Hello, TX blog peeps!
Sampsa, Storm, Wiz, Brock, Lutalo, newbie B. Horne, and I are working hard to get all the Team Xtreme Tour info together for this blog and for the main site.
We have a LOT of information to put together in a somewhat organized manner so... bare with us.
Bridget Horne, the newly donned Ms. Xtreme, has taken this week off and is going to make sure we've got our Xtreme heads on straight before she goes back to her life, which she graciously dropped to help our sorry butts.
I'm going to make sure one of us - Storm, Sampsa, or me - lets you all know when more information is added to the pages.
We gave each of the six tours their own page on the blog, but only Tour #4 has all the concert dates. The locations aren't on there yet, but the dates are.

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While Sarah is running around like a chicken with its head cut off, I wanted to post on here and say...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMPSA!!!
He's playing with the kiddies right now because Sarah told him to stay in the bedroom until she gets the dishes and laundry done. She wants to get the dishes done so everyone can have coffee before 10 a.m. This woman doesn't stop.
So we're all trying to stay out of her way while we watch MST3K: Werewolf, which is Sarah's favorite.
I love Finland!
I just spent five hours having lunch at Janoinen Lohi with Mr. and Mrs. Auvo and I wish we could've stayed longer.
We had to leave because Sarah got a call that Sam, her grandson, had a fever. As far as I know he's fine now and in the protective hands of Dr. Delbin.
This tour was the best I've been on and the downtime has been the best.
Golden Corral is my new favorite place in the world.
Today I accompanied Sarah to the eye doctor. She was only there for her annual check-up, but when the doctor finished testing her eyes, he told us that she is far sighted and she'll need glasses.
After about five minutes of looking through a case of eye glasses, Sarah decided which pair she wanted.
Tomorrow my wife will start wearing glasses when she reads, writes, and does any computer work.
It's still very strange to me that I have the privilege of calling her my wife.
19 years ago I was helping her parents get ready for her arrival. I try not to think about the fact that I was there the night my wife was born, but it's true.
I watched her grow from a daydreaming baby girl who told stories when she could barely talk into a beautiful woman who still often daydreams and tells stories. She uses proper English mostly when she tells her stories now, but other than that not much has changed.
This week is going to be very... cathartic.
November 6th will not only be Sarah's 19th birthday, but it will also be our 19th anniversary. Sarah pointed that out to me today after her pupils had been dilated fully and she'd had two Mountain Dews and a rather large cup of coffee.