Marital Unfaithfulness

Daddy took Kaya to the store, they had some Daddy-daughter time. A conversation about marriage developed and Daddy explained how a husband and wife promise to love each other, exclusively for the rest of their lives.

Kaya pondered it for a moment, and then asked, "So they are *only* supposed to love each other? No body else?"

"Well," he clarified, "we are supposed to love everybody. We love God, we love you kids, we love our friends and family, we're even supposed to love our enemies. But we have a special kind of love that we save for just each other."

Kaya looked down heartened. Her face grimaced, displaying the inner turmoil as she decided whether or not she should say what she ultimately decided she had to. "Dad, I have to tell you something important. Mummy is in love with another man."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know what his name is, but I know Mummy is really in love with him. In the way that she loves you. He plays guitar and she listens to his music really loud in the house."

Rene felt instantly relieved. "Oh, you mean Nuno Bettencourt? Yeah, she'll never love me as much as him. I accepted that a long time ago."

I'm not sure what lesson Kaya will learn from that encounter...








Hey, I was in love with Nuno since I was like 12, and my Dad took me to an Extreme concert. I wasn't interested in boys before that point. But, I mean, look at him!









And check him out in action



here he is just talking and being yummy


I rest my case.


But ya know what? Gosh darn it, this guy still wins my heart beat every time.



Hubba hubba. You're better than Nuno any day, babe. <3

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I have no pictures

I have no pictures for today's post, but I have much to tell.

Mum and the Davids left on Wednesday morning, to visit family in MN. We expected them back on Saturday night.

Soon after they left, I started to feel very ill, with UTI like cramps and back pain. I suspected a kidney infection and tried cranberry juice (100%), cranberry capsules and lots of water. I got very fluish and feverish and on Thursday afternoon we decided enough is enough and I went to the walk in clinic, confirmed the kidney infection and picked up some antibiotics. Turns out they weren't a type that's safe for breastfeeding so I had to call in (who am I kidding, I had Rene call in for me - I don't do phones, remember?) for some plain old amoxycilin which I picked up on Friday.

So, Friday afternoon, I'm still feeling pretty rough but I decided to go ahead and get out of the house. I've had a couple days in bed and the house is trashed, and I was fed up. Still feeling pretty ill, but needing some sunshine. We headed out to a friend's little girl's birthday party. They kids loved it and some of their favorite people were there, but we didn't have much time before we had to head off, because I had a concert to go to.

Vota were playing an open air, FREE concert in Lincoln. Vota used to be called Casting Pearls, but I think people kept confusing them with Casting Crowns so they changed their name. Anyway, they were one of my fav bands even when I lived in Scotland, and I moved to Lincoln before realizing they are from Lincoln! In fact, the lead singer, Bryan Oleson goes to my church, and my kid is in Sunday school with his kid! They're touring the USA just now, but stopped by their hometown for a quick freebie. I was SO BUMMED when I realized I forgot my camera. So no pics. And it was open air and fantastic cloud cover, I could have got some AMAZING pics. Man oh man. I kicked myself so hard.

But we all had a great time. Other than me feeling unwell, it was a lot of fun. There was a bouncy castle (for free) for the kids and a coloring table, and Turtle utterly enjoyed himself singing and dancing and clapping his hands and flirting with old ladies. I'm tellin' ya, he's exactly like his Dad in personality!

On the way home, we drove through down town and noticed some sort of festival was on (jazz fest?) and we decided to be spontaneous at 10pm and find a place to park and check it out. It seemed like fun. So we started driving along the one way systems, with our windows down so we could hear the live music. Then Rene casually says to me, "My wallet just flew out the window"

"What?"

"My wallet just flew out the window"

He was doing that whole pretend-to-be-casual-because-you're-actually-freaking-out-so-much-you're-off-the-scale-for-freak-outness thing. And he started driving through the one way system to try to get back to the road so he can get his wallet. It was taking forever, and Rene was worrying the whole time about his ID and his greencard etc etc.

Finally we get close and he pulls over in an illegal space and jumps out of the car and starts running faster than his legs can keep up. I watched him trip up, fall on all fours and then tumble completely over and continue to roll. He almost rolled onto the road full of traffic! It was a really bad fall and looked incredibly painful. I saw ER bills flash before my eyes. I screamed and panicked. I didn't want to leave the kids in an illegally parked space with the keys in the car to run to Rene, so I just got out of my door and stood right by it and yelled out to him, "are you ok?!"

He got up with an insane look on his face and just started running. He still didn't have his wallet. He ran onto the road like a school boy playing chicken, swiped his wallet and bolted back to the car, laughing like a mad man. The kids and I were beside ourselves with worry, and Rene seemed to have completely overdosed in adrenaline and endorphins. I asked if he needed me to drive, even though I was in pain and ill and not quite fit to drive. But he assured me he was ok. And he gave me a "mwa ha ha ha ha" to punctuate it.

About 5 minutes into our drive home (we decided to skip jazzfest afterall and just head home) after continually telling us he was fine, and giggling like a little girlie, suddenly he sobered up and suddenly burst out with, "Owch, now it hurts.

He made it home and as he pulled into our drive we noticed Mum and Davids' car in our drive! They came back a day early and decided to surprise us! I ran in ahead of them all and started cleaning. Because the place got so messy while I was in bed these past couple days and we had plans to clean it up Saturday afternoon. It was so nice to see them early though.

We listened to their stories about their trip while I cleaned up my husband's bloody leg and he told stories about his (different kind of) trip. We laughed and then headed to bed. And here I am in bed, and I thought I'd type this up first. Because it was quite eventful and worth mentioning. I just wish I had photos. Kick kick.

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Concert

Saturday afternoon, I sat down to write a grocery list, we were planning to leave right after to do the shopping. It takes me about an hour to write the list (I am trying to plan a diverse, wholesome, tasty weekly menu using mostly whole foods, vegetarian and also on a tight budget. It takes some planning to make it work!) By the time I had finished the list I had muscle aches, chills, a sinus headache and felt dizzy. Not just because I hate grocery shopping, but because I was fast coming down with an infection.

I went straight to bed where I pretty much stayed until today. Rene took the day off yesterday, he wasn't feeling good either, plus he helped take care of us. I'm still feeling pretty rough, but was at least up and about today. Poor Lana though, she had it for a couple days before I got it and is still extremely ill.


Anyway, enough moaning. I went to a concert on Thursday night, back when I still felt great! I had an awesome time. It was one of my favourite bands, Vota (previously called casting pearls), who I loved when we lived in Scotland, they were one of the first bands I ever paid for music to put on my ipod. I love them. Then I discovered last year they were from Lincoln, NE. Woah. Then recently I learned they are from my church!! I often see the lead singer picking up his kids from the same Sunday school as me, and I'm standing right next to him, feeling star struck. It's soooooooo cool.
Anyway they were the support band. And they were awesome.




And then the main act was David Crowder Band. I've always thought they were okish, wrote good material but I wasn't blown away by the band itself. But I was very impressed with their live performance. Such an awesome atmosphere in that place, so worshipful. It really enjoyed it.

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Saudades de Rock

It all started when an 11 (ish) year old girl was invited to a concert by her Dad, and wanted to go for the bonding experience though she knew little about the band. The band was Extreme, the girl was some chick called Mary-Lee.

Ok I was just being obscure, the girl was me.

I remember Dad telling me I'd come away from the concert with a crush on the guitar player, Nuno. I was not interested in boys and was certain he was wrong. I guess I hadn't figured out yet that Dads know everything and are always right.

I came away from the concert in love with Nuno and obsessed with Extreme; an obsession to last through my teenage years. I had all the posters covering my walls, I wore extreme t-shirts every day - even when they were paper thin and covered in holes, I learned to play their tunes on guitar and piano, I knew all the lyrics, I married a balloon called Nuno and made my family join in the ceremony - you know, all the usual stuff.


Then I matured and grew to be above and beyond all that. I got married for real, had kids, achieved nirvana and all that. But on the 12th August 2008 (my daughters 6th birthday by co-incidence), my husband blew that all out of the water for me when he opened up his laptop and played a dramagods (Nuno's post extreme music band, which are kinda cool) song, Interface - except MUCH better than the way dramagods played it! Rene had a sheepish look on his face and wanted to see whether I'd figure out who it was.

"Is that Nuno and Gary doing a dramagods song?"
Close enough. It was a track from Extreme's NEWEST ALBUM Saudades de Rock, released that day. And it rocked my socks off. The boys are back, and better than ever. Gary's vocals are astounding, Nuno's strutting his stuff on his 6 string as always, Pat is short haired and his funky bass lines sound as good as ever alongside Nuno's make-your-blood-pump rhythm guitar riffs. I loved Paul Geary, but I must admit, this drummer boy, Kevin Figueiredo, is pretty awesome.

This album shows Extreme's musical diversity at its best, while staying true to their queen-influenced sound with excellent harmonies and musical arrangements.

I listen to this album and I feel like a teenager again. I wanna go stick up a bunch of posters and find me a balloon to marry!

http://extreme-band.com/site/

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I'm a proud big sister

My wee brother has followed in my foot steps and become a drummer (a better one than me!) and is now in a band at 11 years old.


Check out the Flaming Revolvers
http://www.reverbnation.com/flamingrevolver



I think he's pretty awesome for an 11 year old! And I'm thrilled to see him leaning towards hard rock rather than the neddy type music. Ah yes he's made his big sister proud.

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