Where Have I Been??!!!

I cannot believe that I have not posted anything here since last Tuesday! What is wrong with me??? My dad came to visit on Wednesday and I just didn't take the time to blog (that and he is a computer hog ;-). Hopefully I will be more on top of things in blog world this week. I guess since I haven't blogged in almost a week, I should catch you up a little on what I have been up to......






So, Thursday night we went to see the Gaither Homecoming at Freedom Hall (which is a local arena about 5 minutes from our house). I have to say it was a really fun night (if you like Southern Gospel Music, if not, you would have had very little fun). It was neat seeing in person all those Gospel singers we usually only get to see on TV. I think part of the reason I like the Gaithers because they bring back memories of when I was little. I can hear "The King is Coming" and be immediately taken back to my childhood. I can remember laying in the back seat of my parents big green LTD listening to the Gaithers on an 8-track tape. Does that make me old? Yep, I think 8-track tapes and never having been placed in a child restraint device might just be what separates the old women from the girls. Maybe instead of asking people how old they are, we should just say "Did you ever listen to an 8-track tape or have you ever been properly restrained in a vehicle?".





Matter of fact, to this day, if I am riding in a car with my mother and she has to slam on the brakes, she never fails to throw her arm out in front of me --- as if to keep me from flying through the windshield. I guess it's a habit that started in my childhood when I stood in the seat beside her while she was driving. Yes, I was allowed to stand beside her in the car. Maybe it's just a Southern thing, but I don't think I even knew what a seat belt was until around 1980. It was around that time that there was a national campaign to raise awareness of the dangers of not wearing your seat belt (oh and they made it a law that you HAD to wear your seat belt - the threat of a ticket changes your perspective sometimes - at least it did with my parents). Now, of course, we wouldn't dare put our cars into 'drive' without buckling up and we definitely wouldn't allow our kids to be unrestrained. Funny how things change over time, huh?

Anyway, The Hoppers were there Thursday night and they sang this , which you may remember as one of my all time favorite southern gospel songs. I love all kinds of music; however, I listen mostly to contemporary (Casting Crowns, Toby Mac, etc), but there is just something I love about the old stuff too.

So, I have mentioned before that my husband referees high school football. Friday night, my dad and I met my sister and her kids for dinner and then we went to watch hubs' game. The two teams that played are huge rivals. The place was PACKED. We finally found a place to sit and the concrete seats were so hot it felt like I had fallen tail-first into a campfire. Anyway, during the 2nd quarter, Kaden said he was thirsty. I finally gave in and made my way to the concession stand - did I mention that I hate walking in front of people? Yeah, well I hate it even more when there are lots of people to walk in front of (you never know who might be making fun of you in a crowd- and yes, I know I need counseling). Anyway, we got our drinks, walked back to our seat and squeezed in among the thousands of people just in time for Kaden to projectile vomit all over me and himself (and unfortunately my dad). Thankfully, he missed the lady in front of him, but unfortunately he did not miss my purse or my pants. Sorry, Daddy, but there are just some things that cannot be helped and vomit is one of them.

-Cost to get into the ball game?: $5




-Cost to replace ruined purse?: $30




-Seeing the look of fear on people's faces around us as my child blew chunks right beside them? Priceless






The lady sitting in front of us at the game that night, was wearing a tank top and low rise jeans. So low, in fact, that I could see her thong AND at least 2 inches of hiney cleavage (we don't say the word "butt" at our house or I would have said "butt cleavage"). Allow me to make a heartfelt plea on behalf of people everywhere: If you are reading this and you wear pants that show your underwear on purpose, please stop this madness immediately. No one cares to see your hind parts. You backside is not as special as you might think - we all have one - we have all seen them. There are some things that should remain private and your thong clad bum is one of them. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

Speaking of my dad, I need to give him a shout out for helping Lake and I with a school project this weekend. The kids in his class were given a choice of different buildings in a community to make a replica of. Those of you who know us in real life will understand why Lake chose to make a Police Station. My dad and I helped him and I think it turned out pretty well. What do you think?

In case you cant tell, that is a Gideon Bible on the top bunk in the jail......I thought that was a nice touch. Anyway, thank you, Daddy for all your help - you are the best paper desk/chair, sink and toilet maker I have ever known --- pretty good for someone who never made paper doll.


I saw this video of Sarah Palin on my friend Amanda's blog and I thought it was really neat.


So, I have done enough of those memes that ask "Favorite Movie" for some of you to know that my fav movies is Madagascar. Well, imagine my delight as I watched the trailer for Madagascar 2!!! We rarely go to the movies, but we may have to make an exception and give those Hollyweird people some of our hard-earned dough this November.

Speaking of movies, a friend of ours from church, invited us to a private (Chic-fil-A sponsored) movie screening of "Fireproof". I soooooo hope that hubs isn't working or calling a ballgame that night. That would be a crying shame!!!

So, I was wondering if there is a such thing as blogging as a job. Do you know anyone whose job is blogging? I was thinking that maybe I could justify all this blogging time if I were to actually get paid for it. So, if you run across any help wanted ads that say "Full-time bloggers needed" - let me know and I will definitely apply for the job.

Okay, I am off to do something productive.......