In keeping with Blurker Amnesty Week, today I would like to focus on those of you using RSS Readers to view this site. Consider it a sort of poll if you will, you would really make me happy if you would take a minute or two and actually visit the site to comment on this post. I’m curious to see how many people read it via a feed reader instead of hitting the actual site.
Ready… set… GO! Blurker amnesty – it’s safe to comment. Come on in, the water’s fine…
The Manilow concert was fantastic. I mean, REALLY, REALLY FANTASTIC. I am a certified Fanilow now. Ok, it’s not like I wasn’t one before … but now I’ve proven it to the rest of the world. We were on the floor in seats that were so good, I could see the wrinkles on Barry Manilow’s pants. That good. And the music? Oh my goodness. I’ve waited close to 30 years to hear that music live, and it was so worth it. I flicker’ed the whole thing (the links are over in the sidebar), and we called Mandy for … well, “Mandy” of course, and Kymberlie for “Copacabana”. We were at the end of our row, and the row was two seats shorter than the row in front of us – so we had plenty of room to dance in the aisle. I sang to every song I knew, loud and probably off key. I didn’t care. There was even new music (the songs I didn’t sing to) from the upcoming Manilow musicals.
The kicker for me had to be when the gay couple sitting behind us got up and danced with us, and told me that it was so much fun sitting by us for the concert. They tried to tell me that I had tears in my eyes at the end of “I Write the Songs” … I tried to deny it, but come on… he writes the songs of love and special things. He writes the songs that make the young girls cry. How could I not be moved by that?
I’ll write more tomorrow about my amusing memories of my favorite songs from my childhood – but I think that “I Write the Songs” has to be one of my all-time favorites. It was a fabulous ending for a fabulous concert. I’m still buzzing, and it’s been over for a few hours now. What a thrill!
We love you, Barry!!! Whooo hooooooooo!!!
Thanks to Sara, I’ve learned that this week has been declared Blurker Amnesty Week! Yo! You! There in the corner? Long time listener, it’s time to be a first time caller. I want to know that you are out there, so give it up and leave a comment. It’s ok. We love you.
As I said back in 2002, you can avoid the blurker label. It’s quick. It’s easy. It’s painless. It takes seconds to leave a comment and hit submit (especially thanks to the whiz-bang speed of WordPress) and I think you should go for it. Oh, wondering what a blurker is? It was coined (at least for me) by the ultimate blurker herself, Liz. Mike & I just worked on writing up the definition:
Blurker (BLUR-kur): n. 1. One who reads many blogs but leaves no evidence of themselves such as comments behind; a silent observer of blogs. 2. One who reads many blogs but has no blog of their own; a blog-watcher or blog voyeur.
It’s ok to be a blurker, but it’s a good idea to come out into the light every once in awhile. Here is your chance – with amnesty even!
For many years, I wondered. How would I know when I met “the one”? How could I be sure that when I got married again, I would do it right? I didn’t want to mess up again. I wanted to be sure. Sure, when you are a Libra that weighs and analyzes everything, can be a very difficult thing to find. There are not too many “sure things” in my lift – that is why I somedays make quick decisions, because if I mull over things, I will simply never decide.
However, I pretty much knew that Mike was the one from the day I met him. I fought it for awhile even, because I had been in a bad relationship for several years, and even after a year-long hiatus from dating, I was … scared. But you can’t fight a good thing. Even I am not that silly.
So here we are, almost at our 6 month wedding anniversary. Just a few weeks away. I’ve never had a moment of regret, and if you know Mike, you understand why. He is nothing short of fabulous. But it’s actually the little things that often are truly telling of a person’s character. I said to Ann this summer while we were in London that Mike was truly special because he stops and waits for me to take pictures. I first discovered this wonderful trait in him when we went to Galveston last summer, and he stopped the car not just once, but twice in the same day to let me take photographs.
As I posted the Mile Zero photo earlier tonight, it brought back those memories once again. Mike is so patient when we travel together, sometimes even pointing out things that I might want to photograph. He never complains, even when I wander off to get just the right shot. And when we pass by something that I want to capture in a picture, he stops the car for me.
You just thought I was a lucky woman for having such a fabulous husband. Really, you have no idea… As I go through and update Pixelog daily, it is a lot of fun for me because I get to relive a lot of good memories from the past year. It’s been a whirlwind – from us getting engaged, to planning the wedding, to buying the house, to the wedding itself, our honeymoon, and the first 6 months of married life. Going through these photos gives me a chance to remember the little moments. It’s a nice feeling – I hope you enjoy sharing the memories with us.
21 hours and counting until Barry Manilow. I CAN’T WAIT!!! I need to go and listen to my Manilow CD so I can brush up on all the lyrics…
By the way, be sure to visit the site and check out the clip for “Copacabana 2005 Dance Mix”. I love it!