I haven’t had anything to say for awhile now. Shauna covers it all pretty well, but I think she’d keep this one under wraps.
Not me.
Sunday is laundry day in our household. Every week, nearly without fail, we have between three and five loads. During the winter, Shauna’s loads get larger due to her washing every sweater she owns. Me, I’m still in shorts and t-shirts.
Somehow this week, Shauna had 15 pairs of socks in the wash. Remember now, we did laundry last Sunday, there are only seven days in a week, and Shauna only has two feet.
I do not understand this. At all. Not even a little.
Me? I only had six pair in the wash. Apparently I forgot to wear socks one day.
Not only did Shauna take me out to JD Hoyt’s, a fantastic supper club in downtown Minneapolis, for my birthday, she managed to outdo herself in the birthday present department.
This year I was lucky enough to receive a gift certificate to Amazon so I can purchase more rare, out-of-print (crappy) CDs. She also got us tickets to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra holiday show at the XCel in December. I really can’t wait for this show. Maybe we’ll make it a holiday extravaganza and go see Trailer Trash do their 15th annual “Trashy Little X-Mas Show” at Lee’s Liquor Lounge the night before. The two may not be the same, but seeing Trailer Trash sing The Grinch should be as much fun as Trans-Siberian Orchestra playing Christmas Eve in Sarejevo. Maybe not.
Great, thoughtful gifts from my wonderful wife.
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My favorite birthday memories are my 29th and 30th birthdays. Number 29 was my golden birthday, so Shauna and my family planned a great surprise party for me. Invites went out without my knowledge and after Shauna tipped me off that there would be a party, there was weeks of guessing on my part. The day of the party Shauna and I left work to swing by our apartment to change, and everyone was already in the courtyard of our complex. Complete surprise.
My 30th was on an island in the middle of a lake with only canoe access to arrive. There must be a post of this in the archives, maybe Shauna will even link to it later, since I’m not sure I know how to do it. But, rest assured, it was a great time if memory serves. And it doesn’t after that night.
Overheard this weekend while lying in our tent at 6:15AM:
Jason: “What are you doing with your eyes open at this time of the morning?”
Shauna: “…just trying to listen to everything, baby.”
No kidding.
Looking through my CD collection last weekend I found two CDs from a band named Stone Bogart. Here’s their own bio:
“Stone Bogart was a sexy and talented band from Wisconsin then they moved to Arizona then they moved to Hollywood. We released some CD’s and played more shows than most bands will ever play over an 8 year period. Then some people quit. Now we are done existing as a band. But we live on here…as your friend! :::ALERT::: We are currently available for reunion shows. For the small price of $100,000 we will play a 13 minute set at your house for you…but none of your friends.”
Great band; great sense of humor.
I was looking into what they are doing now and found their bassist, Travis Randall, is busy with a new band. Check out Black Rattle. They are America’s premier heavy metal children’s band. This clip is from the end of Greg Behrendt’s stand-up DVD. Greg fronts the band, and Robbie Rist, who played Cousin Oliver on the Brady Bunch, is the drummer.
Stone Bogart’s lead singer, Sean Anders, wrote, directed and stars in Never Been Thawed. I wouldn’t do it justice if I described it as a movie about collectors of frozen dinners, who also happen to be a vulgar Christian rock band.
If you have time, check them out. If it’s not for you, I didn’t tell you to see it.
