Bieber Fever

A few nights ago Ella and I made history!  You see we've had the Justin Bieber bug in our house big time for the past two years.  It started with Jake discovering and soon adopting the Biebs' signature style and dance moves, but quickly was transferred to Ella and yes, me.  We have had many dance parties in the living room and sing alongs in the car to "Baby", "Boyfriend", and "Eenie Meenie". 

It was a no brainer to score some tickets when we heard Biebs was coming to the Rose Garden.  Since Jake has since moved on from public like of Bieber it was decided that Ella and I would go - making this her first concert ever.  

It was a loud, crazy night and super fun!!  I got to channel my inner pre-teen (not too hard for me) and we danced and sang along with the throngs of hyper fans.  The last time I had been to a concert like this one was back when I was sixteen and went to New Kids on the Block!  It was a memory making night for sure.  And just in case there are any out there who still question the talent of our Bieber I am here to say - the kid can sing, dance and generally entertain.  

Beliebers 4-ever!!!!:)

Fridays Letter

Dear Mr. Veen:  there is something undeniably magical about racing kiddie sized tractors through a field with you.   I love being goofy together!  Dear Grandma with the bun:  not only did you save my morning yesterday by rocking babies, but you also inspired me with your sweet and giving spirit.  Thank you.  Dear Thursday:  you included the following - a) locking my keys in the car b)  a nose bleed that lasted 30 minutes while at work c) dead car battery d)  wonderful news via email or  e) all of the above.  Dear Biebs:  the Christmas spirit is slowly filling my heart especially after seeing your latest video.  I heart you.  And last to Mr. Veen:  want to see who's better at getting out pumpkin guts tonight?  It's a date!

Friday's Letter

Dear Mr. Veen:  I have never quite understood the logic behind getting up, showering, and then taking a nap.  Call me crazy (because I am!), but I prefer the reverse order to that equation.  Dear Ipod:  after only a two year relationship you have officially called it quits!  Your timing in this is less than desirable.  Dear pug puppy:  I cannot for the life of me get you and your squishy cuteness out of my head.  One word and one word only is saving me from going out and getting one of you right now:  poop.  Dear Justin Bieber:  after watching your documentary I officially have "Bieber-fever".  What can I say?  If loving you is wrong than I don't wanna be right.  Dear Saturday:  word on the street is that you intend to deliver 80 degrees and sunshine.  Yes, there is still hope for a summer!  And last to Mr. Veen:  you are the flip in my flop, the fizz in  my beer and the sparkle in my sunshine. 

Erin -- out!