This week was my vacation. Since Hubby is on an “extended vacation” we decided to do some local things we have never done. The Hermitage, former home and burial place of Pres. Andrew Jackson, has been on our list for years. We finally made it out there on Monday!
We donned our headphones and took the audio tour all over the property. The most memorable part for me was when we walked through the old slave quarters where they housed all the slaves on the property. During a portion of the audio tour they name each slave that they knew the name of. Over 100 of them were named as you walked where some of them lived out the entirety of their lives. It was a surreal moment.
The tomb of Pres. Jackson and his wife
The Hermitage Mansion
Uncle Alfred’s cabin, one of the head slaves on the homestead. He is buried in the garden next to the President’s tomb.
Cotton fields worked by many hands
The rear view of the home
So I am a whole week late on my last weekend’s post. No judgement. I work over 60 hours a week. I can only do so much!
Now, moving on. Last weekend was so good that I am still recovering this weekend. How am I recovering? I was home and in bed by 7:30 tonight. Mission accomplished!
So last Friday night we celebrated one of my favorites’ birthday. We started out with dinner at one of her favorite places and then we headed out for some more fun times and went dancing.
The Birthday Girl and her Hubby, Matt.
The crew doing what we do best.
Amy and BMan.
Colleen, Liz, and Hilary
Hubby had to retire early so these guys were my bodyguards. They rock.
Matt yelling at the DJ who was doing a terrible job.
D, Amy, Melissa, and I. Sorry for the weird look on my face. It was past my bedtime and I was waiting for the caffeine to kick in!
The very next day we had our very own 20sb Nashville mini-meetup! Our girl EP just happened to be in town, and since we already consider her a Nashvillian, we were so honored to have her join us! Can I just say, Bloggers, yes with a capital “B”, are the best. We sat, we ate, we chatted, it was fun times. In attendance were Courtney, Katie, EP, Hilary, Liz, and myself. We made friends fast. That is all I will disclose from the conversation. It lasted for HOURS. I hated to leave. Love you all ladies! I do find it funny that when “bloggers” get together we don’t talk about blogging. Well, yes, it comes up, but for the most part we just talk about our lives. So awesome. I love that its not “shop talk.”
After I totally lost track of the time with the awesomeness of the conversation, I raced home to meet Hubby and pick up some great friends, Mr. and Mrs. Peanut, who were joining us to go see a friend play a show. Andrew did a great job and we ate and laughed and hung with Amy and BMan for most of the night.
We returned home that night exhausted and ready for a great day at church the next day. Last week we had a guest speaker, Stephen Mansfield. He authored “The Faith of Barack Obama” and “The Faith of George W. Bush” and he challenged us greatly during his time with us. I am so excited to read his books next. We opted out of a Super Bowl party that day. We were so exhausted we went home and spent time with my adorable nephew and family to watch the game.
And that is it. And then Monday came with a ton of new opportunities. I hope to tell you all about that very soon! Stay tuned peeps!
Tags: Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban
So last night Hilary and I were going to meet up for some discussion, vlogging, and all around fun times. Who knew how fun it could be? Let’s just say that apparently when the two of us get together crazy stuff happens!
So, pop quiz. What did we see:
A) Emmylou Harris sipping coffee at the coffee bar in only a trench coat, shorts, and Ray-ban glasses.
B) Hurricane force winds toppling over tables and forcing umbrellas down Hillsboro Pike as a 15 year-old Whole Foods employee runs after them aimlessly.
C) Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban freaking sitting right next to us. I swear we touched!
What did you say? All of the above?? YOU ARE CORRECT.
But we were so flustered by the whole “Nieith” sighting (seriously, we need to give them a conjoined name) that all you get on this Vlog is “Nieth” craziness!
Tags: Bloggers, EP, Girlfriends
I am so angry at myself. Why? Because I met one of the seriously coolest human beings alive last week and have nothing to show for it. We are both bloggers, both had cameras on our phones, and NEITHER of us took a picture! Seriously, I am sad.
So, who was the fabulous blogger I met last week? Well if you follow me on twitter you know, and if you don’t follow me on twitter, why not?
Ok, really, enough suspense. Last week I met the wonder EP from Stylish Handwriting (oh yeah, I might have mentioned that on a previous Vlog. So much for suspense right? I apparently suck at surprises.)
She was in town to see me visiting her boy who happens to be planted right here under my nose here in Nashville. So, when she came to visit him we decided to met up and “really” meet each other.
AND IT WAS THE BEST TIME. Ever.
We met at one of my favorite coffee shops, which she knew how to get to, thank goodness. I planted myself in the window not sure which door she would come thru and as soon we saw each other we knew it was going to be a fun time. We hugged. We ordered. We sat. We talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. We talked so long her boy had to call and say something along the lines of “have you been kidnapped by some random stalker?”, “are you going to meet me for lunch, it is THREE hours later?”
Seriously, THREE hours later. And it wasn’t enough and we both had no idea we had been talking for that long. I thought it had been maybe 45 minutes or so. For real.
Non-Bloggers People, for all of you out there who give all of us bloggers a hard time for having “imaginary friends” or “random stalkers” (yes, I have heard all of this) you all can shut it. Seriously. I have met some of the sweetest, most genuine, most passionate and caring individuals in the blogosphere. Some of them I love much more than my real life acquaintances. You all know. Don’t hate.
There is something so amazing about meeting someone randomly who you have so much in common with and respect and care about who you might not ever have met any other way. I remember the first day EP and I “met” via 20sb. We both joined the same day and on a fluke friended each other and chatted the day away. It was so fun! Now we have met in real life and I am so glad to say that I count her as a Real Life Friend as well. She WILL be moving here soon. Half of our conversation may or may not have been eaten up with us conspiring how to get her here sooner rather than later, but whatever. I am so thankful to have met her. We will be friends for so very long. She is amazing and inspiring and lovely all the way around.
It got me to thinking. I think we all have a group of bloggers who would be in our ultimate blogger meet-up. Who would be in yours? Nothing matters. It is totally imaginary. They can live far or near. Be famous or not. Who would you love to hang with for a day?
Tags: Baby Nephew, Family, pics
My new little baby nephew was born on Wednesday. I can’t even begin to tell you how perfect and beautiful he is. I think he has to be the most wonderful thing ever. When I held him for the first time all I could think was something this perfect could have only come from Heaven. Being an aunt is already the coolest thing ever. We love him so much already and can’t wait to see what life has in store for him! Thank you all for all the prayers and the thoughts!
Tags: Beach, Vacation
Observations from people-watching on the balcony at the beach:
1. When it is a red flag and there is a Category 4 hurricane in the gulf, you should not allow your child in the water. It is called rip tides and undercurrents and they will get you. This makes me question your competency as a parent.
2. Don’t pick up the jellyfish. Really don’t. You will regret it.
3. Don’t allow your children to throw objects at the seagulls and laugh sinisterly when they hurt them. Animal cruelty is one of the first signs of labeling a serial killer. Just saying, think about it.
4. If you sit on the beach chairs you are supposed to pay for, you should not attempt to get up and sneak off right before the attendant comes to collect the money. He will track you down.
5. Don’t allow your elderly grandmother into the water during a red flag. See No. 1.
6. If I am sleeping with the balcony door open to hear the waves, I do not appreciate you out at 3am yelling, “Come and get me Gustav, hahhahaha.” Idiot.
7. Surfing with a Category 4 hurricane in the gulf is dangerous stupid. There are no professional surfers in NW FL, therefore you are not qualified to attempt to Hang Ten. Again, see No.1.
8. If you don’t pick up your trash when you leave the beach, I cannot be held responsible for hurling things at you from my balcony. And I will. Biodegradeable things that is.
That is all.
Tags: Birthdays, Photos
Hello Darlin(s), it’s nice to see ya. It’s been a long time. Your just as lovely, as you used to be. . .
I am singing. Don’t tell me you don’t know Conway Twitty? For shame! Be still my Nashville-lovin’ heart! Expose yourself people! No, I mean to different music. Oh gosh, not looking forward to the google hits I’ll get off that one!
So, I have missed you guys! Yes, I am fine. Yes, the hand is fine. Still sore. Looks like I wacked a nerve pretty good, but all is well. So, what happened? Well, let’s just say that if you are flinging, yes, flinging boxes under a curtain make sure you are fully aware where the support stud is and avoid it at all cost. Me, I had never heard that piece of advice so I wanted to enlighten you all so that you will not be in the same predicament as me! Thanks for all the get-well soon comments, messages, emails, and tweets. And a huge muchas gracias to my awesome friends and guest-bloggers. You guys rock!
So much has happened I don’t even know where to begin.
I thought I would tell you about how in the midst of not being able to have full function of my hand last week I:
- almost killed a certain mortgage broker who continues to want to get paid for doing no work whatsoever. No, I wouldn’t have really killed him. Torture? Still considering it if he doesn’t shape up! His secretary is in for it too if she doesn’t return my emails ASAP. I realize I am now the customer who will not let them rest, but they did it to me with their lack of communication and their desire to take boatloads of our cash with no real customer service or work ethic.
- went to see The Dark Knight with Hubby, Rosy and B-Man and successfully cemented my admiration and undying love for Christian Bale. If Heath doesn’t win an Oscar there will be a public mutiny.
- (almost) successfully helped throw a surprise superhero themed party for Rosy. We kept the secret from her up until the moment that she was brought to the party place and she saw Mae’s car. I find this even more comical and ironic because Mae in her ultimate desire to plan the perfect party specifically covered incognito parking with all the guests, and it was her car that gave it away.
- almost cried in church, no not due to injury, but due to this song. Have loved it for a long time, but the girl who sang it was so good.
- was so excited to learn that my friend Hilary has started a blog! Go welcome her to the blogosphere! She is and will be a great read!
- had this conversation with Hubby in preparation for Rosy’s party, which is indeed worthy of note:
Me: ”I can’t wear heels all night, I am going to take a pair of flats to change into for later.”
Hubby: (attempting to be witty in referencing my birthday) “Are you going to wear your Crocs?”
Me: ”Have you not yet learned in five plus years of marriage and two years of dating that that would not be an acceptable choice?”
Hubby: (being dead serious) “What does it matter, shoes are shoes.”
I know he did not just say that. All I could do was stare at him with my mouth wide-open in hopes that I would detect any slight sign of sarcasm or misplaced humor. But there was none. I am honestly shocked and stunned at what he just said. I am sure at that moment that comment could have keeled over every single Carrie Bradshaw wanna-be and as well as every single woman alive. And the most disturbing part was he.meant.it.
Where did I go wrong people, where? I have failed as a woman, as a shoe-lover, and as wife. There is no hope if he truly believes that.
I will leave you with a few pics of Rosy’s party. I was way to busy eating cake socializing to continually snap pics, but we have a few!
Tags: Entertainment, Movies
We spent last night watching The Sound of Music, the new digitally restored version, and I have to say I could tell the difference. It was amazing. What was even more amazing to me is that Hubby had never seen The Sound of Music. How this is possible I have no idea. I realize he is not really a movie person, but, really, The Sound of Music?
Hubbs never really invests in a movie he actually is forced sits and watches with me, but last night he invested. I have never seen him get so fired up. My biggest mistake was telling him that there would be Nazis. This was my meager attempt to get him interested from the very beginning, whereas if I told him it was a musical he would have jumped ship very early. So, for the entire course of the movie he is on war criminal watch like it is his career.
Is he a Nazi? I bet he is. Hate him.
First, he said it about Christopher Plummer, then about the boy Von Trapp children, but when he moved on to Maria and was trying to make the nuns from the abbey be in cahoots with the them I had had it.
JUST WATCH THE MOVIE. They will explain it all-I promise!!!
That’s when I realized why movie-watching is hard for him. Quite simply, he is as impatient as a kid (and quite possibly ADD) when it comes to waiting for something, like a movie plot, to unfold. Same goes for reading books for entertainment. He can’t do it. Books about sports, historical figures, and instructional books are no big deal because he basically already gets the gist of what is going to happen. But, put him in a scenario where he is forced to wait on an outcome, and it drives him crazy.
This is very strange for a person who is very laid back and patient in matters when it comes to real life. Who would have thought that some simple movie-watching would have sent him over the edge? After the movie, I had to look up the personal history of the entire Von Trapp family because he could not rest until he knew what happened to them after they crossed that green mountain. For me, I am happy knowing that they made it safely somewhere ( I used to firmly believe they lived in the woods behind my house) and I was content to believe that all was well in their world, but not him. No. I had to google all things Family Von Trapp and was forced to map their entire singing trek through America after they fled Europe. I was exhausted and didn’t get to bed until after midnight.
He was still asking me questions about the story as we went to bed.
This is quite possibly the very reason we don’t do movies together.
Or perhaps he is way smarter than I give him credit for and he thinks that if he takes all the fun out of the movie experience I won’t ask him to watch with me anymore. By Jove, I think I’ve got it!
Oh, he is in trouble now.
Tags: Entertainment, Movies, Patrick Swayze
Yesterday, after the culmination of a very bad couple of days, I finished all of my responsibilities and went to meet Rosy, Anne, and their four legged babies, Atticus and Duke, for dinner. We then headed to the airport to pick up Mae, who is quite the jet setter these days. We had a whole night planned. A whole Crazy for Swayze plan.
One of the greatest things about Nashville is the summer activities. Big Band dancing in the park, picnics, hikes, movies in the park, ghost walks, picking parties (guitars not fruit), Frist Fridays, etc. etc. etc. All so much fun!
Last night was Movies In the Park at Centennial, one of the city’s many great parks. Us girls, B-Man, Atticus, Duke, and a couple thousand of our closest friends converged on the lawn to watch Dirty Dancing.
We had all the essentials for a fun movie night.
2. Sour Patch Kids-check
4. Three Muskateers-check
Oh yeah, and a couple of a blankets, doggie treats, and cameras. I however forgot that I had run the battery down in my camera so you will all have to deal with the run-down of the night without any pictures. Sad, I know.
We arrived with all the essentials in tow and tried to find a spot on the very crowded lawn. People were everywhere and unwilling to move their blanket a quarter of a inch to make a comfortable spot for us, so we wound up sitting on the side tyring to sneak peaks of the screen in between a million walking bodies, dogs, babies, and a few rogue tree branches. But, we were there and that is what counts.
As Mae and I annoyed everyone around us by quoting the entire movie, Rosy and Annie tried to maintain their four legged children. We all cheered when it came on the big screen. Watching a movie in the park amongst so many people will always be one of my favorite summer experiences. So many different people all around you all there to have a good time and just be with the people they love. And it is so awesome.
Well, almost all people anyway. During the last few scenes of the movie, some guy runs up to a jogger (seriously who jogs during movies in the park) beside us and starts asking in a very frantic voice where the park ranger was, where the security people were, wanting him to call 911, etc. He was very loud and I was annoyed because I did not understand the seriousness of the situation. Annie and I proceeded to shush him until we realized someone had stolen his friends purse at knife-point as she sat and watched the movie. Sure enough, sirens and crying woman made me realize that even in such a perfect place where all seems to be right there are still bad things that go one. We couldn’t for just a few hours feel like we were a community of people all just out to have a good time. Our perfect little world was shattered and as I walked back to my car Rosie and I remembered how back when we were in college no one ever came to this park at night. It is not the safest place at night even today, but really, to rob a woman in the midst of thousands of people is just unreal to me.
There is no such thing as total safety. Even with Johnny Castle around. Really, don’t we all just need a Johnny in our life to stick up for us and rescue us when we need it?
All in all, it was a very fun night surrounded by people I love. We all cheered when he rescued baby “from the corner” and when they did the perfect practiced lift at the end, and when they took over the resort hall. Seriously, a great movie experience. I am only regretting the M&Ms!
It was amazing. It was incredible. It really was everything I’d dreamed it would be.
I laughed. I cried. I smacked at Jen’s arm so many times that she most likely has marks all over her arm this morning. Sorry dear, Love you!
I will not spoil it for anyone who may see it later, but go as quickly as you can, run, run to the theaters now!
One highlight: not a spoiler! For all you die-hard Rentheads out there, look for a RENT cast original. Mae and I almost came out of our seats. Did they seriously just mesh my love for RENT and Sex and the City? It couldn’t get any better!
So here is the low-down on our fabulous night out. No spoilers, I promise, I would not want to endure the wrath of letting plot synopsis slip, so I will just tell you about our night.
We met up at a great little restaurant near the movie theather. This was planned. We knew that finding nine seats together on opening night would be some-what difficult, so we wanted to increase our odds of getting there early.
As soon as we walked in the restaurant the waiter says, “Sex and the City, right?”
“Yeah, how’d ya know?”
“This place is full of groups of women ordering Cosmos, somehow I just knew.”
And he wasn’t kidding, the SATC groupies were everywhere. Young, old, some with boyfriends and husbands who were dragged along against their will.
Melissa, Rosy, and Candice all looking pretty.
Erin, Jen, and Charlotte, with her ” I am a Charlotte” tank. I so need one of those!
Mae and I
After finishing up our dinner at The Yellow Porch, we headed across the way to the theater. I had Fandangoed all of our tix at least three weeks ago, but even the Fandango line was obscene! I have never seen so many packs of women everywhere.
Our posse made it to the theater at 7:15 for the 8:00 show and another line! The first showing hadn’t let out yet and we had to wait for them to get out. The moment they started to come out we all packed in. Besides the fact that it was virtually pitch dark in the theater somehow, hundreds of women in heels found their way to their seats without too much pushing and shoving. Yes, we got great seats, all together!
Us before the show.
AND IT WAS AMAZING. That is all I will say. Go see it for yourself!
After the show we headed to Lime for some yummy goodies and to recap the show. We had an awesome night.