier." Yes, that bad.
My eyes are extremely sensitive. It's part of the reason I can't wear contacts. I can feel them in my eye, and it bothers me. So this scratch was my version of Hell; it felt like I had an eyelash stuck in my eye for 24 hours. Imagine that and then understand my pain.
At the 24 hour mark, it miraculously started to feel better. Go doc! I went back in so they could check it again, and I was told it was 75% healed.
This morning, it's much better; I can see to drive, and I'm here at work. Everything's still a little fuzzy due to the crappy antibiotic salve and my droopy eyelid and puffy undereye, but I can deal. And the light sensitivity is gone, too. That was a bitch, as well.
I think I should get some safety glasses to wear around Ellie from now on.
My eyes are extremely sensitive. It's part of the reason I can't wear contacts. I can feel them in my eye, and it bothers me. So this scratch was my version of Hell; it felt like I had an eyelash stuck in my eye for 24 hours. Imagine that and then understand my pain.
At the 24 hour mark, it miraculously started to feel better. Go doc! I went back in so they could check it again, and I was told it was 75% healed.
This morning, it's much better; I can see to drive, and I'm here at work. Everything's still a little fuzzy due to the crappy antibiotic salve and my droopy eyelid and puffy undereye, but I can deal. And the light sensitivity is gone, too. That was a bitch, as well.
I think I should get some safety glasses to wear around Ellie from now on.
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