Janell's First Pearl Jam Show...Andy's 7th :)

Here is a picture from Janell's first Pearl Jam show Wednesday night. I'm pleased to say she enjoyed herself, and has given me permission to see all of their shows within a 12 hour driving distance. I really appreciate it. So, I've got 2 Milwaukee shows, Cleveland, Detroit, Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, 2 St. Paul shows, and 2 Denver shows. I also appreciate her willingness to take up a 2nd job to help fund my travel/ticket expenses. She's quite the trooper. So, if it seems like you never get to talk to Janell, it's because she'll be cleaning toilets on the night crew at Wal-Mart. She's a very giving person.





Here are 2 pictures from the Tuesday night show I went to. Thought you might enjoy them. Janell's not too excited about my decorating our house with Pearl Jam memorabilia. What do you all think??

I love getting rid of stuff...

Yes, that's right. The McCanns are having our first annual yard sale. Now, you may already be wondering how we could possible have an annual yard sale. "Who has enough superfluous, unnecessary clutter to host a yard sale every year?"


That would be us.

We know we are materialistic. We know we are packrats. And we know as soon as we make some money on all of our junk, we will immediately go out and spend it on the makings of next years yard sale.

All joking aside, we spent most of the day going through our clothes, books, and other odds and ends. It makes me hope I will be much more careful the next time I buy something just because its on sale, or because I think it may be useful.

But then again, I guess our yard sale would be sadly lacking next year if I did that. So here's to being wildly consumeristic...

Here's to hoping...

Well, what can I say. I'm casually browsing blogs with my wife by my side, and she directs me to her sister's blog. We look at the comments, and Janell tells me to click on Lisa's best friend's picture to view her blog. I do, and I am greeted by these photos.



I am left to ponder, "Is this what MY children may look like?", "Is THAT possibly going to enter into the McCann's gene pool?", and "My WIFE is related to her?!?!". Hopefully I won't lose too much sleep over the issue, but it is a concern. Alas, there is not much I can do about it now, but pray (and look into gene therapy of some sort). That is all.

Maybe I should be a teacher...

It doesn't seem right that summer is around the corner, and I have no extended vacation in sight. I guess even though I've worked through every summer since I was 16, I'm still not used to the fact that I'm not done with SOMETHING (like school) when summer begins. Maybe I could quit my job for a few months and have a summer job - I could mow lawns! Or perhaps be a dog walker. Maybe even work at an icecream stand. I'm sure my boss would understand. I'll be back in the fall, when I'm ready to be a responsible adult again.

I was, in fact, informed last night by an expert (i.e. an eight year old girl) that you aren't a "real adult" until you're thirty. However, when pressed, she admitted I was no longer a teenager. She finally decided I was neither teen nor adult, which meant I could do whatever I wanted until I had to grow up.

I'll take it.