and someone likes it!
I get worried that I'm turning into my parents, and although I love them, like everyone, they too have less than admirable qualities.
But in this blog, I'm not worried about becoming a slob or having nagging tendencies. I'm not worried at all, actually.
My mom leaves notes for us. And this is a habit, I never realize I picked up. I truthfully never realized that every family doesn't do this!!
I started leaving notes at work for my co-workers. Just little things that happened, things that need to happen, or just wishing them a nice day. Well, my co-workers love them thankfully. They even told me they look forward to them.
So, I'm turning into my Mom and I'm not even freaking out.
Now, last week, she left me one that said "I'm at 1691 today" then there was a squiggle, that was a heart signed "Mom" and underneath she said "Try and eat the asparagus".
My grandparents had come to town to take the dog to the farm and grandma misread the note as saying "Mom, try and eat the asaragus". So when I came home, the asparagus was no where to be found. Because my grandparents took it! Then we all had a good laugh. Especially grandma, who offered to replace the asaragus, I didn't really want to eat in the first place!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Fleetwood Mac
It turns out, I'm a people watcher. I like to observe them. I have no idea why I'm so fascinated by this. But I think this might be one of the reasons I'm so addicted to concerts. Because the large amounts of different people.
So, at Fleetwood Mac this past Friday, I noted a different crowd than those that I have previously come across. These groups consisted of:
Pot heads, which at Fleetwood Mac, a legendary 70's band, you kinda have to expect. They also smelled of spilled pilsner beer. It made me want to vomit.
The next group wasn't as easy to spot, until I broke out my phone to use the camera. They are the Mom's. After I took a picture using my phone, the Mom's sitting behind us and next to us started handing me their phones to see if they had cameras and then to figure out how to use them.
Group three is the nagging wives. "Don't spill the beer", "Watch, the beer is on the floor", "The beer is by your foot", "Pick up the beer".
Then there was the group who needed medical attention. We saw Medics and stretchers go up the stairs and come back down with a rather large man who was wearing an air mask. Now seeing the ambulance was a first, and I've been to Craven 4 years in a row!!
Now, the final group, is really just a girl. The girl who sat infront of my date (who was my cousin, Lana). She had one beer. She did not appear under the influence of any substances, from what I could tell. But maybe that was her problem, she hadn't taken her meds. It would explain her seizure like movements, but I'm fairly certain it was dancing.
We were sitting infront of an annoying wormy-seizure dancing hair dancer! Without demonstrating, it's hard to describe. She sat in her seat. Moved her waist all different ways. Moved her shoulders in violent back and forth manner while bending forward and rocking back. While she was doing this, she was also head banging (sometimes back and forth, and sometimes side to side and sometimes she rotated her head) with long blonde hair. Her hair was hitting people and falling in her boyfriends beer. I'm sure that she must have had a sore neck the next day. Sometimes, she'd get her arms going in the air too. But only, when she really liked a song.
People watching is interesting, but it's really difficult too. It involves a high level of self control not to whack people across the head when you witness stupid and ridiculous actions!
So, at Fleetwood Mac this past Friday, I noted a different crowd than those that I have previously come across. These groups consisted of:
Pot heads, which at Fleetwood Mac, a legendary 70's band, you kinda have to expect. They also smelled of spilled pilsner beer. It made me want to vomit.
The next group wasn't as easy to spot, until I broke out my phone to use the camera. They are the Mom's. After I took a picture using my phone, the Mom's sitting behind us and next to us started handing me their phones to see if they had cameras and then to figure out how to use them.
Group three is the nagging wives. "Don't spill the beer", "Watch, the beer is on the floor", "The beer is by your foot", "Pick up the beer".
Then there was the group who needed medical attention. We saw Medics and stretchers go up the stairs and come back down with a rather large man who was wearing an air mask. Now seeing the ambulance was a first, and I've been to Craven 4 years in a row!!
Now, the final group, is really just a girl. The girl who sat infront of my date (who was my cousin, Lana). She had one beer. She did not appear under the influence of any substances, from what I could tell. But maybe that was her problem, she hadn't taken her meds. It would explain her seizure like movements, but I'm fairly certain it was dancing.
We were sitting infront of an annoying wormy-seizure dancing hair dancer! Without demonstrating, it's hard to describe. She sat in her seat. Moved her waist all different ways. Moved her shoulders in violent back and forth manner while bending forward and rocking back. While she was doing this, she was also head banging (sometimes back and forth, and sometimes side to side and sometimes she rotated her head) with long blonde hair. Her hair was hitting people and falling in her boyfriends beer. I'm sure that she must have had a sore neck the next day. Sometimes, she'd get her arms going in the air too. But only, when she really liked a song.
People watching is interesting, but it's really difficult too. It involves a high level of self control not to whack people across the head when you witness stupid and ridiculous actions!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
May 31st
Since we've had so many blogs about grandparents, I feel it's important to talk about Grandma and Grandpa Hill today.
Grandpa and Grandma both reside in heaven... they have for a while now. Grandpa had Alzheimers for about a decade and Grandma had a broken heart after he died. We all knew she wanted to be with Grandpa.
Today, May 31st, would have been their 51st wedding anniversary. I personally feel it should be considered a sacred holiday.
But I'm sure they're dancing on some cloud in heaven and Grandpa is off time and Grandma is trying her best to keep Grandpa straight, all the while knowing in her wise way, timing is not what matters. They enjoyed dancing. And holding hands. And having tea after supper.
They had a love story that people can only dream of. It's like the Notebook and Walk the Line mixed together. With a little less drama and more camping! Haha
Grandpa and Grandma both reside in heaven... they have for a while now. Grandpa had Alzheimers for about a decade and Grandma had a broken heart after he died. We all knew she wanted to be with Grandpa.
Today, May 31st, would have been their 51st wedding anniversary. I personally feel it should be considered a sacred holiday.
But I'm sure they're dancing on some cloud in heaven and Grandpa is off time and Grandma is trying her best to keep Grandpa straight, all the while knowing in her wise way, timing is not what matters. They enjoyed dancing. And holding hands. And having tea after supper.
They had a love story that people can only dream of. It's like the Notebook and Walk the Line mixed together. With a little less drama and more camping! Haha
I just need to add...
to Angela's latest post, that Abby is our Mom's dog. She often stays with our grandparents at the farm because our Mom is a nurse and works all 12 shifts and can't take care of her very well when she's working.
I didn't want any readers to think we make some person go pee under the deck.
Also, Grandpa still brags about the time he shot a MOUSE, a tiny little mouse out of the tree behind the house. It was on the branch and I'm guessing Grandpa aimed, shot and pretty near shit himself when he actually hit it!
I didn't want any readers to think we make some person go pee under the deck.
Also, Grandpa still brags about the time he shot a MOUSE, a tiny little mouse out of the tree behind the house. It was on the branch and I'm guessing Grandpa aimed, shot and pretty near shit himself when he actually hit it!
RIP Mama and Baby Porcupine
Jennifer already mentioned that if we had a TV show, Grandma and Grandpa would have to be in it. If you've ever watched Kathy Griffin's mom on My Life on the D List, you already know what we mean. Old people say and do things that are, well, entertaining and interesting, yet 
disturbing too. Yesterday was one of those times. I called Grandma just to talk, and she told me this story.
"Grandpa was out with the flashlight yesterday looking under the deck. He thought he saw a baby kitten," says Grandma.
Maggie Griffin, not unlike our
own family grandparents
"Really, and what was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer, preparing myself for any sort of woodland creature (there was a beaver in the yard just the other day, but don't worry, Grandpa chased it back to the river on his quad. WTF??)
"A baby porcupine!"
"OMG, where is it now?"
"Well, Grandpa hit it on the head."
This is not the actual baby killed in the making of this story.
"WHAT??!! Why?"
"Well, you can't have porcupines in the yard, and under the deck is where Abby goes pee!"
"Okay..." I said, not at all convinced that this is a good enough reason to kill a porcupine baby. "Where is the mother?"
"Oh, don't worry, we got rid of it too." Grandma stated.
I didn't ask what "got rid of" is a euphemism for, and I doubt I want to know. Let's just say Grandpa has plenty of guns and ammo on the farm.
So, needless to say, I am writing this post in honor of all animals and creatures, especially those who have met their untimely demise at the Nelson farm. Rest in peace baby porcupine, rest in peace.
disturbing too. Yesterday was one of those times. I called Grandma just to talk, and she told me this story."Grandpa was out with the flashlight yesterday looking under the deck. He thought he saw a baby kitten," says Grandma.
Maggie Griffin, not unlike our
own family grandparents
"Really, and what was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer, preparing myself for any sort of woodland creature (there was a beaver in the yard just the other day, but don't worry, Grandpa chased it back to the river on his quad. WTF??)
"A baby porcupine!"
"OMG, where is it now?"
"Well, Grandpa hit it on the head."
This is not the actual baby killed in the making of this story.
"WHAT??!! Why?"
"Well, you can't have porcupines in the yard, and under the deck is where Abby goes pee!"
"Okay..." I said, not at all convinced that this is a good enough reason to kill a porcupine baby. "Where is the mother?"
"Oh, don't worry, we got rid of it too." Grandma stated.
I didn't ask what "got rid of" is a euphemism for, and I doubt I want to know. Let's just say Grandpa has plenty of guns and ammo on the farm.
So, needless to say, I am writing this post in honor of all animals and creatures, especially those who have met their untimely demise at the Nelson farm. Rest in peace baby porcupine, rest in peace.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
My Jennifer Moment
For as much as Jennifer and I have in common (hair color, musical tastes, sense of humor, among others), there are several areas in life where we are MUCH different. One of those ways is in gracefulness. Now, I am not exactly a classically trained dancer or anything, but I have never hit my head on a popcorn bowl, requiring stitches. Nor have I ever fallen off a chair for no reason. (Both examples are from Jen's early years). And lately, she seems to do a lot of falling down, requiring her to remove her muddy pants. (See earlier posts for that story.)
But yesterday, it was MY turn to have a Jennifer clutzy-moment. Now, I don't know if it was the raspberry margarita, or the landscape rocks that were on the sidewalk in front of Earls during happy hour on a Friday...but whatever the case, I tripped in a BIG way...in front of ALL THE PEOPLE AT EARLS PATIO ON A FRIDAY DURING HAPPY HOUR. I even had an elderly lady roll down her car window and ask if I was okay!
I cut my right hand, scraped by left knee, but was mostly concerned about crushing my glasses which were in my hand as I fell! (I was putting on my prescription sunglasses just moments before, so vision was not my problem.) Anyway, I am fine, my glasses are fine, and Grant helped me up, but my ego took a big bruising!
But yesterday, it was MY turn to have a Jennifer clutzy-moment. Now, I don't know if it was the raspberry margarita, or the landscape rocks that were on the sidewalk in front of Earls during happy hour on a Friday...but whatever the case, I tripped in a BIG way...in front of ALL THE PEOPLE AT EARLS PATIO ON A FRIDAY DURING HAPPY HOUR. I even had an elderly lady roll down her car window and ask if I was okay!
I cut my right hand, scraped by left knee, but was mostly concerned about crushing my glasses which were in my hand as I fell! (I was putting on my prescription sunglasses just moments before, so vision was not my problem.) Anyway, I am fine, my glasses are fine, and Grant helped me up, but my ego took a big bruising!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Melfort Journal
There are only 2 sections of the local newspaper people don't want to be in. They also happen to be the most read. The obituaries and "Street Talk".
I got cornered for Street Talk.
My question was "What do you think about SaskPowers price increases?"
Now, I discussed with the reporter my long thoughtful answer about the economy, cost and expenses and how the government probably has a plan, I don't understand, but is in the best interest of the province.
Then I told her what I wanted published.
"I like power. Have you ever been through a power outage? Trust me, it's still worth it."
I got cornered for Street Talk.
My question was "What do you think about SaskPowers price increases?"
Now, I discussed with the reporter my long thoughtful answer about the economy, cost and expenses and how the government probably has a plan, I don't understand, but is in the best interest of the province.
Then I told her what I wanted published.
"I like power. Have you ever been through a power outage? Trust me, it's still worth it."
Grandma and Grandpa
If I ever did have a tv show, my grandparents would have to be an episode or two. They are absolutely hilarious.
My grandmother who is in her seventies comes up with the funniest comments, sometimes when you don't even think she's paying attention. Some of her famous quotes include: "If Angela says it, it must be true", "You looked good, so I didn't recognize you", and my favorite "Do you want milk in your coffee, Grandma?" "No I don't mix my drinks, that's how you get heachaches".
Tonight my grandpa had some stories of his own. There was one about a cat and skunk being friends out at a farm near their farm. The skunk died and the cat was cuddling it. It sounds almost sweet now... The other story he told was about a woman who works at the grocery. He started off by describing her as "fat, homely and her eyes point different ways". My mom and I started laughing and that's when Grandpa started pulling the skin around his eyes to demonstrate what she looked like. Geez, seeing an almost 80 year old man do this, was enough to make me almost pee my pants.
I have to say, I love my grandparents, craziness and all!
My grandmother who is in her seventies comes up with the funniest comments, sometimes when you don't even think she's paying attention. Some of her famous quotes include: "If Angela says it, it must be true", "You looked good, so I didn't recognize you", and my favorite "Do you want milk in your coffee, Grandma?" "No I don't mix my drinks, that's how you get heachaches".
Tonight my grandpa had some stories of his own. There was one about a cat and skunk being friends out at a farm near their farm. The skunk died and the cat was cuddling it. It sounds almost sweet now... The other story he told was about a woman who works at the grocery. He started off by describing her as "fat, homely and her eyes point different ways". My mom and I started laughing and that's when Grandpa started pulling the skin around his eyes to demonstrate what she looked like. Geez, seeing an almost 80 year old man do this, was enough to make me almost pee my pants.
I have to say, I love my grandparents, craziness and all!
Young and Computer Illiterate...
This seriously exists. My brother phoned me today at work. This is how it went down.
Corey: "Where's my resumes?"
Jen: "In the black folder by the fireplace in your books"
"No, on the computer"
"Click Jennifer"
"Then"
"Documents"
"Then"
"The folder labelled Crap"
"Then what"
"Do you see it"
"Yeah what should I do" SERIOUSLY?? WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? HOW ABOUT OPEN IT?
"Double Click it"
"Then what" THAT'S IT BRAINIAC!!
"Then do whatever you want to it"
"F@#$ what did I just do, the bullets are gone"
"What are you trying to do"
"Update my education"
"Oh Geez... send it to me and I'll update it"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait, Mom doesn't have Word on her computer, email to Ange" YES SHE DOESN'T HAVE WORD, IT'S A ROYAL PAIN
"I don't have email"
"WHAT??"
"What do I do"
"Use mine..." then I gave him my hotmail and password
"How do I use this?"
Really? like WTF?. You're 20 years old and can't use Microsoft work and you can't send an email.
I guess I should be thankful he could turn the computer on in the first place!
Corey: "Where's my resumes?"
Jen: "In the black folder by the fireplace in your books"
"No, on the computer"
"Click Jennifer"
"Then"
"Documents"
"Then"
"The folder labelled Crap"
"Then what"
"Do you see it"
"Yeah what should I do" SERIOUSLY?? WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? HOW ABOUT OPEN IT?
"Double Click it"
"Then what" THAT'S IT BRAINIAC!!
"Then do whatever you want to it"
"F@#$ what did I just do, the bullets are gone"
"What are you trying to do"
"Update my education"
"Oh Geez... send it to me and I'll update it"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait, Mom doesn't have Word on her computer, email to Ange" YES SHE DOESN'T HAVE WORD, IT'S A ROYAL PAIN
"I don't have email"
"WHAT??"
"What do I do"
"Use mine..." then I gave him my hotmail and password
"How do I use this?"
Really? like WTF?. You're 20 years old and can't use Microsoft work and you can't send an email.
I guess I should be thankful he could turn the computer on in the first place!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Moving Home
I moved home to Melfort.
Melfort is a small city in Saskatchewan where once you enter, signal lights, no longer exist. Speed limits are just suggestions and they are two types of drivers: the slow and cautious (a.k.a. the old people) who drive approx. 20km under the speed limit while taking up all the lanes and then's there everyone else.
I have to say, Melfort is not exactly an environment conducive to happiness.
Now, I wasn't thrilled living in Saskatoon cleaning up after Gross(Corey) and Grosser(Dad), but at least, stores were open past 6. And you had choices for ordering pizza or chinese. Saskatoon has multiple bars and shopping centres. Melfort has the Chances 'R' and Main Street. It's just not the same.
The other problem just happens to be how EVERYONE knows what you're doing (even if you don't!). There really is a lack of privacy. I don't know how it's done. If everyone's houses are bugged or what? Maybe the inconspicuous shoppers at Co-op have super hearing or something. I just know, I don't like it.
The only other thing bothering me is the people across the street and 4 houses down. They play the LOUDEST music into all hours of the morning approx 6 out of the 7 days a week. I swear they must deaf if I can hear it 4 houses away and I'm at 30% hearing loss.
It's boring here. And if it wasn't for getting a great job that I love and the 99 cent movie rentals, I might have already lost my mind.
For some reason I keep coming back even though I sometimes hate it here. I guess it's because it's still Home.
Melfort is a small city in Saskatchewan where once you enter, signal lights, no longer exist. Speed limits are just suggestions and they are two types of drivers: the slow and cautious (a.k.a. the old people) who drive approx. 20km under the speed limit while taking up all the lanes and then's there everyone else.
I have to say, Melfort is not exactly an environment conducive to happiness.
Now, I wasn't thrilled living in Saskatoon cleaning up after Gross(Corey) and Grosser(Dad), but at least, stores were open past 6. And you had choices for ordering pizza or chinese. Saskatoon has multiple bars and shopping centres. Melfort has the Chances 'R' and Main Street. It's just not the same.
The other problem just happens to be how EVERYONE knows what you're doing (even if you don't!). There really is a lack of privacy. I don't know how it's done. If everyone's houses are bugged or what? Maybe the inconspicuous shoppers at Co-op have super hearing or something. I just know, I don't like it.
The only other thing bothering me is the people across the street and 4 houses down. They play the LOUDEST music into all hours of the morning approx 6 out of the 7 days a week. I swear they must deaf if I can hear it 4 houses away and I'm at 30% hearing loss.
It's boring here. And if it wasn't for getting a great job that I love and the 99 cent movie rentals, I might have already lost my mind.
For some reason I keep coming back even though I sometimes hate it here. I guess it's because it's still Home.
Being "Angela" Smart
I'd like to think I'm as smart as my sister who is convocating with distinction.
I didn't go to a single Sociology class and got an 88% on the final. Who does that??
People who are "Angela" smart.
Although, Angela would never not attend class or leave a semester of reading to the two days before the final. She wouldn't think that was smart. But I handled it magnificently.
I had a whole semester of sleeping in and doing whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing homework, while Angela slaved away at the computer. So maybe I'm smarter than Angela.
And maybe she's almost "Jennifer" smart.
I didn't go to a single Sociology class and got an 88% on the final. Who does that??
People who are "Angela" smart.
Although, Angela would never not attend class or leave a semester of reading to the two days before the final. She wouldn't think that was smart. But I handled it magnificently.
I had a whole semester of sleeping in and doing whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing homework, while Angela slaved away at the computer. So maybe I'm smarter than Angela.
And maybe she's almost "Jennifer" smart.
I need a Helicopter.
If I had a helicopter, there would be so many benefits, including:
-being able to fly over and not wait in traffic
-being able to use my helicopter to swoop down and scare people I don't like
-people would think I was important
-I would probably make lots of new friends because they'd want helicopter rides
-Zeke would like a helicopter ride
-If I was being chased, I would be uncatchable
-I could get places faster
-And who would steal a helicopter, almost no one because they wouldn't know how to drive it. And when they started it up, I'd know they were stealing it, because who else has a helicopter?
So needless to say, I've started saving. It's going to be a big adjustment from a Chevy Cavalier to a Helicopter, but it'll be worth it.
-being able to fly over and not wait in traffic
-being able to use my helicopter to swoop down and scare people I don't like
-people would think I was important
-I would probably make lots of new friends because they'd want helicopter rides
-Zeke would like a helicopter ride
-If I was being chased, I would be uncatchable
-I could get places faster
-And who would steal a helicopter, almost no one because they wouldn't know how to drive it. And when they started it up, I'd know they were stealing it, because who else has a helicopter?
So needless to say, I've started saving. It's going to be a big adjustment from a Chevy Cavalier to a Helicopter, but it'll be worth it.
A Non New Kids Concert
I just have to say it's weird to be at Credit Union Centre without seeing any "Click, Click, Click" shirts.
Angela and I attended the Montgomery Gentry concert. Very very different crowd.
No screaming soccer mom's. No Perez-type men in tight pink t-shirts. No bus stalking.
It was the "Craven crowd". Loud and rowdy. Let's get drunk and dance. Or beak the security.
It just doesn't have the same magical feeling as a New Kids on the Block concert.
And I'm still pissy that those RoadHammers broke my camera, probably from being so ugly. They are definitely no Jordan Knight.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Happy birthday Jordan Knight
Well, I have to make this a quick post, as I had too much wine out with my husband's aunt and uncle's (not really a wine drinker; now I know why - yaaaaawwwwwnnn...) so I am off to bed.
However, today is Jordan's 39th birthday. I remember when I was 12 and he was 20, that seemed like such a big age difference. But, now he is 39 and I am almost 31, so it's almost like we are the same age. So, not only is it his birthday, it is 6 months since that fateful day in the Chapters bookstore when I saw him in the flesh!! (see December posts for those details...)
http://angeandjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/jordan-our-all-time-favorite.html
It is so interesting to me that I remember his birthday, and, I also recall so vividly the one moment (10 minutes or less I'd say) we met. I mean, that is alot of power to have on another person isn't it? Do you think he wonders about the trance he puts women into? Here I am, a perfectly normal (I think) women blogging about him! I may be crazy. Or, maybe it's just the wine talking.
Friday, May 15, 2009
No Cruise For Me
So, tonight I was checking out the New Kid's twitter updates, and they have pictures from the cruise...DAMN! Why did I not spend $2000 on a ticket?! Five boy banders on a big cruise ship for four days!! Ack! I am so dumb to pass up the opportunity!
http://twitpic.com/598wc
Well, back to my snowy May long weekend in Saskatchewan, I guess.
Sorry blog readers for the delay in posting! Jen made a list of things to blog about, but we haven't gotten to it yet!
XOXO
Ange
http://twitpic.com/598wc
Well, back to my snowy May long weekend in Saskatchewan, I guess.
Sorry blog readers for the delay in posting! Jen made a list of things to blog about, but we haven't gotten to it yet!
XOXO
Ange
Monday, April 13, 2009
What Jen Will Always Remember from NKOTB Concert 2
The group of male fans in female shirts. So short I could see their hairy bellies.
I couldn't help but wonder how Donnie would feel knowing this hairy bellied guy was now his "property"
I also wondered how any man could wear a pink sparkle-y "Click, Click, Click" shirt and still respect himself.
Then I thought of my favorite blogger, Perez. He would soo be wearing the heck out of that shirt! And I judged a little less harsh.
The other thing that blew my mind was the lady that got on stage. She managed to get through security effortlessly and without getting taken down. What really made me jealous was when she got to be in the middle of their circle on the way down from the top stage to backstage.
YEAH!!! She was in the middle of the NKOTB huddle!!! WTF?! How do I get that to be me???
I think that's the only thing that could ever top meeting Jordan, and that would be it.
I couldn't help but wonder how Donnie would feel knowing this hairy bellied guy was now his "property"
I also wondered how any man could wear a pink sparkle-y "Click, Click, Click" shirt and still respect himself.
Then I thought of my favorite blogger, Perez. He would soo be wearing the heck out of that shirt! And I judged a little less harsh.
The other thing that blew my mind was the lady that got on stage. She managed to get through security effortlessly and without getting taken down. What really made me jealous was when she got to be in the middle of their circle on the way down from the top stage to backstage.
YEAH!!! She was in the middle of the NKOTB huddle!!! WTF?! How do I get that to be me???
I think that's the only thing that could ever top meeting Jordan, and that would be it.
Normal Women Will Stalk Tour Buses
Meet Tammy.
She is an educated, intelligent wife and mother of three young boys and an outstanding volunteer in her community.
And she is a bus stalker.
Like us.
In fact, when we met up with her and her two friends after the show, none of them had ANY hesitation when we suggested we stalk the buses parked outside. So, we stood there for what seemed like HOURS in the whipping spring wind to catch one look and wave from Joey McIntyre. Our photographic proof is sad:
One of these grey figures IS Joe. I swear it.
Thanks to Facebook, I see some girls got to meet Donnie before the show, right by the same buses where we froze our asses off after the concert!
I also did see a few ladies with VIP passes. I admit I felt a pang of jealously until I remembered just how much $375 US really is in Canadian dollars ... (think $450 - Yikes!)
This concludes our night of bus stalking. We then proceeded to drive to various Saskatoon hotels to find them, only to learn (thanks to Twitter) that they were in some downtown hotel the night BEFORE the concert, and were now on their way to Kelowna. Which is NOT where we were. So we called it a night.
Joey made some references to Saskatoon on Twitter - look back at the items discussing a distracting marker board that someone brought to the show; and Jon also "tweeted" about the sunset over the plains, and then some comments about ordering pizza. So, I guess that is proof they were really here, even if our stalking proved fruitless.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Screaming Women May Cause Hearing Loss
This being our second reunited New Kids concert, we were prepared for lots of screaming women, but really, Saskatoon was SO LOUD. Way louder than the Edmonton show last November. I guess Saskatchewan girls have good lungs.
Our seats were pretty good - Section D, row 1. Basically we were right across from row 25, but on a higher level. We have no videos because Mr. Security Man made a girl behind us delete her videos from her camera. So, we have just photos.
Anyway, opening act was Jabbawockeez, a dance troup. I mainly enjoyed their rendition of Beyonce's "Single Ladies", and the retro-80's songs sung by the likes of Bell Biv Devoe. Jen enjoyed the intermission. (Check out the lady in the pink tights. They were not that pink in person, trust me.)
They didn't open with "Single" like they did in Edmonton. I liked that opening better. But really, that's like saying I prefer full fat cheesecake over light cheesecake - I really love them both.
Me! With them! (Sigh...)
Jonathan (I sometimes wondered if he would have rather been sitting in the audience than onstage...)
Donnie (gave lots of love to Saskatoon...and had maple leaf boxers)
Jordan (also had maple leaf boxers...and is just entirely too gorgeous for any kind of description I can come up with)
Danny and Joe
B Stage - "lalalalalala Tonight ... " This was different from their Edmonton show. At that one, the B stage didn't go up and down. Of course they walked back to the main stage on the opposite side of us! 
The Money Shot ... so dreamy.
Homeboy
I'll Be Loving You (Forever)
The "Click Click Click" pose off took 3 attempts, with Jordan declared the winner!
Classic New Kids microphone pose:
Alas, all good things must come to an end. Donnie is putting on a Saskatchewan Roughriders hat in the second photo! 
This isn't the end of my New Kids day. But my husband and dog are feeling neglected, so coming up tomorrow: Bus Stalking 101.
Our seats were pretty good - Section D, row 1. Basically we were right across from row 25, but on a higher level. We have no videos because Mr. Security Man made a girl behind us delete her videos from her camera. So, we have just photos.
Anyway, opening act was Jabbawockeez, a dance troup. I mainly enjoyed their rendition of Beyonce's "Single Ladies", and the retro-80's songs sung by the likes of Bell Biv Devoe. Jen enjoyed the intermission. (Check out the lady in the pink tights. They were not that pink in person, trust me.)
They didn't open with "Single" like they did in Edmonton. I liked that opening better. But really, that's like saying I prefer full fat cheesecake over light cheesecake - I really love them both.
Me! With them! (Sigh...)
Jonathan (I sometimes wondered if he would have rather been sitting in the audience than onstage...)
Donnie (gave lots of love to Saskatoon...and had maple leaf boxers)
Jordan (also had maple leaf boxers...and is just entirely too gorgeous for any kind of description I can come up with)
Danny and Joe 
B Stage - "lalalalalala Tonight ... " This was different from their Edmonton show. At that one, the B stage didn't go up and down. Of course they walked back to the main stage on the opposite side of us! 
The Money Shot ... so dreamy.
Homeboy
I'll Be Loving You (Forever)
The "Click Click Click" pose off took 3 attempts, with Jordan declared the winner!
Classic New Kids microphone pose:
Alas, all good things must come to an end. Donnie is putting on a Saskatchewan Roughriders hat in the second photo! 
This isn't the end of my New Kids day. But my husband and dog are feeling neglected, so coming up tomorrow: Bus Stalking 101.
Getting Our Minds (and Hair) Right
Time now to recap for you the Saskatoon version of the New Kids on the Block concert. This post details, as Donnie says, "getting our minds right."
When you are in Saskatoon and need some hootchie factor for concerts, visit Jodi in Martensville. She has a salon in her basement, a really cute daughter, and she will make you iced tea or tea, whatever you prefer. This is Jodi making us iced tea.
(Note: in Canada, iced tea has sugar in it, it's not just cold tea. I am sure that is a Canadian-ism.) Anyway, we heart Jodi. As Jen says, "Jodi doesn't just give you a good hair cut, it's like a hair strategy."
These photos are proof that the hootchie factor exists.
Before (thanks Jodi for the leopard slippers):
I was actually afraid that when I went into the Midtown mall looking like this (yikes!) that I was going to run into Jordan. Can you imagine how terrible it would be to see your favorite boy band singer while in yoga pants without makeup!!?? It strikes fear into my heart.
After:
Our brother, who went to Credit Union Centre to get his Neil Young tickets, informed us that at 5:30 (two hours before the show), there were tons of "hot girls" waiting for the New Kids. Shout out if that was you.
We had supper before the show at the Radisson Hotel. Grant took this picture of us:
Service was SUPER slow at the hotel restaurant, but we made it to the show in time.
Note the large amount of minivans that appear to be surrounding us:
Inside the arena, there appeared to be similar groups of people: 1) guys who went with a girl because they were hoping to get lucky; 2) pregnant women; 3) VERY pregnant women; 4) guys looking to get lucky but not with ladies; 5) women who brought their kids (two girls in front of us had shirts that read "I Support My Mommy's NKOTB Obsession"); 6) and girls like us, many wearing old skool New Kids shirts from back in the day.
We also saw this group of ladies, all in matching shirts. Are they good or what!!??
NEXT POST: CONCERT TIME!
When you are in Saskatoon and need some hootchie factor for concerts, visit Jodi in Martensville. She has a salon in her basement, a really cute daughter, and she will make you iced tea or tea, whatever you prefer. This is Jodi making us iced tea.
(Note: in Canada, iced tea has sugar in it, it's not just cold tea. I am sure that is a Canadian-ism.) Anyway, we heart Jodi. As Jen says, "Jodi doesn't just give you a good hair cut, it's like a hair strategy."
These photos are proof that the hootchie factor exists.
Before (thanks Jodi for the leopard slippers):
I was actually afraid that when I went into the Midtown mall looking like this (yikes!) that I was going to run into Jordan. Can you imagine how terrible it would be to see your favorite boy band singer while in yoga pants without makeup!!?? It strikes fear into my heart.
After:
Our brother, who went to Credit Union Centre to get his Neil Young tickets, informed us that at 5:30 (two hours before the show), there were tons of "hot girls" waiting for the New Kids. Shout out if that was you.
We had supper before the show at the Radisson Hotel. Grant took this picture of us:
Service was SUPER slow at the hotel restaurant, but we made it to the show in time.
Note the large amount of minivans that appear to be surrounding us:
Inside the arena, there appeared to be similar groups of people: 1) guys who went with a girl because they were hoping to get lucky; 2) pregnant women; 3) VERY pregnant women; 4) guys looking to get lucky but not with ladies; 5) women who brought their kids (two girls in front of us had shirts that read "I Support My Mommy's NKOTB Obsession"); 6) and girls like us, many wearing old skool New Kids shirts from back in the day.
We also saw this group of ladies, all in matching shirts. Are they good or what!!??
NEXT POST: CONCERT TIME!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Happy New Kids Eve Everyone!
Yes, I know technically the holiday today is Good Friday, probably the most sacred day for us Christians, but, I can't help but get excited for the New Kids concert tomorrow in Saskatoon. So, that makes today News Kids Eve!! YAY!!
I admit it has taken me a while to remember the thrill of meeting Jordan Knight that one November day, but I am hoping to score some facetime with my favorite boy band in Saskatoon by lurking outside Starbucks and probably Credit Union Center. I mean, the bus has to roll up there sometime right? They played last night in Winnipeg, so possibly they could even be in Saskatoon RIGHT NOW! Doesn't that fill your 12-year-old heart with glee??!!
As Donnie would say, today I am going to "get my mind right" ... you can't just go into a New Kids concert feeling dreary and depressed that the sky is grey, you gained 10 pounds and you hate your job. You have to forgot about all that and enjoy the moment. Not a bad lesson to learn from a boy band.
I admit it has taken me a while to remember the thrill of meeting Jordan Knight that one November day, but I am hoping to score some facetime with my favorite boy band in Saskatoon by lurking outside Starbucks and probably Credit Union Center. I mean, the bus has to roll up there sometime right? They played last night in Winnipeg, so possibly they could even be in Saskatoon RIGHT NOW! Doesn't that fill your 12-year-old heart with glee??!!
As Donnie would say, today I am going to "get my mind right" ... you can't just go into a New Kids concert feeling dreary and depressed that the sky is grey, you gained 10 pounds and you hate your job. You have to forgot about all that and enjoy the moment. Not a bad lesson to learn from a boy band.
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