“I can be a prissy b*tch when I want to be…”

Oh geez.

I’m giggling a bit as I type out this blog. Really, the title just makes me giggle. Especially in context…  It’s probably not as funny as it sounds, but I’m plenty amused.

This blog is already plenty late – but I just don’t know if I can do it! I start to type…. and then I start to giggle. And there’s SO much to say, really.

Ah well. Let’s jump right into it.  There’s not a better way to get started. There’s always the backspace and delete buttons if I absolutely feel the need to change the story up.

A few weeks ago, my husband’s band, The Secret Post, had their CD release show.  They were all excited – and really, it’s been a long time coming.. the band itself has been together for… 7 years? Longer, possibly. I’m not sure.  We’ve only known of them for 4.   Needless to say, they’ve had their share of issues and lineup changes. But, they finally have a good CD, have things together… and had the CD release show booked. Quite exciting really.

Of course, on my end, it was somewhat stressful. For this show, I swear, I knew half the people there. Which, is rare for me.   There was the group of the band’s friends and family – who I’m just now really getting to know, they’re great people. Thank God, otherwise these things would be hell.  Matt’s family was coming out… as well as my boss at the coffee shop I work at, and her family.  A few friends in bands that Matt has worked with came out, Ashlee, a friend Matt and I met (actually, at different times, through different bands, if you’d buy that,)  and two people from my hydrocephalus group came out, as well.  Also, our friend Heather, and some of her friends, and an old friend who I haven’t talked to in almost a year came out with her boyfriend.

Naturally, I spent all week stressing out about how I was going to talk to everyone, and not leave anyone out.  I am a HORRIBLE social butterfly.  It’s just not something I do well. I hate leaving conversations, and then jumping into the middle of another conversation.   I also stress out a LOT about if I leave one group, and the other one moves somewhere else in the room.

I know. I have more issues than the DC reboot.  But this shouldn’t be new to you. You’re following my blog, yes? Okay, then!

Surprisingly, it all went off without a hitch. I’m blaming the newly dyed purple hair.  I was so bouncy and happy with how it turned out, I probably would have sat and talked to the wall, and been a happy little girl.

The show itself, was really interesting.  I wasn’t at all sure how it was going to go .   First off, we had like, an hour after getting home from sound check to get ready, and be headed back into Tulsa.  When you and your husband BOTH have to do makeup – this is a lot more challenging than it sounds, let me tell you. 🙂

We finally got out of the house, and on the road.  Just barely made it in time. (Not for the show, but for the time that Matt was supposed to be there. 🙂 Still had time before the show. Whew.)

Now, three bands were performing:  Young Lyons, Kill the Reflection, and The Secret Post (all three are on ReverbNation, if you’d like to check them out. Which, you should. They’re both great bands.  Young Lyons is a bit more on the pop side, and KTR is closer to TSP. Both worth a listen. ) . However, Matt’s band, as well as headlining the show, was playing a short set of their punk songs after the first band.

And, they were dressing, appropriately.

When we got to the venue, Matt had his punk outfit on he wore at the Guthrie show.   You can read about THAT in that blog, but I’ll refresh your memory with a picture.

This, with purple and silver nail polish.

Not exactly subtle, right?  (Then again, not super crazy, either.

It was funny, though. People were making comments to him – mostly positive – about the way he was dressed, and his makeup.  I kept giggling to myself, because he knew, and I knew, that this was NOT his performance outfit.

Personally, I was DYING to see how people reacted to the first set.  They were initially going to go first, but Young Lyons went on and opened the show, and they played after.

I’m trying to think of exactly how to explain what he ended up wearing for the punk set.   I think I’ll stick to the cliché that a picture is worth a thousand words, and let it do the explaining.

Electrical tape, ladies and gentlemen. And the purple? They’re lips. They are from the coffee house I work at. They go on the lids of coffee cups when people take them to go, to prevent splashing. Very resourceful rock star, this one….

I will, however, take some glee in pointing out that while the boys were getting ready – Matt was making comments about how his nails were chipped. Then it was his lipstick was messed up.  Then, some sort of other comment.  At this point, the singer of the band decided to inform Matt that he was being such a girl.

My husband’s response? He whirls around, puts one hand on his hip, points at Zach, and tells him that he “can be a prissy bitch when he wants to be.”

Really, really, wish I’d have been a fly on the wall for that one. Really. 

After the set, I guess several people asked him if they could touch his nipples.  I saw a few people taking pictures of them – and i KNOW he made it into a few people’s Facebook status.

I’m not sure how I did it – but I think I managed to marry someone who enjoys attention more than I do! Someone call Ripley’s, and do it fast!

I can’t lie though.  I’m really, really proud that he did it. Especially that he had the attitude about it that he did.  I won’t go into details, because I don’t want to embarrass him too much – but this time a year ago, he wouldn’t have gone without a shirt at the hotel pool in Disney, let alone on stage in front of a crowd at a concert. But he’s worked hard, been eating healthy – and the fact that he was comfortable enough to play the show, and then walk around afterwards without a shirt?   l love it. ❤  He’s definitely come a long way, and I’m loving that he’s finally noticing that yes –  he is attractive.

Not so loving the fact that all these other people are noticing it too. But it does make for interesting stories.  Between the crazy get up, and being a musician, he’s heard some great lines!  None  too creative though – usually they’re pretty straight to the point. I coud go into that more, but that’s an entirely different subject!

The punk set was good – the songs are good, but they aren’t my favorites. I was more excited later, when they played more of the darker, melodic tunes.

You wouldn’t believe how much attitude some lipstick, nipple covers, and eyeliner will give someone…

For the normal sets – unfortunately (in my opinion.) the clothes come back on.

Except, normally his hair resembles Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks. Cool show, but I think I much prefer the spikes. Also, note the shiny new bass rig. One of these days, he’s going to buy some equipment, and I’m going to just snap! 😉

A much more, toned down, slicker look. Much safer pictures to put on Facebook… though, to be fair, no one from church or anything has commented on the half-naked, electrical tape pictures.

Which, is a shame really.  I think it’d be crazy fun to attend new churches that way.  Attend one week in that get up, and another week in more acceptable church clothes.   And when I say get up – I know he’d have to throw a shirt on. Shirtless isn’t happening – I’m not even that much of a trouble maker.

It’d sure be interesting though. I’d like to think that you wouldn’t be treated too differently by church members, but I’m sure that to a point you would be.  Pastors should do this.

I would PAY a pastor to do this.  Can you imagine? Have a youth pastor preach that day, walk in, shake hands with people, act just like a regular church-goer…. but get up during invitational, and make it known who you were…. It’d really make people think about how they treat/judge people….

Ugh. Gracious.  I keep getting sidetracked. ….  Focus, Tina, focus!

The set went really well, the place was packed!  And, oddly enough for a local show, was packed for all of the bands. It usually seems like it’s slow at the beginning, or people leave before the end… shows hardly ever seem constant. I was pleasantly surprised and happy about that!

I got some great pictures, too.

Well, great when you consider that they’re from a cell phone.   The plain pictures sucked.  But when I threw one of the filters on there, they looked pretty cool.

I didn’t dance a lot, but I stood up near the front for most of the set.   I loved it!  I don’t get into the band as much as I do some others – but it’s really fun to see the guys – especially Matt – get into the performance.   He’s done his own music, but I’ve never seen him perform any since we’ve been together.  So it… it kind of brings about a whole different level of knowing someone. It’s hard to explain, but if you know any musicians or actors, I’m sure you can relate.   Or, if you’ve spent time watching anyone you love doing something that they are passionate about – I’d imagine it translates much the same . Wonderful to see. 🙂 Wouldn’t trade it for anything – but I’m a sap like that. 🙂 (And, new to being a band wife.  Hopefully, I’ll still say the same thing a few years down the road.  Next time I complain about shows, someone kindly link me to my own post, okay?)

The rest of the nights not nearly as exciting.  Waited to load out, hung around, drank some cherry coke…  I got carried around the venue at one point, and used as a battering ram to try to get the singer and his wife’s attention.

It didn’t work. For some reason – and I have no idea how – it didn’t faze them that some random person was bumping into them! I was two seconds away from grabbing one of them, and begging that they acknowledge Matt.  As fun as it may sound, being used as a human battering ran? Not the funnest thing in the world.

And the kicker I think of the whole night…. I almost couldn’t fit in the car to get home!  I had to hold a cord, and a giant bass guitar.

Upright.  I couldn’t see out of the front window.  I’m so thankful we weren’t stopped. Everyone had to come to the car and tell me  — rather, the bass — goodbye.  I definitely got the sympathy vote on that one.

Which, could have been a partial reason that I got Waffle House on the way home. ❤ Terribly unhealthy food… but i LOVE it. Ham and cheese omelettes. Apple butter. Yum.  Eventually I’ll try a waffle, too. 🙂

I don’t think we slept until almost 3 am that night. And had to wake up and somewhat function the next day. Wasn’t too bad though.

My one regret… I have every intention of taking the club owner some ground coffee. Matt says he has an entire rack of Topeca coffee in the back…. So of course, I started to plot how to get myself some coffee.  You see, we found out last time they played there, that the bar itself doesn’t sell coffee, but in the green room, there is a Keurig machine.

It’s not how I like my coffee at all,  I don’t care for those brewers, I like press pots for my single servings of coffee… But… you know, you make do with what you have.  And I’d be perfectly happy with a coffee with cream, over a vodka sour.

I’ll just have to save the bribery for the next concert…..


The Demon that Stalked Guthrie!

This is a little past overdue – I’ve been meaning to blog about it… I just haven’t had the time.

Now, most of you who read this blog, know me personally.  Which, chances are, you’ve seen that Matt is playing in a band called The Secret Post. They aren’t my type of music, as a rule, but the songs are really growing on me.  They’re definitely talented, whether the music is quite my taste or not.

However, they tend to put on some theatrics when they perform. Primarily, in the way they dress. I could explain it, and it would certainly be a fun exercise in descriptive terms…. but in some cases, it’s just easier to show. And trust me, if I show you, it’ll make telling the rest of the story so much more fun. 🙂

First off, here is a picture of my husband normally.

See? Perfectly normal, no? We’ll call this the Clark Kent picture. Mild mannered, accountant/draftsman.

Now, here is a picture from The Secret Post’s most recent photo shoot:

Seeing the difference? Okay, now keep that in mind while I tell you this story…

Okay.  Last month, the band had a show in Guthrie, and I was lucky enough to get to go with.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect – it was a small town, and to top things off – they were playing the after party for a zombie walk.

Kinda cool… but then again, it had potential to be a colossal train wreck. But, I assumed it’d just make for a fun time people watching.  I remember joking with Matt that with all the zombies walking (lurching?) around, that the band might stick out for looking too normal, for once.

Famous last words. I really should have kept my mouth shut.

Saturday morning, we got up, hit the coffee shop, and headed for Guthrie.  Since no one knew what the facilities would be like, or if the band would have any place to get ready…. Matt had gotten dressed before we left town.  I guess since it was a zombie themed show, the band ditched the semi polished suits look in favor of a more punk look. Which, is more than fine by me. No complaints here! 🙂

You know… maybe I just hang out with odd people, but this doesn’t seem  that strange to me..

So, we make it to Guthrie, with Matt in his punk gear, and all his makeup done, minus the lipstick . (Which, was a new addition anyway.) And true to form, I have to pee.

Rather than wait, and roll the dice on the portapotties that are likely in use for this Zombie run, we drive through Guthrie in search of a Wal-Mart.

It’s a small town, so finding one didn’t take long.  Surprisingly, we didn’t see any zombies.  To be honest, I’m a little disappointed. But, I digress.

We run into Wal-Mart, and…

Nope. Wait.   That’s a lie.

We didn’t quite make it into the store, and we’re already getting some leery looks from people. That should have been the tipoff, right there.

I giggled a bit, and made some off-hand joke. I don’t even remember what it was at the moment. I figured that was the end of it . A few funny looks, but… it’s a Wal-Mart. Certainly weirder things have been seen here, right?

Getting further into the store,  we can’t find the bathroom.

Well, we did find it, but of course it’s being cleaned.


Off we go, walking through the store, dodging glares (and, not at all subtle ones,) and hoping that there’s a bathroom back by the electronics/lay away area.

The entire way back, we get  more than our fair share of attention. Seriously? This is cracking me up at this point.  Older people, younger people, girls, guys – it doesn’t matter. It’s like we’re aliens that crash landed in the town. I don’t get it. Matt really wasn’t THAT strangely dressed…. thank the Lord he’d left the lipstick off…. otherwise… well, it probably wouldn’t have been pretty.

As we rounded a corner, a little kid caught sight of Matt, and his eyes got huge, and he hid behind someone he was with.

Great. We’ve gone from getting weird looks, to scaring little kids!

Before the kids parents can either go off on us, or tell the kid scary stories about Matt, he waved at the kid, and got a grin out of him. Whew. Safe!

Finally, we find that there is NO bathroom in the back, so it’s back to the front.

By now, I’ve tuned out the glares, though I’m pretty sure I Facebooked about the little kid Matt scared. On the way back to the front of the store, Matt got a call from one of the guys in the band, and they talked shop for a bit.

The lady was still cleaning the restroom, so I stood around for a bit, waiting.

Now, off to the side of the bathroom, there was a group of … gentlemen — believe me when I say I’m using the word EXTREMELY LOOSELY– standing around talking.

I only caught a few bits of the conversation, but one of the guys was very loudly telling his friends that it “was  amazing what you can wear in public nowadays and not get your a** kicked for it.. ”

Thankfully, I’m not confrontational at all. Otherwise, I might have died. These were three bigger, muscled, “manly” types, all decked out in camouflage. I’m not a fan of the word redneck… I know some people happily identify as rednecks, with no negative connotation….   However. That being said – you know when people make fun of Oklahomans? Or use the word “redneck” in a derogatory sense?

Yup. That was these guys.  They looked like they’d stepped out of a movie that lived to make fun of people from Oklahoma. You couldn’t write a better token character.

I’m standing there, mouth probably hanging wide open, in utter disbelief.  Chalk it up to naivety, or whatever, but I still am having a hard time believing these guys. I would NEVER have the gall to talk so openly and loudly about someone like that! I’d at least pretend that I didn’t want them to hear…  I literally looked around the store, to see if there was anyone else they could have been talking about.

Of course, there wasn’t.

I couldn’t get in and out of that bathroom fast enough. I was half worried they’d decide to lynch him while I was gone!

Which, apparently they were talking and openly staring at him the whole time I was in there.  It’s nice to know that we’re still in high school, isn’t it?

By now, Matt’s off the phone, and I filled him in on his admirers on the way out to the car.  Again, updating Facebook about the wonderful welcome that the citizens of Guthrie were giving us.

Next stop, McDonald’s.

Because Tina is starving, and we didn’t have enough time to go to a real restaurant. And, unhealthy as it is, I can eat chicken nuggets and fries in the car pretty quick.

So we order, and pull around to the first window.

The girl does an IMMEDIATE double take, and is wide-eyed. Doesn’t say anything though, and takes our money, and gives us a receipt, no big deal.

I think by now, we were both laughing. This was getting ridiculous. Do they not have any goth or punk kids at this high school?!  It doesn’t help matters that I’m still ranting about the idiots at Wal-Mart, and seriously considering calling all my friends, and all my sisters cosplay friends, to go party at the Guthrie Wal-Mart.

We pulled up to the second window, and waited.

This kid opens the window… he’s high school age, maybe just out of high school. I couldn’t tell.

Poor thing. He was so flustered. He kept asking what we’d ordered… forgot our drink. Matt reminded him – very nicely , in fact – but it didn’t help.  He was stammering, and throwing a ‘yes sir’ in almost every other word.

I leaned over, and tried to be super smiley and nice – but he looked so flustered and uncomfortable – it wasn’t helping.  I thought he was going to throw the water bottle at us, just to get us to leave!

I about lost it. I was so tickled. This NEVER happens. I hung out with people who dressed like Hot Topic poster kids in high school, and one Billy Idol wanna be. We hardly ever got a second look from people.  And this entire town, it seemed, was flipping out over some eye makeup and nail polish!

What made it even better – was that the town had the zombie walk going on. People had to know about it – they were trying to set a Guinness World Record, I think. It’s not like the event wasn’t publicized….. so, if they were expecting zombies…. why is the punk thing so strange?

I don’t know. It blows my mind.  It makes me want to dress all sorts of crazy and venture out, just to see how people react.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. It was freezing outside, AND in the building where the band played.  The bands (The Secret Post and Kill The Reflection) did great, the sound system wasn’t super amazing though.  And the venue was an old church, or grocery store though.

Admittedly, it was pretty amusing to watch the guys get ready, and apply makeup and nail polish. 🙂

I can’t begin to express how strange it is to stand and watch your husband apply bright purple lipstick. I just can’t. There are no words, at all for it. Surreal is a good place to start. Might I add that he did a damn good job, with a mirror and really awful lighting. I’m …. well, I’m jealous. 

He wouldn’t take my advice of putting some concealer or powder on his lips to make the purple truer. Next time….

I’m still not quite used to the punk look.

They have a show coming up on November the 17th… and I’ve heard some  bits and pieces about the wardrobe choices for that show….

It’s… going to be interesting.

I’ll definitely have to take pictures and post them here for you guys.:)

In the meantime, does anyone want to go to Guthrie and scare some poor townspeople? 😉

How was your weekend?


I know I’m kinda asking for it by living in Oklahoma… but wow. Seriously? The heat this weekend was ridiculous. Practically all triple digits!!!

Which, would not have been so bad if there hadn’t been a RadioRadio show Saturday night. Matt  and I met them up at the club for soundcheck around 4… and man. I made friends with the bartender that day, making water runs for everyone.

The actual concert that night wasn’t quite as bad, no sun glaring down, but it was still pretty terrible. At first, there was hardly anyone there… then as the night went on, more and more people started to show up.

It was surprisingly a pretty good show! No one (that I know of) walked away with heat stroke, and it seemed like most people there were having a good time.

Sunday was kind of a lazy day. Slept through church, (oops?) then pretty much hung out and watched the Golden Girls during lunch. Had some friends over later, but it was pretty much a lazy day. Which, I won’t lie, is always a nice thing to have.

Now, unfortunately, it’s back to the typical work week. I’m trying to think if anything exciting is happening this week. I managed to talk Matt into doing this couples devotional with me- it’s called  The Love Dare.

I haven’t done any devotionals before (bible study yes, devo, no.) and I don’t believe he has either, so this should be interesting.  The first section we read was all about patience and all. The “challenge” or “dare,” is not to say anything negative to each other”.

Sounds really silly at first… but if you think about it, could be challenging.  What would be considered negative? How would you find other ways to word it?  And already, I’m thinking this is tailor-made for me. I tend to have a problem with patience sometimes… and I for SURE am pretty high strung. Which isn’t a good thing. Just hasn’t been an easy habit for me to break. Maybe this will help!!

Anyway. I should get off here and go shower, get ready to head over to my Mom’s house. I told her I’d take her and my niece and nephew to the library and the Farmers Market today. It’s….. looking to be a hectic day.

(Pst. God? Now’s a good time to send some of that patience my way!!)