Nothing like a little Huey Lewis and the News to get you going on a Saturday morning. This morning, I bought concert tix to All Points West and The Killers. The Flyer loves The Killers but missed out on them the last time due to a crazy work schedule, and the day after they perform will be our 17th anniversary. All Points West is at Betty's behest . . . the Flyer and I will be the oldest people there, I am convinced.
We were tagged by Glo ages ago, but I completely forgot - that is until I opened up my Bloglines and saw the check mark still next to her post. So, without further adieu (and because I am knitting a sleeve and that's really no fun to talk about), here are the seven random things about us but really me since Lola is out of town.
1. I met the Flyer at college, but I knew his cousin for a few years before that. My husband's first three sentences included, "Hey, I have a cousin who lives there. Maybe you know him . . . his name is Danny insert last name here" to which I replied after thinking he was loon for asking such a dumb question, "He lives down the street from me."
2. When sleeping, I can only sleep on the right hand side of the bed no matter where I am. If forced to sleep on the left hand side, I don't. Period.
3. My first concert was Sha-na-na in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I almost didn't go since I was grounded. A friend and I were playing hide-and-go-seek, and I selected the dryer as a great place to hide. Turns out our mom didn't think so and almost banned me from seeing Bowser and the gang.
4. Shaun Cassidy was my first real crush. I loved him with ever fiber in my being. "Da Doo Ron Ron" has special meaning for me since I was convinced he was singing it to me. I even had a t-shirt with his beautiful face on it.
5. Our mom made most of our clothes growing up: dresses, shorts, underwear. Guess who had a pair of Shaun Cassidy underwear after the t-shirt shrank?
6. Whenever the Flyer and I are on vacation, we always get asked for directions. It doesn't matter where, we just get asked. The Flyer has perfected the phrase "Je ne pas parle Francais" after being accosted in Paris, Montreal, and Brussels. Ironically, I always get asked by Americans . . . so I fake a weird British accent a la Madonna or Britney.
7. I wanted to be a nun when I was in the first grade and even joined our school's "Nuns Club." I even thought that I had visions after watching my teacher read and then looking away only to see the outline of Sister Mary Myra on the chalkboard. For some reason, people who know me now get the biggest kick out of this.
The Flyer's parents should be here soon, so I am off for a quick shower and then some knitting on the sleeve. Have a lovely weekend!
Sister Mary Ava