Monday, monday, it's here to stay. This song is always in my head on Monday mornings...guess the Mama's & the Papa's musta felt the same way about Mondays as the rest of us...only they thought to write a song that spent a lotta time at the top of the charts. I'd imagine they didn't mind Monday's so much after that!
Had a pretty wild weekend...feels that way today anyway. Had another late nite Friday waiting on Taylor to get home from the game. She's 14 and not gettin home til after 2 am. Almost sounds familiar. 'Bout had to surgically remove my head from the pillow bright and early Saturday morning. Finally got the troops organized and out the door an hour later than I was supposed to. We spent the rest of the day at Rock the River with friends. It was fun, despite the rain that just wouldn't quit. Thank goodness the stadium was covered. It was nice to see such a good turnout for the benefit. Amanda won fifty bucks in a drawing...appropriate, I thought, since it was her birthday. I've gotten used to never winning a thing yet I always fill out the little slips anyway. Must still have some hope somewhere in here!
Hannah House is a pregnancy crisis center in Fort Smith. They do such an awesome work in this area, helping teen moms and moms-to-be get their feet back under them and givin' em hope for a future again. I loved hearing the girls stand and tell their stories of how the center had changed their lives and empowered them to offer a life for their children. I gotta soft spot for teen moms havin' been there myself. I remember how scary it is when you feel like ya got nowhere to turn. Absolutely a needed ministry and it was a awesome to see 14 bands show up to lend their talents in support of it. All of the bands were comprised of men. I thought that spoke volumes about the heart they have for these young women. Local bands took the stage for the early afternoon, then Every Day Sunday took over and kids came out of the woodwork! By the time Thousand Foot Krutch played, it was nearly packed. Of course, I spent the entire day waiting on Seventh Day Slumber to play.... was well worth it but it's always over too soon!!
I did discover that metal bands playin' in an all steel stadium makes for a rough time on the ears tho. We figured out pretty quick that if you wanted to make out the words, you had to plug your ears! Or go get real up close and personal with all the teeny boppers in the pit. Whichever. I only lasted thru SDS in the pit tho...rough crowd! My ten year old nephew was nearly crowd surfed when he tried to get on a friends' shoulders for a better view. Scared him half to death...thank goodness security was doing their job!!! I still get tickled thinkin about what his face must have looked like when he realized he was about to be bounced around like a volleyball!!! Or what Taylor's must have looked like when she realized she couldn't get to him fast enough! Or what they all looked like when that big uniformed man drug him down and gave em all the "what for" with his big flashlite shinin' in their faces!! Funny stuff.
I sat up top and watched big ol' kids being thrown around down there...I can't imagine what would have happened to poor little Bryar! Taylor made it out unscathed and Matthew only suffered minor injuries for his time spent with the extremely physical moshing part of the crowd. I can't understand why anyone would want to have a part in that crap. I made the mistake of attending a very loud, very hardcore metal concert back a while back with the kids and my very pregnant (at the time) friend, Amanda. Who knew we wouldn't hear for 2 days???
Anyway, before I had this whole thing figured out, I was determined to stand front and slightly right of center so that I wouldn't miss seeing or hearing anything. The first couple of bands weren't so bad...not that they were so good, either, but I can handle some head bangin and jumpin around. Although, the kids were standing so close to one another, I don't see how they weren't crackin their heads together when they were slingin' their hair back and forth. I'm thinkin you need at least 4 feet of personal space...on ALL sides, if you're the head banging sort, maybe more if you got a lotta hair. I spent more time making sure the guy behind me wasn't gonna take me out with blunt force trauma to the head than I did watching the show. But, that was only beginning...then the real bands began to take stage and the exciting stuff began...more like, the aerobics began really. I'm just standin' there, arms crossed, wondering what in the world I was doing there and considering the impact deafness was gonna have on my life when the lead singer spit...and I mean SPIT (more than just saliva, ok?) right out onto the crowd. I'm sure my mouth dropped wide open. I was positively disgusted but others seemed to think it was the best thing that had happened all night and went ballistic! Mr. Headbanger next to me was no longer banging in a back and forth motion. Oh no, it was back and forth, side to side, round and round...and all the sweat from his lovely locks was flying all over me. I'd decided I'd had enough about the time the moshing began and he slammed into me and I slammed into Paula on the other side of me. I got the whole "WHAT are you doing" look from her. I just pointed. I was less than impressed with the whole experience and if Disciple hadn't played "After the World", I would have started a full-scale riot. If I'm gonna put in two and a half hours of time, give up a good portion of my hearing, and be sweat on, spit on, and slammed around, I want to hear the 4 minutes of music I came for, dangit.
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