Friday, March 23, 2007

HOORAY FOR THE INDIGO GIRLS!!! On Tuesday, I grabbed a free AM New York paper from the regular newsperson. I made a choice to stop reading physical papers about three months ago (another one of my little ways to help the environment). I now get all my news online. But for some reason, I had an overwhelming urge to go all 'old school' and do a crossword in a physical paper. And boy am I glad that I took part in forest depletion that day! On the first page, there was a listing for the two-night stay of the Indigo Girls at Town Hall ( a small concert/theatre venue just off Times Square). While in Austin, this happened a couple times. I would hear about it the day of, and of course it would be sold out when I tried to secure tix. But in Austin, they always played small clubs and bars. With hope, I tried this day, again, to get tickets. Not only were there tix available, but I go 7th row center. WOW! To make a long story short, I told Heather, we got a last minute babysitter, went to the concert, had the time of our life. It was meant to be. The Indigo Girls play a very significant role in my and my wife's relationship that goes all the way back to high school. And in the six years since we've been married, we have never seen them in concert until Tuesday night. Their new stuff is beautiful, and they played a great mix of oldies, even "our song", Mystery. Thank you Girls! Emily, for your voice and melody, and Amy, for your guts.

Friday, March 09, 2007

It's a new dawn, a new day, a new life! Yes, we are terrible bloggers. But hey, nobody really reads this anyway. Not much to report. I am moving to a new law firm in April. Margaret turns 4 soon, Cole is repeating the last word of every sentence he hears, and Heather Anna is quickly becoming what she has always dreamed of - Cute,Teeny, & Tan!!! She is looking mighty fine, but still lacking in the Tan part. It's winter after all. I, on the other hand, am quickly becoming Ugly, Chubby, and Pasty!!! I've got to nip that in the bud. Hey, it's winter after all. It's my body reacting to the cold weather, right? Or maybe it's because I sit behind a desk 9 hours a day. Ah well, the grind of life.