i love dave... the concert was wonderful, of course. It's the second time I saw dave in concert, the first time being during his Crash tour about (oh my god!) 6 years ago when I took my little sis and her friend. We had general admission tickets back then and ended up being pushed up to the front row - center. I took a lot of great pictures and wish I had a scanner so I could share them. Anyway, although this concert was just as good and we had pretty good seats, it was disappointing to be so far from the stage compared to last time. What made it really special though was that Mike got to see him. He's a big fan and I like to take the credit for introducing him to it. Another funny thing was that after standing for 2 hours, my feet began to swell up and I had to sit down, at which time I could see nothing but the cute little couple in front of us.

But I digress, for I haven't yet mentioned my wonderful Labor Day weekend. Mike and I took the boat down to Milford Lake in Manhattan KS on Saturday. We spent all day Saturday and Sunday on the lake. It was hot, but with enough breeze and cloud cover to make it just about right. Every so often I had to jump into the lake to cool myself off, though. It was then that I realized my irrational fear of deep water. Every time I jumped in, it seemed as soon as I emerged from the water, I swam as quickly as I could toward the boat and could not relax until I had grasped the ladder. When I'm in deep water where I can't see what's beneath me, I feel as if something is going to grab me from beneath and pull me under. yikes! Thinking back, I've always had this phobia, which would account for me quitting swimming lessons as soon as I graduated to the deep end. Ah, the irrationalities. We enjoyed ourselves tremendously, Saturday night eating Mexican and relaxing at the Ramada in Junction City (we're not big campers), heading out again Sunday for another day on the lake. This time parking along the beach amongst about 40 other boats to frolic there. More irrational girl-thoughts as I stood there, pregnant, amongst others who weren't. Thoughts going through my head thinking Mike is checking out the skinny, tan girl with big boobs. Is it hormones, or just the fact that I'm a woman? One may never know...

We had another appointment with Joann on Wednesday. I'm in my 24th week of pregnancy and ironically, my belly measures 24 inches (top to bottom). They are supposed to correlate.. the wonders of nature will never cease to amaze me. Her heartbeat is 152 bpm and she's kicking away like crazy. In fact, last night Mike was able to feel a whole gammut of pokes and jabs as we lay in bed. I think he was excited about that. For me, it just felt good to lay in bed after 4 1/2 hours at class, where the air conditioning continues to be non-functional after last week's flood. Even with three fans, it was quite warm and my feet once again began to swell. I made it, though and here we are at Friday already. The weekend looks quiet, which means we will do whatever we want to. I believe there was discussion of a boating trip down the river. We'll see...