Archives for January 2009

– The winners of the Praise Baby CD giveaway are posted, so head on over and see if you’re one of the lucky ten.

– Today Barb posted some recipes for Super Bowl appetizers. And now what I want more than anything in the world is for someone to come over to my house and make all that cream cheese deliciousness for supper. Be still my cloggy heart.

– Gayle and some other bloggy friends were in Atlanta for Travis’ CD recording/DVD taping last night, and this post of hers sums up all my favorite parts of this crazy blogging world.

Updated to add: Kelly has posted an incredible update on sweet baby Harper. HUGE praise!

We got home a little while ago from Georgia, where we had, as our friend Todd’s daddy would say, a FAN-TAS-TIC time. We drove over for Travis Cottrell‘s live CD recording / DVD taping at First Baptist Church Woodstock, and it was about seventy four kinds of wonderful.

And by the way: FBC Woodstock? IS GIGANTOR.

I mean, I’ll bet you could get 300 people in there on Sunday mornings. Maybe even 350 if you squeezed in really tight.

Anyway, I am worn out from all the laughing and not sleeping that I did, and the sad part of that is that there were a bunch of people that I wanted to sit down with and, you know, HAVE A CONVERSATION, but our later-than-we-planned arrival combined with some bloggy bidness combined with trying to find people in a room of thousands wasn’t really conducive to that. I actually woke up this morning thinking about people I wanted to see but didn’t, but maybe I’ll do better next time. I hope so.

So now we’re home and I’m trying to catch up on a few things and then I will hopefully be able to put some words to all the stuff I’m thinking and feeling.

Until then, I can tell you that if you read Melanie’s blog today and wondered if the eggs she ordered were really that bad, I can tell you without hesitation that YES, THEY WERE HIDEOUS. Ohmyword. They have now replaced a soup made with Thanksgiving Day leftovers as The Food Item I’d Rather Not Think About When I Have A Stomach Virus. Honestly, there really aren’t adequate words to describe the foulness of those eggs, but because they made such a lasting impression on me, I will try: damp curdled milky chunks with salsa.

You’re welcome.

Now do have a delightful afternoon.

Last week the husband and I went to see Celine Dion in concert thanks to a free ticket hook-up from a bloggy friend. It was SUCH a treat. And while I typically try to temper my concert expectations because you never really know how someone’s going to sound live, there’s no question that I was fully prepared to be awed and amazed by Celine’s voice.

I mean, I’ve screamed “River Deep, Mountain High” enough in the privacy of my own car to know that IT IS NOT EASY TO HIT THOSE NOTES, PEOPLE. I couldn’t wait to hear her live.

And while we were at the concert, I received an unexpected blessing.

I need to pause for a moment and compose myself so that I can share it. My heart is still very tender from the experience, you understand.

Y’all, I spent at least one full hour carefully scrutinizing Celine’s hair and stifling the urge to stand up and salute it. It is glorious. A wonder, even. Something tells me she’s probably not pulling her hair through a cap and then sitting around for 30 minutes in her pajamas while she waits for some straight-up bleach to work its magic. Girlfriend had some volume and some lowlights that would make you weep. She’s my new hair heroine.

I just wanted you to know that. Because it matters to me.

And since I’m a fan of the Tough Questions, I have to ask: who’s your hair heroine?

I do hope that’s not too personal.

Thank you and have a lovely day.