Sunday, February 24, 2008

T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.

This is a milestone in the boys' lives. Honestly, I can't tell you the name of my first concert without turning red in the face. Toto. at. the. gorge. with my Dad and brother. I don't even remember how old I was, but I remember I didn't really understand what a concert was or how amazing it could be until I was much older.

Marty and I packed the little boys up, Reuben decided he didn't really want to go, understandable. He's a teenager, ya know. We headed to Seattle on Saturday afternoon, made a quick, (HA! quick, that's a good one), stop at Ikea and then grabbed some dinner.

We arrived 45 minutes before the doors opened. We waited in line outside the venue. I knew they were excited; they were bouncing off the walls, or maybe that was an attempt to stay warm. We finally got in and managed to get all the way up front to the left of the stage. Perfect. After two, mediocre at best, opening bands the moment we'd been waiting for was here. (the video is short, well, ah, because we forgot to bring an extra battery for the camera and it died.)


video

The Hives put on the best rock show we've ever seen. There was even one point where Howlin' Pelle Almqvist (the lead singer) climbed out on one of the light scaffolds and Marty lifted Solomon up to shake his hand. After the show, in the car Sol told us he was never going to wash that hand again. Ewwwwww.

Knowing the boys' can tell their friends that their first show was one this good, definitely won't make them red in the face.

Friday, February 1, 2008

The Accomplice.

Louie, our kitten, well he's 10 months now, but still very much a kitten has this terrible habit of playing with his toys in the hall way outside our bedroom door in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Having hardwood floors this makes it even worse. He'll bat around his mice or even his little plastic balls, smacking them into the door and the walls.

Last night, just as I was dozing off I heard, "WACK!" Throwing the covers off, annoyed, I got out of bed, opened the door and found him there with one of his plastic balls. I snatched it up from him and closed the door. Leaving him there with a blank stare of "what?!" on his face. Okay, now that it's over I can go back to sleep...

Fast forward to 2:57 a.m. "WACK!" I roll over with irritation and hope it'll just go away... "SWOOSH, WACK!" D'oh! Marty got up this time... only to find Louie in the hall way with the empty package of nightlight bulbs from the table in the living room, left by Marty's keys to remind him to buy more. Marty picked up the package, rounded the corner to the living room and found Samson sitting on the table?!?! The accomplice. He knocked the package down for Louie to play with.

Now if you ask me this is war, I tell you. Now I know they are in it together, scheming to wake us up. Why? I have no idea, but I can only think it’s because they are felines.