Of Martina, Catch Phrase, and Emergen-C

This might be the first time I’ve sat down all weekend that I wasn’t in someone’s car.  The whirlwind started Friday night with a Trace Adkins/Martina McBride concert with some neighbors and friends.  Yes, you heard me right.  I said Trace Adkins and Martina McBride.  Don’t worry, I left my cowboy hat at home.

Until Friday night, I wouldn’t have known Trace Adkins if he’d bumped into me on the street, but I’m a long-time fan of Martina so I jumped at the opportunity to go see her in concert.  She didn’t disappoint.  She is even more magnificent in person.



I couldn’t stay in my seat.  I stood and sang along to every song I knew, and may I offer my sincerest apologies to the poor guy in front of me in the black cowboy hat.  I think I bumped you at least 10 times, and you were so kind not to turn around and give me a good dose of what for.

Saturday morning I woke up with swollen glands and a sore throat.  Oh joy.  Doesn’t it just figure that I’m battling some pesky virus the week of my big trip.  Determined to go to Nashville in top form, I’ve been swigging Emergen-C and Vitamin D3 like a groom with a flask of whiskey on his wedding day.

And then proving that there’s no rest for the wicked, on Saturday I took my daughters to gymnastics, recorded two videos, cleaned up the house, and then entertained 20-some friends from church for a family game night, where there was more eating and chatting than game-playing, but we did play a few rounds of Catch Phrase, which was great fun, particularly because the older kids could play too.  I’m tucking that idea away for a future gift idea, and you should too.

Today after church we grabbed a bite to eat and then spent the afternoon with the inlaws, where my 4-year-old daughter learned to blow her nose.  I know you’re jealous of the glamorous life I lead.

Oh, I almost forgot.  I got my hair cut and colored on Friday morning, and while I thought I had a cute new hair-do when I snapped this photo after my hair stylist worked her magic…


I discovered that after washing it and styling it myself, it looks remarkably like it looked before I got it cut.  Anyone have a clue how she made it flip up so cute?  I am such a failure when it comes to styling hair.  And God gave me two girls.  Go figure.

She also put in highlights, but evidently she took me at my word when I asked for them to be subtle because I can only see them when a take a magnifying glass to my head.  Which is probably just as well because I’m a bit of a drama queen when it comes to my hair.  Let’s just say I don’t adjust to change very easily.

So how ’bout you?  What did you do this weekend?