Ok, so I'm going to the mother ship.

As some of you know, but most of you don't...I was an Art Major in college. In fact, I received my bachelor of fine arts in visual arts, with an emphasis in photography. Quite a mouthful right? And YES, it is a REAL degree, and no I didn't weave baskets.  I did draw naked people, throw pots, carve a real marble sculpture with "antique" tools, and took two classes from the best print-maker on earth before he died. Not that you asked.

What does this have to do with anything? Oh, I'm going to SEATTLE today. Seattle is a mecca for the "artsy types". I all ready own the uniform, all black clothes, weird 50's glasses, doc martens... come on. Lets  not forget Starbucks, I haven't gone more than a few days with out some liquid caffeine since, um well I was pregnant with my second child.( OH, yeah I'm a totally horrible Mom, during my third pregnancy I drank fraps all the time. Remember folks I had a 19 and 7 month old baby when I got knocked up with the third... so before you judge remember I hadn't slept in like two years.)

I'm sure some of you little angels will send hate mail all the same. Thanks in advance.

What am I doing in Seattle? Well, other than soaking up the coolness, bottling it, and  putting in my purse for use at a later date, I'm going to an AC/DC concert. The AC/DC.

I'm going to be celebrating in my one year anniversary by going to an AC/DC concert with my sugar puff. Its been one year since I took the plunge. Married life has been quite an identity crisis for me, as I write a column dedicated to being Single in Sandpoint and I am about as domestic as your average  Raccoon. Which means I stay up all night, make messes, and once in a while I dig through trash, I'm pretty pissed when you wake me up in the morning and those who know me well, know about my "black eyes". If you've ever cleaned up after a nocturnal animal, then well you pretty much understand my husband's life. 

The trip to Seattle is about celebrating the magical and mystical wooded forest we call marriage. We spent our first year of matrimony riding side by side on the backs of unicorns. Every time he farts confetti slowly drifts through the air and I dance around in it, while wearing the lingerie from my bachelorette party. When we aren't doing that~ I'm outside vacuuming his truck and he's painting a mural based on our love story. Sounds like the typical first year of marriage right?

Anyway, we are going to AC/DC in Seattle. Is there anything more romantic than an AC/DC concert? 

So Happy Anniversary husband. You have the patience of a saint, the cleaning sense of Martha Stewart, and I find you sexy.

XOXO

I will now return to the normal posting.