Let's pray to the banking gods that the couple get the financing they want so they can buy my dad's condo! When the sale goes through, the condo will have been on the market for about 3 weeks. Not bad in today's financial atmosphere! And hopefully they will buy my dad's car, too. That would all take a huge load off of my stress levels!

New Kids on the Block concert was last night. OMG, the show was fantastic. They were extremely entertaining. Like wine, they've gotten better with age. Joe is back to my favourite New Kid again. They dancing probably wasn't as fancy as it was 15 years ago, but they're all in their late 30s. They can sing! And I cannot believe I squealed and screamed throughout the concert. Seriously, that's not me. My throat is still sore! They put on a great show, and they threw in a tidbit of Queen.

I was a little disappointed by my seat at first. I had floor seats. They weren't bad, but it was row 33, and there people in front of me, all standing on the same level. And I am not a tall person! But then it did get better for a short while. The crew cleared out the row in front of me and the last row of the section in front of me leaving a nice pathway -- A NICE PATHWAY FOR THE NEW KIDS TO USE!!!! They ran to some special stage on the floor that had a piano and stuff, and they sang a few songs on that stage. Then they ran back to the main stage. I got some real closeups of them. Donnie even touched Bridezilla's HAND! We screamed some more! It was a very loud crowd. I never remember to bring earplugs!

My first North American concert was New Kids on the Block in 1989 or 1990. I still have the ticket stub!! I think I had a better time at this show than the last one.  One comment that Joe made was that there were a lot of fine looking ladies out there...and were "definitely not 13 anymore." BWAHAHAHA My goodness, the boys were HOT...like sexy hot. You don't think those things when you're 12...but when you're 31...OMG.

And this morning, I dropped my car off at the scrapyard. I felt such an extreme sense of loss. Sometimes I feel like I am more emotional about my things. I cried when my bike got stolen (okay, I was 15ish). But I had 13+ years with my mustang. There was still some juice left in him. When the guy working at the scrapyard saw it, he was surprised. The other cars there were definitely much older. One's clutch was practically out. I am going to miss that car :'( I guess one of the longest relationships I've ever had is with my car. 

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