I'm thinking about changing my look. I chose the old look because I felt like all the business fit with the theme of my brain being constantly busy and full of stuff, but it just got so busy that my eyes watered everytime I looked at it. So I'm going for a simpler design. I can't decide between this and another template, so I might switch it up a couple times before I make the final call. But they're both green with a lot more white space. Green is my signature color.

This weekend I went to the Madonna concert with Auntie Sister. We lived her childhood Madonna-soaked dreams. When she was 8 years old, she wanted to win tickets to the Blonde Ambition tour, but alas - she was 8 and age discrimination dictated that she couldn't even enter the contests.

I tell you, this concert was worth the wait. It was her 29th birthday, and I mean we went on the day of her birthday. A sweet, thoughtful, and no-longer-present friend of mine hooked me up with the manager at the venue, who moved our seats and gave us free drinks and I tell you, I've changed my mind: I can be bought. We went from nosebleed to nosehair (meaning we could practically see Mo's) and we were screaming like children because we could see every glistening Mo-muscle.

Not just that - it was really a fantastic show. She's a great performer, and so so fit. I couldn't believe what she was doing. And I loved how she changed up old songs that really should be tired but were bright and fresh as the tears of happiness that were streaming down our faces because we were there. Borderline on electric guitar, people. Those critics who call Madonna "stale" are either jealous or just not paying attention. Love it. Love it. LOVE IT.

So for the next few weeks my posts might be littered with Madonna minutiae. I do not apologize. If you don't like it, then you can eff off.

Here's something I found that's almost as wonderful as the concert was.



Oh, and off-topic a little bit, but all about inspiring women is a fantastic article I read today about Mrs. Obama.