LaBlog part duece.

You know how you let something slip from your mind and then you find it again? It is that much better when you find it again too, someone fancy me on how that works.

Take away shows have not been forgotten, they just slipped my mind. And now lablog (for short) has a fully equipped YouTube channel. Go eat that up with your spoon-fork-knife, you indy kid, you!

Here's an amazing Stars one. Bon Apetit!

And one last one from someone I had never heard of.
Maybe I will go to Paris and just stalk cool alleys, restaurants with balconies or terraces and find a take away show.

She sounds like wild flowers and babies feet.

I saw this video on Girl'sGoneChild.
I couldn't just sit on this treasure and not share. Here's Misty's myspace page with more goodies.

I am going to pretend it's spring by turning on the heater, opening the blinds and lay on a blanket in the middle of the living room now. Enjoy your Friday, whenever it comes. (Because mine comes on Thursday's now.) Friday can be any day of the week if you think about it hard enough, but not too hard. Entiendes?

Speaking of Taylor...

On a side note... Tyler and I were in the car running errands last Monday getting ready for Thanksgiving. So, we are in the car getting on the I-215 going East. (Not that that's important, but my guy friends who are on missions would ask which way we were heading and where we were just to be jerks.) And Tyler looks at me and says, "I bet I know the words better to the new T Swift CD than you do." We had a challenge and I know all the words and he knew all the words. So it was a tie. He secretly loves her too.



And at that moment, I knew. I knew without a doubt that Tyler was the boy that I was supposed to marry. It was kind of a big moment. An "AHA" moment as Oprah would say.

La Blogotheque

I can not get over these. Really. I wish I could have invented this idea and made it great. Then I would get to experience it in person. Jealous.

All About Ingrid.

So here's another who I have adored musically, then seeing in person I thought, hey I want to be your best friend, in the totally non creeperton, I don't stalk you or anything- sort of way.

Too dang bad. Maybe if I stalked, I would have more success in the musically inclined, famous best friends. But then again, who's more fun than my best friends?

For the record, I am back in the business of getting the stupidest parking tickets if anyone wants to compare notes.

(AND this sign was not facing the entrance, just the exit, how was I supposed to be looking backwards while driving? Stupid. Oh well.)

Revisiting the "Peace Out" days.

We parked in a dark parking lot and we needed a last picture, ya know, just in case.

Half the fun of the show was the girls behind us in line. They were having the strangest conversations.

This song won my heart over in the friends contest. Tracy and I decided she could join us and Kylie for our usual Mama Chus outings.

Ingrid!

If you are near Utah on September 17th... Ingrid Michaelson: In the Venue.

Or you can just go get "Everybody". It won't let you down, promise.

There's something about a boy with a guitar.

(How could you not LOVE him? Really though.)

Last night was Keith Urban's concert in Salt Lake. Of course I was there.

This could possibly be the best song ever. I just screamed it with Lizi at the top of my lungs.

I don't have a voice or anything today. And I can't hear out of my left ear, but I could care less.

SOOOO GOOOOODDDDDD.

Missy Higgins

I have been obsessed for a while, but I think that she really is so good. I could rave for hours.

See for yourself.

Shnerf shnerf love her. Shnerf shnerf.