New Moon On Monday

OK, it's Thursday. So sue me...

In November I mentioned that I was going to a Bon Jovi concert at the end of February. Apparently I am living the entire 80’s music scene all over again.

This week, one of the local radio stations had Duran Duran in studio- or rather Simon Le Bon and some new guitarist named Dom Brown since Andy Taylor is too strung out to be part of the band any longer. It was awesome! I sat in the car outside of work early, just to hear it.

Back in the day, I was a HUGE fan of Duran Duran thanks to my friend Stephanie’s older sister, Jen and her best friend Julie. We were in junior high school- insignificant and awkward, but Jen and Julie were high-schoolers and incredibly cool. Julie even worked at the local radio station and got to occasionally fill in as a DJ under her air name Julie Duran. So when they told us we needed to love Duran Duran, we of course, took their advice. Rooms were plastered with the requisite Tiger Beat and Teen magazine photos – songs were recorded off the radio using a tape recorded held up to the speaker after we called in and requested their latest hit – dances were choreographed to Union of the Snake – The latest James Bond Film (A View to a Kill) was seen because the theme song was performed by Duran Duran. The only thing I never got to do was see them in concert- a victim of my own youth and the fact that Duran Duran didn’t perform anywhere within 400 miles of my hometown.

Most of my friends were gaga over the pretty-boy John. I preferred the silent Roger and practically fainted over the ruggedness of Simon. So what if his pitch is only fair even on the best days.

And sure, as I have gotten older, I have lived in places where I could have seen a concert. But for a while, in an attempt to move past their youthful foolishness, Duran Duran made the unfortunate decision not to play any of their old hits in concert. Roger and Andy left the band. Then John did. Simon and Nick carried on but ran through drummers and guitarists and bass players like a bad version of Spinal Tap. I just couldn’t bring myself to see them live.
Are you fascinated by this yet? I thought so.

Anyway, at some point the boys woke up, realized they weren’t going to have a career without their old fans and reunited the band – although Andy never quite made it back – and started playing their old hits again. Turns out, everybody still wanted to hear them.

Now they have a new album and a new tour starting later in the year. Wanna go with me? Come on, you know you want to…

Yeah!

Anybody notice it's snowing outside? :)

The best thing about my little desk at my little office is that I have a window in front of me that my desk is shoved up against. (Note: I realize the grammar police would quickly ticket me for this sentence since it should read "against which my desk is shoved" or something like that- but it sounds ridiculous, so instead you get bad grammar.)

Anyway, it sure looks pretty outside- too bad I forgot my boots -I'd take a walk in it before the girls got out of school and daycare.

Makes me feel like I'm in Maine -although in Maine right now they have something like 3 1/2 feet of snow on the ground.

If you are in Maryland, I hope you have the chance to enjoy it while it lasts.

Now We Are Six

It's a little late, but here are a few highlights from the Pickle's pet-themed party:

            Mmmmm...butter cream frosting

   What dreams do 6 year olds wish for?

     15 kids do some damage to a cake.

 A little swag left over from The Golden Globes.

The best part of a big sister's birthday - the cheesy puffs!

Happy birthday Pepper!  We love you!