November, 2006

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I heart Augusta… and Phil Wickham.

Monday, November 13th, 2006

All I have to say is, if you get a chance to go ANYWHERE and see Phil Wickham in concert, do it. If you don’t, and I find out, I will personally find my way to you, point in your face, and ridicule you for making a poor decision. Ok? Don’t make me do that, please.

This is him singing my personal favorite of his, “Divine Romance”. So good. So spiritual. So lovely.

My friend Danielle and I (and her baby on the way, Maddie) got the chance to see Phil, Audio Adrenaline, and Mercy Me tonight. We had awesome seats (thank you, friend) and the bands were so good. Yes, it was in Augusta. Yes, we drove there. Yes, we know it is a long way. They totally should have played in ATL, but beggars can’t be choosers. (Does that cliche even work here? Not sure.)
Here’s the interesting thing about Audio Adrenaline. Danielle and I took a little trip down memory lane and recalled that in 8th grade, a group of us went to hear them and Newsboys. 8th grade for me was 1994. That, my friends, is what you might call “a long time ago”. But I remember it clearly- probably because it was the only cool thing I did in 8th grade, who knows. But we both remembered that concert. And, bizarrely enough, this guy was my favorite member of the band then. That is so strange to me-”that’s quite a lot of bass playing, sir” (what I would have said if we were on time for the meet and greet). As soon as I saw him, I had this flashback of him with a mohawk. And me with purple hiking boots on, but I digress…
Here’s some more pictures… just for your viewing pleasure. Is it wrong that I kept saying to Danielle, “I gotta get a shot of this for my blog”? If that is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

Here’s Danielle (you can’t really see the pregnant-ness, but it is there in full on 8th month fashion) and our tickets. 4th row baby! I could smell the sweat on Audio Adrenaline. (That’s not supposed to make you think I’m cool, that’s supposed to gross you out, as it did me.) The one in white, yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s the one with the stench. Good performer, bad smell.

And to please my mother, is this final picture. As Danielle and I left, we look and see the tech nerds area, and what do you think their beverage of choice was? This is no optical illusion or camera trickery, this is truthfully where they were brewing their tea. I took 3 pictures (I won’t bore you here with them, but I have emailed them to Mama), and by the third I had some explaining to do to the kind tech nerds, who were staring at me as I photographed their area. I stuttered something incomprehensible and then bolted. It should be a good story for them to tell other tech nerds at a later time.

Great show. Great night. It’s almost midnight and I’m supposed to teach school tomorrow? We’ll see how that goes. Something tells me someone you know is going to lose their patience before snack time…..

Your mom is an old hockey movie.

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

I went to my first Atlanta Thrashers game last night. The school where I work gave out free vouchers to teachers and students. And because I’m a mooch, and single, I took a handful so I could invite my friends.

[Something that you need to know is that when I say "with my friends" or "invite my friends", it is usually (but not always) referring to Molly and Haley. And their husbands. And soon, Pinto (Haley is preggers).]

So, Haley and Jeff, our other friends John and Robin, myself and Molly (no Brandon this time- coaching the Creekview Grizzlies to a disappointing 14-0 loss) all headed down to Philips Arena. I kept worrying that any students/teachers I saw from school were going to thing Molly and I were “life partners” or something crazy like that, but luckily she kept flashin’ that diamond ring, so I think we were safe. Wouldn’t want any fellas to pass me up because they thought I played for the wrong team.

None of us are hockey aficionados, nor did we even really know what was going on, but boy did we cheer! Every time two players even grazed each other, Molly would scream, “FIGHT!!” at the top of her lungs. About four times, the players complied and we got to see all out brawls. That is something that makes hockey a real pleasure to watch. What other sport allows the players to punch each other in the face? None, I tell you. And the visual stimulation of this place- whew! I think I had 2 seizures because of all the strobe lights. The Thrashers lost 5-2 but we had a ball (or a puck?) and I seriously hope to go back.

The real highlight of the game (besides the kiss cam where a man made out with his beer- NO LIE) was being with these friends. I’m telling ya, the older I get, the more I appreciate true friends, low drama friends, trustworthy friends, true best friends. I’m sure we all get our feelings hurt, I’m sure we don’t always agree, but I’m also sure that we would do anything to make the others feel loved. (Not to mention that both of their husbands are AWESOME and I love being friends with them, too. The Lord knows what He is doing.)

Honestly, with these girls, it’s just so easy.


(Yeah, I know it’s my profile picture, it’s just also the most recent one of us. Deal.)

Out of product…

Wednesday, November 8th, 2006

I ran out of Friz-Ease Hair Serum today. A fate worse than…. nah, not that bad. It is this lovely small bottle of clear goo. A drop about the size of the dime can just barely control the frizzy hairs that I do not like. As a result of running out, today my hair is Friz-Ease free. Truthfully, I thought my head looked pretty similar to a normal day.

Fast forward to this afternoon. I’m walking my kids back to our room from lunch and I’m telling 2 boys that I couldn’t fall asleep last night, so I stayed up really late (no comment on the fact I created a blog…. I know, I know….).

The first boy says, “Oh, so THAT’S what is wrong with your hair.”

I reply, “What? What are you talking about?” (forgetting the lack of Friz-Ease situation)

Boy #2 pipes in, “Yeah, it’s so frizzy today.”

We then had 2 conversations:
#1- Frizzy hair and being sleepy are not really linked at all.
#2- It is impolite to tell your beautiful teacher that she has any type of flaw- be it a physical flaw or a personality flaw. Compliments are the correct response every time, all the time. (Their wives will thank me one day)

And I thank you, gentlemen, for reminding me to go to the store this afternoon.

I can’t resist.

Wednesday, November 8th, 2006

I’m pretty hard core, I’ll admit. I usually stand up against technological pressures (i.e- MySpace, Facebook, CDs, DVDs, toilet paper, blogs, etc.).

But alas, I have fallen. I am weak. I want a blog. And now I have one.

I think things like this, and MySpace (which I adore now), are strangely therapeutic. I can brain puke all the wrinkles and laughs and heartaches of my life onto the screen and then simply hit “publish” and it is gone from my mind… at least for a few minutes. Blogs calls us to be vulnerable, but to whom, really? No one officially. But if I’m going to really pursue this full time writing gig, I’m going to have to be okay with having invisible readers, but trusting they are out there. (Please, don’t be offended. You are not literally invisible.)

So I’m a blogger. And I have the likes of Tatum, Caroline, Heather (the International Bad H) , and an invisible friend, Lauren, to thank for this new found freedom and enjoyment.

And for your personal knowledge, I have also accepted all the previously mentioned technological advances except Facebook. And that decision was based merely on my… ahem… age.