"It is way too damn hot here!"

Yes, Michael Buble, it IS way too damn hot here in Fresno. Heh. God, I love him to pieces. He was absolutely dynamite tonight, and it made for a great first Buble experience. He was witty, snarky, adorable, and sang so good. His version of "Smile" totally breaks me, as did his particular rendition of his song "Home" tonight. Sigh. He was well worth the $74 I paid for my basically...4th row seat. He was fabulous. And I got some decent photos. Hooray!

Jann Arden was his opening act, and she was great. She's hysterically funny, and "Good Mother" got me a bit weepy. My beloved best friend bookofdays knows why. ;)

The past two evenings have just renewed my spirit. I go back to work on Tuesday, and I am actually looking forward to it, but this week off has been great. I've caught up on sleep, and have written a bit here and there, yay.

I have GOT to finish this Sam Seaborn claim before it kills me. It's taking voer my brain, and the Sam muse is cooperating, but not for this particular prompt. He wants to be angsty! Grr.

Happy, happy. And now, I drag myself off to bed. Sticking Rascal Flatts and Michael Buble into the CD player, and me go sleep. Sheesh.

GIP from the concert. Whee. Night!

"It is way too damn hot here!"

Yes, Michael Buble, it IS way too damn hot here in Fresno. Heh. God, I love him to pieces. He was absolutely dynamite tonight, and it made for a great first Buble experience. He was witty, snarky, adorable, and sang so good. His version of "Smile" totally breaks me, as did his particular rendition of his song "Home" tonight. Sigh. He was well worth the $74 I paid for my basically...4th row seat. He was fabulous. And I got some decent photos. Hooray!

Jann Arden was his opening act, and she was great. She's hysterically funny, and "Good Mother" got me a bit weepy. My beloved best friend bookofdays knows why. ;)

The past two evenings have just renewed my spirit. I go back to work on Tuesday, and I am actually looking forward to it, but this week off has been great. I've caught up on sleep, and have written a bit here and there, yay.

I have GOT to finish this Sam Seaborn claim before it kills me. It's taking voer my brain, and the Sam muse is cooperating, but not for this particular prompt. He wants to be angsty! Grr.

Happy, happy. And now, I drag myself off to bed. Sticking Rascal Flatts and Michael Buble into the CD player, and me go sleep. Sheesh.

GIP from the concert. Whee. Night!

I hate the heat!

So it was 113* here today. I spent the afternoon at my parents' house, showing them some of the photos I took at the RF concert and the Michael Buble concert and just hanging out, and I headed back to my apartment at about 6 pm. I start noticing that traffic lights are out about a mile from my place. I think not much of it until I notice that ALL of them are out. I pull into my complex and into my parking space, and one of my neighbors asked if I had battery operated fans. I'm like, oh great, I know what's going on now.

The entire blasted street was without power, and it was 94* in my apartment alone. There was no way I was going to be able to stay at my place, so my parents had me come back to the house. And now, I sit here trying to find out if the power is on at my apartment, on the phone with PG&E. They suck, let me tell you. I have gotten no information. I give up. I pray my refrigerator is on when I get home tomorrow. Sigh.

I hate summer, I really, truly do.

Grr.

I hate the heat!

So it was 113* here today. I spent the afternoon at my parents' house, showing them some of the photos I took at the RF concert and the Michael Buble concert and just hanging out, and I headed back to my apartment at about 6 pm. I start noticing that traffic lights are out about a mile from my place. I think not much of it until I notice that ALL of them are out. I pull into my complex and into my parking space, and one of my neighbors asked if I had battery operated fans. I'm like, oh great, I know what's going on now.

The entire blasted street was without power, and it was 94* in my apartment alone. There was no way I was going to be able to stay at my place, so my parents had me come back to the house. And now, I sit here trying to find out if the power is on at my apartment, on the phone with PG&E. They suck, let me tell you. I have gotten no information. I give up. I pray my refrigerator is on when I get home tomorrow. Sigh.

I hate summer, I really, truly do.

Grr.