This is one I should have had on my Life List but was scared to put it on in case it never happened: see Elton John in concert. Along with Eric Clapton, Elton John has been at the top of the list of musical artists I wanted to see live. So a couple of months ago when Wes heard that he was coming to town (though I don’t know where he heard it since there seemed to be no publicity on it) we snatched up tickets as soon as they were available.
The show was scheduled for 8 o’clock but we assumed, like all concerts, that it wouldn’t start on time. Elton John, though, is a professional and when we walked in at 8:15 he was already rocking out.
I’m not convinced lilac is a good color on me.
He played for two hours straight. Some songs we knew and some we didn’t because when you see someone who’s been performing that long there’s bound to be some music that you don’t know.
After every song he stood up from his piano and pointed at the crowd and bowed, seemingly genuinely enthused that we had all come out for his show.
So basically, I slept with Elton John is what I’m trying to say.
(All photos from my iphone because I didn’t think cameras would be allowed in. I was wrong and I think the moral of the story is that I should always have a real camera with me.)
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He’s so dark that everything else is washed out in order to get all his features.
When the first movie came out we were in Idaho for Christmas where we watched Sherlock Holmes. Before we went into the movie I snapped a very similar picture of Wes posing with the Chipmunks. This year we were able to get another picture while on our way to see Sherlock Holmes.
Having this display of Christmas cards makes me smile every time I look at it.
That’s peanut butter ice cream for the pups.
I call him Frances and my new glasses look perfect on him.
We gave them candy cane shaped braided raw hide bones for Christmas and they weren’t without them until they were gone.
The old gang together again to celebrate the New Year.
Having a friend who works at Coach is getting dangerous.
We finally stepped up our Christmas game and decided to get a real tree. It made all the difference in the holiday.
This sign sat outside my office building for two days before it was taken away. I tried to get Wes to pick me so that we could take it home but he declined.
We were given three bottles of wine for our wedding and decided to finally open one and have a fancy dinner.
One of Wes’ coworkers worked in Louisiana for a couple of years and missed their delicious shellfish. He ordered all of this and had a cookout. Everything was delicious. Spicy but delicious. We ate way too much but it was worth it.
Three days after getting our tree we finally decorated it.
I just looked through all of the 365 Photo Project posts and realized that a few were mislabeled and one week is even missing. So here it is, Week 13.
I used to sell Ice Cream Potatoes at the fair in the summer. I can’t believe how many times Wes has been to Boise and I’ve not taken him to get one.
I’m not sure how this works but when I took this picture the propeller blades were visible but when I was just looking out the window they were a blur.
Efes finds the coolest places in the apartment so he’s taken to sleeping on the stairs. Something about the cool places he finds, though, is just sad. They’re out of the way and I picture him telling his other dog friends, “These people I’m staying with are just awful. They make me sleep on the stairs and in corners while their dog gets her pick of three beds!” (Yes, she has her choice of three beds: one upstairs in our bedroom, her bed in the living room and Efes’ bed, which is entirely too warm for him to even care about.)
Both Wes’ dad and his uncle have been diagnosed with prostate cancer so this year Wes decided to get his job site involved in Movember. They raised $1,660, including $180 from the winner who generously put all his winnings back in. I’m incredibly proud of my husband for spearheading this and am looking forward to seeing how it evolves through the years. I’m not terribly sad to see the ‘stache gone, though.
Usually when I come home Tsunami is at the backdoor waiting for me to let her in. This time I had the back door shut before she realized that I was home. I’m not sure what was on the other side of that fence but she was certainly interested in it.
We have a friend staying with us and this is her dog, Efes. He is one big ball of fur. He’s so well-behaved, which Tsunami is doing her damnedest to fix by teaching him how to dig. But before you start to feel too bad for his owner let me tell you that he’s trying to convince Tsunami that it’s okay to wrestle on our bed when it’s totally not okay.
We were really excited about cold weather.
The Sunday before we left we all drove out to the middle of nowhere to shoot some guns (we were in Boise, after all). After our wedding last summer Wes sent his gun home with my dad. We brought the gun out but my dad forgot the magazine so we had to load it one bullet at a time. Wes had been putting the bullets in his jacket pocket to reload easier. When we got the airport on Tuesday morning TSA pulled him aside to search his bag. “Do you hunt?” they asked him. When he said no they cut straight to the chase: “Is there any reason you would have a bullet in your bag?” One little bullet had gotten lost in his jacket pocket. They took the bullet and his information and then let him go. He’s convince the mustache helped him out.
Am I caught up yet? Ugh, no. But close.
I am so far behind in these photos so I’m going to break them up into two weeks at a time.
I find that if I go straight into the office instead of downstairs, I actually get something done on my days off.
Cloudy walk with Tsunami
I usually take my camera with me to work but on Thursday I found myself thinking that I usually take the same route during lunch and on my way to the bus stop I’m too loaded down with bags and mail to be able to take my camera out. I thought I’d used all my photo opportunities up. So of course when I got to the bus stop that morning this tiny little bush was making a great shadow on this woman’s pants. iPhone to the rescue.
From the new farmers’ market that finally started just a mile from home. It’s on Thursday which is kind of a bummer, but at least I don’t have to drive 30 minutes to the nearest one. One egg is free range from the market and one is organic (in probably the least hippie sense of the word) from Costco. I’m definitely making the switch to free range local eggs.
This is Molly, our neighbor’s tea cup Chihuahua. And Tsunami, being submissive to her, even though this photo makes her look indifferent. She spent the better part of the afternoon alternately trying to play with her and hiding behind Wes because she doesn’t know how to play with something that size.
It finally rained last night and we hope there’s more to come. Anything to break up the every day sunshine. I know some people might be screaming at me to just enjoy the sun and all that. But every day? It just gets old. Variety is the spice of life.
Pictures posted in a timely fashion? Who am I and how long will this last?
Harbor Seal at the Honolulu Aquarium
I babysat on Monday and took the kids to the Honolulu Aquarium in Waikiki where I thought we would spend hours. Instead we spent an hour, which included the 20 minute apple break near the big-fish tank. It’s small, is what I’m saying. But the kids enjoyed it and I got to see a Harbor Seal.
Antler chew toy for Tsunami
You don’t take self-portraits at the dog park? You’re doing it wrong.
I’I’m trying not to think about how many cockroaches there probably are in the lawn.
This is our friends’ dog, Toto. She likes to suck on her toys and blankets for comfort.
The only shot I took yesterday because I was so tired from the triathlon I did.
Some day I’ll get back on track with this. Until then,three weeks at a time will have to do.
Looking back, I think she may have been rolling around on a dead slug. She’s been doing that a lot lately.
A Christmas gift from Wes’ grandparents that we finally used to watch football. I would have preferred a pub-themed party, but we have been holding on to them for an awfully long time.
I went to a late-night BBQ at my neighbors while Wes was out of town. We got drunk and kicked out two panels in the fence to let the pups play. Good idea at the time, but less good when all three dogs were running in and out of our dog door. Don’t worry, they’re back in now.
Did I not tell you I am obsessed with Michael Scofield? I watched nearly an entire season while I was recovering from the fence-breaking party. It felt right that my daily photo should be him.
Yes, I went to Vegas and had dinner at Roy’s.
Even though our fence is back intact, we still get the pups together to run around in the front yard. Prince, the little one, can keep up when Tsunami takes off and having him yap at her heels keeps her running. She’s exhausted when we separate them.
Whenever Tsunami gets too tired to run around she heads straight for this fern bush. She knows it’s the safe zone, but Titan didn’t get the memo and she ends up just getting slammed into because Titan just wants to play.