praisin at the church of reba.

here i sit at my computer on a saturday night listening to my queen sing her beautiful little heart out. oh how i absolutely adore her! as much as i love the wife, i'd leave her in a heartbeat for that fantastically feisty redhead. (sorry honey. i wub joo.) seriously though... i just watched her new video. suffice it to say, she is fucking HOT. jesus. you find me another 54 year as smokin hot as her. geesh!!

other than drooling over her (and lets not get me started on kelly!! *oh please let my prayers be heard by whatever higher power is out there, PLEASE PLEASE let kelly be a card carrying member of the lesbian brigade, please, please, please!!*) gawd i wish they'd tour together again, because both concerts that i saw of the 2 Worlds 2 Voices Tour were PHENOMENAL. my meeting her for the second time at one of those concerts has nothing to do with my opinion of that. yea, right. i can't even THINK that with a straight face.

ah okay, i must calm down. i tend to get myself worked up in a tizzy over them both, especially the redheaded one. but i digress, here i sit listening to her wondering if its time to dye my hair again. i'm feelin the auburn look again. thanks in part to mrs. mcentire. oh how i achingly wish i could pull off her particular shade of red but i'd look like some twilight character in doing that. a darker, non purple, auburn should suit me just fine. we shall see. i don't really have much to say tonight. i'm just bored stiff here at home, as i have already carried out my housewife chores by folding and putting up all of the laundry. that was a big enough task in itself!

note to reader: yes that IS me with reba and kelly. don't be jealous haters. that was my second time meeting reba. okay NOW you can be jealous haters. :-)

GISM #2 of 365:
i am grateful for reba mcentire. (obvious choice there.)

bliss.

so much to tell, let's see...
last friday finally rolled around and before you knew it,
we were scrambling to get in the car to head to charlotte, nc.
i made incredibly lame half-assed signs declaring,
"REBA AND KELLY OR BUST"...
it was too cute.

after traffic headaches and hiccups,
we finally made our way to the time warner cable arena.
unless you've previously been there,
its a bitch to find.
mapquest be damned.
it ended up with me looking at mapquest's directions in my hand,
honey driving,
us asking random people on the street for directions,
AND my mama on the phone with me looking up directions on her computer in Florence.

i tell you what though, it was WELL worth it.
melissa peterman (aka, Barbara-Jean) sucked BIGTIME.
and whoever the dumb fool it was about three to fours rows back of us
that was incessantly screaming,
"Barbara-Jean! Barbara-Jean! Barbara-Jean! Barbara-Jean! Barbara-Jean!"
i wanted to bitch slap a idiot.


joey and his crew arrived to the concert literally moments before reba and kelly graced the stage.
i took a few shots of him with my cell,
just to show my BFF, liz, his proximity to us.
that was cool.
he had third row seats.
< contains envy. >


they opened up with "Sweet Dreams," like they did in january.
most of the set was the same,
although they did change it up a bit.
and, great stars, was it ever for the better!!

kelly's swing song damn near was an orgasmic experience sent from Venus herself.
hot damn.
i KNOW i wasn't the only dyke in the house droolin like a rabid dog over that business!!
my honey's favorite bandmate, carmella,
was knocked up this time.
and my gosh, she WAS more beautiful than EVER.
i've never found her to be hot, like my honey does.
but i must confess, she wears pregnancy very well.




our seats were, i consider, amazing.
they were on the first tier off the ground directly to the right of the stage.
we were probably all of 25 feet from the queen of country and her princess of pop/rock.
let me tell you,...
ms kelly has put some weight on.
and great buddha!!
does it ever make her all the more appealing!!
she just keeps on getting hotter and hotter from my perspective!!


it seemed like the queen perhaps had a cold,
because when the lights went down,
you could see her blowing her nose.
it was kinda funny.
if thats what it indeed was,
you damn sure couldn't hear any difficulty as she sang.
like always with every concert,
her voice warmed up the further into the concert that it got.

i profusely thanked my honey for treating us to such an exquisite delicacy.
it meant a hell of a lot to me.
we got home around two a.m. that night,
only to awake a little after 9:30-9:45ish saturday morning.
my BFF, ashes, visited us for the day.
we procured her assistance in housework on the new abode.
she also acted as a critter courier,
delivering jackass to us from his kidnappers.
my mom said he did NOT want to get into the car with ashes.
but when ashes got out her truck when she arrived here,
lil jackson perked right up.
the little shit.
we were glad he was returned safely.

all of our pets are happy as they can be now.
pussy has clean water, so he's swimming as much as his hearts' content.
kitty-kitty is kneading everywhere, now that she sleeps indoors because its too cold out.
her personality is coming out now.
she's such a sweetheart.
...but i still think she's evil, reguardless what honey says.
jackson's happy to be reunited with harley farley and cheryl.
and harley couldn't give a shit less that jackson's back.
he just gives a damn about finding a warm lap and a blanket.
ah. splendid bliss.









**a special thanks to joey for the pictures**