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NOFX @ Warehouse Ballroom in Houston

Last night Kent and I did something we have not done in a while... We went to see a good old fashioned punk show in downtown Houston, which was headlined by NOFX and also included No Use For a Name. NOFX was my favorite band in junior high and high school, and though I am not a huge fan of their new music (too political), I love their old albums. So, I bought tickets a couple of months ago, and last night we headed downtown. We almost decided to skip it because we were tired and wanted to stay home and watch a movie, which would have been a big mistake. I had a blast, though I can't say the same for Kent. The last time I saw NOFX was about 5 or 6 years ago, and I stood in the very front- which made it even better. But over time I forgot what being in the very front was like, with my arms and ribs squished into the metal guard railing and the force of hundreds of angsty teens behind me. So I decided to be in the very front again, and Kent got over it really fast and headed to the rear. I think I was kicked in the head about 20 times from crowd surfers, and today my forearms are sore and bruised from being pushed into the railing. But... I had a great time, and even caught the singer Fat Mike's guitar pick as he tossed it into the crowd. Whoopee. Kent was the best sport ever, and stood in the back trying to keep an eye on me the whole time. It was a good night, and it felt good to be around some California culture again. I took a bunch of pictures with my cell phone, but I have no idea how to transfer them to my computer. So just picture me squished in the front, yelling out lyrics with a big smile on my face :-)

Dad's Texas Birthday

Dad was here this week, which was extra special as he celebrated his ?? birthday. And since we know how much he loves his dog, I put Tilly the Boston Terrier on his cake. It was gooooooood.

West Coast Visitors!

This past weekend began a long and exciting line-up of visitors. Kent's mom Jenny came from Las Vegas for the weekend, and it was fantastic. We ate out a few times, rode the tourist boats on The Woodlands Waterway, watched a bunch of movies, and cooked manicotti for Kent. On Monday Jenny went home, and Grandma Jo and my cousin Jill Kinnoin flew in from Southern California. Today we went to Old Town Spring, which was built around 1900, and ate lunch, then hit up some ultra-girlie boutique shops.

Grandma Jo spotted the "Old Town Spring Post Office" from across the street and said she was going to go buy some stamps. I didn't pay much attention to where she was going, and when she came back, she said, "Oh, they are closed." The funny part is, that this post office is inoperable, and is simply a photo-op, as it was the post office back in the old days, It is just a wooden shack with some fake PO boxes, and a fake service window. I attached a photo of Jill and Grandma in front of the post office. Grandma makes everything more fun with her "Joanne-isms".