Marissa Coleman: Kenny Chesney Concert

September 2, 2009, 10:45 am
Okay, so I’ve decided I am going to stop writing about Boston for the rest of the season. (Sorry to disappoint you guys, as I know how much you love hearing about her) But, she has been getting way too much attention. And quite honestly, I am getting a bit jealous. No one ever asks me “Hey, Marissa how are you doing? How is the season going?” But, everyone al-ways asks me how Boston is. Yes, I am bitter : )

Anyway….

August 29, 2009 will go down as the highlight of my summer! For those of you who do not know I am a bit obsessed with music, especially country and Kenny Chesney. (insert shocked noises here) I love listening to music and going to concerts, especially Kenny’s (yes, we are on a first name basis and yes I am going to count how many times I can bring his name up in this blog) Anyway, August 29, 2009. I have been to a Kenny concert every summer since my Senior year in high school, and this summer was no different. Long story short, I know Kenny indirectly. (I know people, that know people, that know people) So, he got me tickets for the concert. (jealous? I know.)

My friends and I get to the concert and go to will call to get the tickets. I hand the woman my I.D and she says “honey, I don’t see your name on our will call list.” (I started to panic big time) BUT, then she asked “who left you the tickets?” I look around at the people in line around me and there are these three guys behind me, giving me that, “hurry up” look. So I tell the lady, “the man himself left me the tickets”. Can you guess her response? “Wow, well aren’t you lucky?” (why yes, yes, I am) Anyway, enough rambling. Once I said “the man himself left the tickets” the guys behind me made one of those “yeah, right” noises….the lady hands me the tickets and I turn and smile nicely and the men. I really wanted to say “HA, and you didn’t think Kenny left me these tickets.” I should have asked where their seats where, because mine where…wait for it…wait for it….SECOND ROW! Needless to say, I was pretty happy…Ecstatic would be a better word.

So, Kenny and I sang the night away, along with thousands of others, but it seemed like it was only him and I. I video recorded almost all of his songs, the next day when I watched them all I could hear was me singing super loud to every song. I definitely should have left the singing to Kenny. For those of you who aren’t country fans, I guarantee if you went to one of his concerts you would leave a fan. My favorite song of his is “Never Wanted Nothing More”, I encourage all to go buy it from ITunes right now. Let me know what you think.

Okay, sorry to blab on about my love for Kenny (name dropping count is at 8) but he is just that great. We are in the midst of our playoff push and it is an exciting time. So keep watching and supporting the Mystics, we appreciate it!

Boston says hi! Peace and love!

Marissa

Marissa Coleman: Los Angeles Trip

August 18, 2009, 6:19 pm

I thought noise cancelling headphones were supposed to cancel out all sounds? Ha, well, they did until I met the guy on the plane to LA sitting in seat 16 D. This guy could talk. He was sitting in the row behind B-Mo and I and he seriously talked for the first 3 ½ hours of the flight non-stop. We both had headphones on and could still hear him. I would fall asleep for a little bit, wake up, and he was still chatting away with the guy sitting next to him. I did learn that the guy was a fire fighter, loves motorcycles and old cars, likes to work on cars, and likes to travel. I may need to invest in some new noise cancelling headphones.

See, I hate flying. Hate it! It has gotten worse as I have gotten older too, so of course I wasn’t too thrilled about this long west coast trip we are taking. If we could have driven, biked, or teleported to the west coast I would have been much more excited. When I was younger, my mom used to drug me to sleep so I wouldn’t be so nervous or annoy her the entire flight. (It was only Nyquil ladies and gentlemen, no need to panic. My mom is a wonderful parent). My mom is a flight attendant so you would think after all the traveling I’ve done with her I would like flying. No way is Jose, flying not for me. Or heights, in general. No rollercoasters, sky diving or tall buildings. (I don’t even like driving over really high bridges).

We practiced at the Lakers facilities when we got in, they are really nice. Some of my teammates had high hopes that Kobe would be walking around or working out somewhere. Me, I am “team LeBron” all the way. Chasity and I are the two huge King James fans on the team, so if we saw him, we probably wouldn’t have even said “hi”. (haha, okay, maybe “hi”). In one of the offices over-looking the court were the Lakers 9 championship trophies. 9! That is impressive. I know if I walked into practice everyday and saw those trophies, it would be motivation enough to try and get a tenth.

Okay, it is time for shootaround at the Staples center. Maybe afterwards I will walk around LA and hope to see some movie stars. Maybe Julia Roberts! She is my absolute favorite. I was thinking maybe I should go to Rodeo drive and reenact the scene from Pretty Woman when she goes shopping for the first time. For all you of you Pretty Woman fans, I will leave you with this quote. “You remember me? You wouldn’t wait on me yesterday. You work off of commission right? Big mistake! Huge!” (I’m a bit obsessed)

Until Next Time

Go Mystics
Marissa

Marissa Coleman: The Adventures of Boston

July 21, 2009, 10:36 am

Well, since the last time I wrote about Boston, she still hasn’t enrolled in doggie training or camp yet. I am still trying to find the perfect one that will change her into a “new” doggie. But, I think I may need more than just a dog trainer, I may need the master himself, Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer. Not only does Boston likes to sprint away when her Mommy is on crutches but I have now learned she is an escape artist. So, yeah, I definitely need Cesar. In any other circumstances I wouldn’t ask such a favor but in this case I desperately need your help. (Again, the pet-ri-fied lady and “nice” old man, appreciate your help too). Ladies and Gentlemen, we need to get Cesar to help Boston become the dog I know she can be. So here is what I am thinking, I need everyone to write to, Twitter, MySpace, Facebook (Message, Poke, Wall; either works) Mr. Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer. Just express to him how much I need his help. Share my story with him and I am sure we can make this happen! Here is his website: www.cesarmillaninc.com.

So, here is the story of “Boston: The Escape Artist…”

Me, being the good mother I am, decided I should get Boston a bigger cage for when I am gone at practice. (I’m sure you guys understand why I cannot leave her alone, roaming my apartment unsupervised). I made a trip to PetSmart; a few “Boston no’s”, “get over here’s” and $69.99 later, Boston was the proud new owner of a bigger cage. (Complete with extra legroom and two entries!) Okay, let’s skip ahead to the exciting part….

Approximately 10:15 A.M: It was time to head for practice so I put Boston in her brand new luxury cage, gave her a kiss bye, let her know Mommy loves her (Insert “Awww’s here) locked the door and was off to Verizon Center.

Approximately 3:30 P.M: So, I finally get home from practice and always am excited to see Boston. She always gets so excited when I get home, and jumps up and down for a few minutes when I let her out of her cage. I put my key in the door, and all of a sudden I hear scratching at the door. (Pause) I had to stop for a second and process what the scratching at my door was, because it couldn’t possibly be Boston, no. Not after I looked her in the new luxurious $69.99 cage. I open the door, and there she is, Boston, jumping up and down, licking me all over, because she is so excited I am home. Usually I am just as excited to see her, but, today, I was stuck trying to figure out how she could have possibly gotten out. My only logical conclusion: I didn’t lock the cage because there is no way a puppy could open the latch on his or her own.

Following day, approximately 10:17 A.M (give or take a few seconds): Repeat same scenario from the previous day around 10:15 A.M

Approximately 3:30ish P.M (practice ran a little long this day, not too sure the exact time): I walk to my front door thinking there is no possible way Boston could have got out today, I checked and double checked to make sure she was locked in. I put the key in the door and what do I hear….scratching and jumping at the door! I open the door, and there is Boston, happy to see her Mommy, this time with toilet paper all over herself and my apartment. She managed to get out of her cage again; this time decided it would be fun to play with the brand new roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. (It seriously was all over my apartment.) (Pause) How did she possibly get out this time? I checked and double-checked; there is no way I didn’t lock her in. My only logical conclusion: I should have checked, double checked and triple checked. We are dealing with Boston here.

Day 3 of the $69.99 cage: Approximately 10:16 A.M: Repeat same scenario from previous two days, just add a triple checked in the end.

Approximately 10:30 A.M.: I left one of my phones at my apartment (yes, one, I have two. Long story. Stop judging people) so I call Kristen Mann and ask her if she could get it for me. Just so happens I left my door unlocked because my mom was coming by during practice. Kristen calls me back about 5 minutes later (about 15 minutes after I left) and let's me know not only did Boston break out of her cage, but she hopped on the window seal and managed to get stuck in the blinds. (Not so smart after all now are we, Boston).

So, when I get home from practice that day the only logical conclusion I could come up with is that Boston is a smart dog and has managed to use some form of trickery to break lose. I am determined to see how she gets out, so when I get home and settled I put her back in her cage and just sat on the couch quietly and waited. 28. 3 seconds (I had a stop watched and timed it) later Boston was free and jumped into my lap. Boston, being the smart puppy she is, just simply took her paw and swiped at the cage latch until it came lose, then pushed the door open.

It took me a solid 10 minutes to put the cage together and her 28. 3 seconds to break lose. Does anyone else see a problem with that?

Dear PetSmart,

I want my $69. 99 back.

Thanks,
Marissa