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10-30-2014. Journal Entry-Night Owls & Styx!   Leave a comment

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‘Don’t  Screw With Us Night-Owls’

I must be losing what’s left of my mind.  Sit back and let me explain.  Most people are either early morning people or night-owls.  For as long as I can remember I’ve been a night-owl.  I loved being out and about when everyone else was at home in their warm beds.  Even when I was working those nine-to-five jobs I always managed to stay awake until at least midnight and still make it to work on time without any problem.  My best years were those as a police officer when I could work as many overnights as I wanted.  Those days are sadly gone forever as you shall see.

This morning was a perfect example of my new life. My better-half works some ungodly shifts but more often than not she begins work at 05:30 am. That requires her to bound out of bed in her ridiculously upbeat manner at 4:00 am to begin her endless pre-work preparations.  As quiet as she tries to be she still manages to wake me up almost every day.  Slowly over the last few years I’ve been quietly forced to adopt her work schedule whether I like it or not.

Fortunately I went to bed early enough last night that being awakened at 4:00 am was annoying but workable. I actually was awakened at 3:45 am when the damn cat decided it was time to be fed.  So I made the coffee, fed the cat, visited the facilities and quickly returned to my warm bed.  I tried desperately to go back to sleep but nothing doing. I was wide awake with nothing to do and nowhere to go.  Thanks a lot lovey!

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I turned on the tube and what do I find but a Styx rock concert on AXS TV.  I poured a large coffee, pulled the bed covers tightly around me, and settled down for the next two hours and rocked my life away.  That group sounded as good today as it did way back when. The better-half left sometime during the concert giving me the required peck on the cheek as she ran for the door. Twenty minutes later she called in a tizzy to tell me she’d forgotten her bag full of paperwork that she  needed it and could I bring it to her as soon as possible.

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‘Before’

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‘After’

Of course, I finished watching the concert, then I got dressed and did fifty minutes on the treadmill.  There’s something very wrong with sweating through your clothing at 6:00 am.  I finished with the treadmill, hit the shower, and then decided to deliver her work supplies to her. Of course she also demanded in her oh so nice way a Dunkin Donuts coffee which required me to make yet another stop. Isn’t love grand?

So after all of that I arrived at her store with all of the paperwork and her coffee.  I made the visit as short as possible and quickly left after reciprocating with an obligatory kiss on her cheek. I stood outside in the parking lot for a second and glanced down at my phone, it was only 8:45 am. That’s just so wrong on so many levels.  What the hell was I becoming?  She’s turning me into a morning person and I can’t seem to stop her.  Is my life over? Woe is me!

I drove directly home, parked the car, and marched my ass back to the bedroom.  The next two hours were heaven on earth and that little nap was even better than those famous afternoon power naps everyone’s always raving about.  I was sure the rest of the day would be a real yawner but I needed to remember one important thing.  I’d be able to get up tomorrow morning and do it all over again.

Someone just shoot me now, please!

08-24-2013   Leave a comment

Before I start to write this posting I’m required to put on my cowboy hat, my boots, and my big ugly belt buckle.  Don’t misunderstand me, I am not a Country & Western fan in any sense of the word.  Unfortunately my born and bred Texan better-half has been a life long fan of the genre. She roams from room to room through the house every day, turning on multiple radios to blare that good old down home music every effing minute.  It keeps me out of the house doing fifty percent more yard work than I would normally do.  Maybe that’s her sneaky Texas way of making me work harder.  If I’ve learned nothing from our years together I have learned to keep a close watch on her,  Texans are sneaky!

I had a wonderful day off today because my crazy better-half and her even crazier daughter are off on another adventure.  They left early today to attend the Country-fest Concert at Gillette Stadium in Foxboro, Massachusetts.  I’m sure they were cheering all the way to Mass but what they didn’t know was just how loud I was cheering to see them go.  An entire day without listening to music that makes me cringe.  I worked in the yard for a good part of the day with my IPod blasting a wide variety of Blues, Rock, and NO C&W.

I was receiving text messages and photos for most of the day telling me just what I was missing.  I was missing endless traffic, Country music fans by the thousands, and an endless number of drunken bums wearing their boots and cowboy hats.  I’ll just bet that ninety percent of those crazies have never been on a ranch or had a close and personal conversation with a horse. A whole lot of wannabes trying to impress a few young ladies with their swagger and y’all’s.

I had a great day until eleven pm when I was awakened from my blissful sleep by two tipsy cowgirls making their way home from Boston.  My better-half was so horse I could barely understand her and all of the laughing and screaming in the background didn’t help either.  She called to let me know when she’d be arriving and that she was going to "wake my ass up" whether I liked it or not.  I mildly threatened to end her life, said goodnight, and went back to sleep.  She arrived home in the wee hours, fell into bed, and barely woke me at all.

Waking up this morning I opened one eye to see if she was prowling around.  Next to me under a huge pile of blankets and pillows I found what was left of my better-half.  She was snoring like a truck driver, smelled like beer, and was dreaming about Kenny Chesney I’ll bet.  Ya, I know at least one cowboy crooner’s name.  Please don’t hold that against me, my survival instinct requires I know enough Country names and trivia to keep her happy.

Yee haw y’all !