I stayed up late last night and typed up this big, beautifully-worded blog about the Train concert and how it made me feel 14 again. It took over an hour and a half, I previewed it and then lost it. Ninety minutes of work irretrievably lost. Gone. Again. Damn computer.

So.. here's a summary of the Train blog -- it was incredible. We were in the third row and the speakers were so close, they made my hair move -- it was intense and I loved every minute of it. It was fun just to hang with the girls, get crazy, have a few beers and dance in the aisle -- clapping and waving and singing along. I cannot even wait for the Bon Jovi/Nickelback concert now (by the way, tickets go on sale Thursday! ).

Today I feel 14 again, but not in a good way. I'm freaked out by the fact that I knew the girl who was killed in Greene Township. I went to high school with her. She was always pretty and friendly, though she ran with a rough crowd (as did I). I knew of her husband and the guy they arrested. She was found about 2 miles from my current home.

I haven't seen Stacy in years and we weren't even really friends in high school -- we just kind of hung out with some of the same people -- but, the whole thing is wigging me out. I can't stop thinking about her two young children (10 and 12) who are now motherless. How does someone take a mother's life? I feel sorry for the kids who will surely have to endure hearing about every horrid detail of their mother's death.

Right now, my daughters (2 & 4) are dressed up in their finest princess dresses, sparkly shoes and tiaras. They're playing school and for some reason the little one is pretending to be a dog now. She just came over on all fours, panting and licked me.

Surely, these are the types of memories that Stacy must've had with her children when they were young.

Whatever happened in her life, wherever she went, whatever she did, whoever she knew, I am truly sorry that it ended this way.

There, but by the grace of God, go I.