03.16.2005 | 6:54 pm | Daily Life, Infertility/Miscarriage
It sucks to be poor. I’m referencing my previous post, about the upcoming Mötley Crüe concert. Philip called about getting tickets, and they START at $45 each. Yikes. That means $90 for both of us to go. Unfortunately, that also means we won’t be going. : ( There’s no way we can budget that kind of cash, when most weeks we have a hard time scraping up enough to buy food & other basic necessities.
It sucks, but I was thinking, maybe TK 101 will have a contest or something and we’ll get lucky and win a pair of tickets. Yeah. I’ve always been a dreamer! : D
Oh well, at least I can count my blessings: I have everything I’ve ever hoped for in my little boy, and not a day goes by without my thanking God for hearing my prayers and giving me the desire of my heart. I know quite a few women who would give anything to have a child of their own—a wish that painfully eludes them. And yet, somehow, God saw fit to bless me with such a gift. I’ve no idea why, but I’m grateful he did.
So… as much as I’d like to go see the Crüe, in the big picture, I could really care less about those tickets! : D
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03.9.2005 | 9:02 am | Uncategorized, Daily Life
Last week I heard a spot on the radio that brightened my day (I was on my way home from getting my bloodwork done, so my day had been BLAH thus far). Seems the Civic Center is finally going to be getting a good show this year:
Mötley Crüe! 
Woohoo! And they’re coming in September, which makes it very likely that I’ll be able to go. At the moment, I still have to be here at Gray’s bedtime, because he still requires his boobie before bed. But I doubt very seriously he’ll still be nursing six months from now (and if he is, he’ll have dropped that last session so it won’t matter anyway).
So I’m pretty stoked. I was a huge Crüe fan back in high school during their “Dr. Feelgood” era. They last performed in P’cola back in January 1990 (11th grade for me), and of course, I wanted to go. And I had the perfect chance to go: one of my best buds, Kevin, scored two tickets and wanted me to go with him. Unfortunately, enter the parental units. LOL. Of course, they wouldn’t even hear me out. The answer was NO. The answer was always NO when it came to going to concerts. One of my mom’s reasons was always “you’ll get trampled.” WTF? I’ve since been to many concerts, and I’ve never come anywhere close to being trampled. I’ve come frighteningly close to being puked on (which I would consider worse than trampling), but that’s about it.
But the real reason for their denial is that–while they were loving parents–they were typical out-of-touch parents when it came to cultural issues; and in this case, rock music–it scared them. It was all bad to them. They even went so far as to ban me from buying Def Leppard’s “Hysteria” album (so instead, I copied a friend’s tape). My love for Bon Jovi really scared them. Yes, I said Bon Jovi. But this…this was even worse…this was Mötley Crüe, which all good parents knew was “Devil music”. LMBO. I could go into my whole tirade on how silly it is to be that disconnected with your kids’ music, but I’ll save it for another time. I’ll just say that it’s not how I’ll parent my kid. You can’t force your personal tastes onto your kids. Even if I don’t personally like the style of music or the groups he listens to, I won’t ban him from listening to it or arbitrarily dub it “devil music”. There’s not much music out there that scares me, anyway. Although Celine Dion comes pretty close. *heh heh*
So needless to say, I didn’t get to go to the concert. I spent that night moping in my room, with my radio tuned to whatever station was at the civic center covering the concert, wishing I could be there with most of my other peers. Then I studied for my AP History exam while blasting my (copied from a friend) “Dr. Feelgood” tape. (For all you young’uns, cassette tapes were the medium of choice back in those dark days.)
The next day at school totally sucked, with all the lucky concert-goers (none of whom got trampled, BTW) sporting their Crüe t-shirts and talking about what a rockin’ concert it had been. Can you tell I’ve never forgotten this? LOL. I think I’ve thought about having missed that concert everytime I’ve heard Mötley Crüe throughout the past 15 years.
Which is why I must make it to this one–the second time around. I still love their music, at least all the old stuff. And it’s a reunion tour with all four original members, including Tommy Lee, so it will rock. What a perfect way to spend an evening. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a good concert with lots of chest-thumping volume. The kind that leaves your ears ringing all into the next day*. And the Crüe is sure to deliver a solid 24-hour ear-ringing experience.
*Disclaimer: Despite my mom’s other warning, that I would damage my hearing by going to concerts, I’ve never come close. I had a hearing test a few years ago that showed perfect hearing. That’s after years of attending ear-splitting concerts and–much moreso than that– years of blasting my own personal stereo to a volume of Eleven. That’s right, not ten, but eleven.
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03.2.2005 | 6:36 pm | Uncategorized, Daily Life, Breastfeeding
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D’oh.