They will always be my favorite.

I am home from Indiana, where I just had an amazing weekend. My weekend had ALL the elements: laughter, tears, suspense, elation, and maybe even a little heartbreak. 

You see, there was this business of getting engaged, and well, that may have not turned out as I had planned.....whateves. I've decided to forgive him. For now. One day he will come to his senses. 

But anyways, back to the weekend at hand. The night I had been planning on for months! And I came prepared...

 You know sometimes you have to make sure people know you are certifiable.

So with that fact established, Jo and I had time to kill.

Actually, it seems we killed time most of the day.

And guess what you do when you have lots of time on your hands and only two people at an event? You take way too many pictures is what you do.

But thankfully there's this fun thing that happens at concerts.

You run into people you know!

And in a flurry of excitement, you scream and attack them whilst half of your items fall out of your purse.

 The way I attacked Jami you would have thought I hadn't seen her in 24 years.

Listen, I was excited.

So after the last picture was taken, we finally headed to our seats.

WHERE WE HAD MORE TIME TO KILL.  But guess what?

HE WAS WORTH THE WAIT.

Sigh.

As you can see we weren't super close to the stage

But still good seats.

And let me tell you something right now

They still got it.

I sang out as loud as I could all night long, and don't think I ever sat down.

Yes indeedy, they will always be my favorite.

And this will go down as one of my favorite nights e-ver.

It's almost that time!

So, it's almost that time. 

Because this time tomorrow, I will be headed to the land that flows with milk-and-honey to make the engagement, official. 

Can you understand my crazy?

I would imagine the girls who squealed over Elvis would understand me, or maybe the screaming Beetles fans? Yes, I suppose every generation has their Justin Biebers and Harry Styles.

But mine?

A beautiful ode to the hideous hair band days.

No, it may not be classic what I'm loving here

But you tell me, who can explain love?

Until we meet....

He finally noticed

YOU GUYS, I'm down to a week until I get engaged and finally fulfill my destiny as Mrs. Jon Bongiovi  (If you were his almost wife, you would know that his given name is indeed, John Francis Bongiovi) 

You all know I decided to go ahead and make an official announcement on my ghetto-fabulous calender, because I wanted to see how long it would take for the realsie hubs to notice...

And it was just under a week before I noticed a reply...

And in case you can't read his writing: Let the kids and I know where to send flowers. 

Tee hee. I love my, I-have-an-isane-wife-and-I-dont-mind-husband.

Hold on tight Jon! I'm a comin'!!

It's March 1, do you know what that means?

I switched over our little ghetto calender to the new month, and I decided that I should make a little game out of this month....

With my impending JBJ concert is just a couple weeks away, and impending engagement, because we all know I'm getting engaged, right? Right. I decided I should go ahead and make the announcement official on my ghetto-fabulous calender. 

And now I will wait to see how long it takes Paul to notice...

And unless he reads my blog, I'm thinking he may never notice. But I will be sure and keep you posted on that one.

YOU GUYS.

I'm geting excited!!

The countdown to JBJ is on.

Part of me feels like I should qualify or explain what I'm about to post, but surely if you know me, you know this is in fun. So here goes...

 There are a few basic facts that most people know about me, the same way I'm sure most people know the basics about YOU.

 For instance, I'm a christian, my nickname is Gin or G, I like to dance, I cry easily, my earrings are large, I have two children whom I adore, I have a husband whom I've given many nicknames, and I have this teeny-tiny obsession with one known as, Jon Bon Jovi.  You know, just the basic common knowledge stuff. 

Everyone knows this about me, but especially my family.  My dad emailed me an article about him just last night....

When I see a picture of him, I still get that school girl feeling

That exact one that began in 1986, as I've already discussed before. 

THIS is the group that got this chubby girl to perk up and pay attention.

And here we are, 27 years later, and I'm still paying attention.

We have a date with destiny on March 17, and I may be slightly excited about this. OH MY GAW.

I haven't seen them in concert in many years, and who knows, this may be my last JBJ concert e-ver. So a countdown to JBJ is on....SQUEEEEEE!