Archives for September 2008

T Minus 24-ish Hours

And We Will Name Her Marriottina

Now before I tell you this story, I want you to know that while there are parts of my life that occasionally cause some Deep Angst, the size of our family is not one of them. The five year-old who sleeps down the hall has brought us more joy than we could have ever imagined, and as far as I’m concerned any additions to our family would be gravy. Or icing. Or the cherry on top. Or whatever food-themed metaphor you prefer, really.

Bottom line: I’m pretty much blessed beyond measure no matter how the rest of my baby future pans out – whether that means I’m the mama of one, I get pregnant again, or we adopt.


With that perspective firmly established.

When Melanie and I were in Las Vegas a couple of weeks ago, we had a mighty deep conversation one night at supper as we shared some exceedingly average beef fajitas. We thoroughly examined a variety of topics, including but not limited to Mistakes Of Our Twenties, Qualities We Enjoy In A Shoe, Can You Believe We Met On The Internet, and Being Married To Strong-Willed Men, aka Our Husbands, They Have Some Opinions.

Eventually our conversation turned to Will There Be More Children, because sometimes it’s fun to think about possibilities, sort of like I enjoy thinking about what I might sing on American Idol if, you know, I could actually sing and I weren’t about eight years past the age limit. Plus, it’s always fun to talk about hypothetical babies because RAWR RAWR SWEET SMOOSHY BABY YUM YUM I EAT YOUR CHEEKS.

I mean, just because I’m okay with whatever direction my baby future takes doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be way past overjoyed to have at least one more round of this-here level of adorableness:



So Mel and I talked about all the wonderfulness of babies – the wonderfulness of Caroline and Alex in particular – and by the time supper was over, I thought we might have to swing by Baby Gap “just to look.” Oh, our ovaries were all aflutter – I don’t know any other way to put it.

When we got back to our hotel, we were still talking about our young’uns as we walked down the hall to our room. The conversation continued as I tried to unlock the door (the pesky electronic key, it is my nemesis), and when I finally opened the door, this is what we saw, I’m not even kidding:


Y’all. We froze dead in our tracks.

And after a solid twenty second pause – during which we both tried to absorb the fact that THERE WAS A BABY BED IN OUR ROOM – Melanie screamed, “IT’S A SIGN!”

And then I screamed, “SOMEBODY’S GONNA GIVE US A BABY!”

Because, you know, that would be completely logical.

Mel called the front desk and explained that there had obviously been some sort of crib mix-up since we were not in fact traveling with any infants or toddlers, and about fifteen minutes later someone came to our room and took away the baby bed.

We stood in the center of the room all wistful-like for about three seconds.

Then we laughed until we cried.

And in keeping with the evening’s theme of pretend babies, we proceeded to have us some pretend cravings as we enjoyed a large bag of trail mix from the Walgreens along with a couple of packs of plain M&Ms.

We’re all about some realism, people.

And apparently, we’re all about some crazy as well.

And By The Way, I Can’t Get The Word “Wertzian” Out Of My Head

Many of y’all know that one of my primary objectives in life (okay. maybe not “primary.” perhaps I’m overstating it. but still.) is to find great music that I can listen to even when there are kids in my car. And it’s certainly not that I have any objections to music that features the song stylings of high-pitched puppets, but I hit sort of hit my limit with that stuff when the young’un was around three.

So, if I had to succinctly state my musical goals, they would be as follows: 1) great music 2) no puppets 3) family friendly lyrics 4) good beat, can dance to it.

I’m not even kidding about number four.

About a year ago I heard a guy named Matt Wertz for the first time. I found him to be oh-so-enjoyable, but for whatever reason, I never transferred his music from iTunes to my iPod, which means it wasn’t getting any playing time in the car. Playing time in the car is critical to entering our family’s music rotation since that’s when we do the majority of our listening and singing and dancing.

Yes, I said “dancing.” I can flat-out break it down at a stoplight, y’all.


Back in June I finally put the Matt Wertz tuneage (totally a word) on my iPod, we listened to him all summer long, and we are officially fans. No, we’re Fans. FANS. Love his music so much.

Last week the talented Mr. Wertz released a new CD called “Under Summer Sun.” It’s not only safe for little ears, but it’s also a perfect soundtrack for a date night with your fella. In fact, it’s especially perfect for a date night with your fella, and if you’ve ever headed out for a date night only to have the Veggie Tales blare at you when you turn on the CD player, then you understand why appropriate music is a critical component of the date night process.

Because “O Where Is My Hairbrush” doesn’t really add a whole lot of ambience to a romantic night on the town.


If you’d like to win one of five signed copies of Matt Wertz’s oh-so-excellent “Under Summer Sun” along with a free t-shirt (FAYYYYYYYYN-CEE), here’s all you have to do:

1. Go to iTunes or Amazon.

2. Listen to the song previews.

3. Come back here and tell me which clip you like the most.

4. The end.

I’ll leave this giveaway open until noon Thursday, September 25, and at that point I’ll turn over the proceedings to the fine random number generator over at

Happy music, y’all!

This giveaway is now closed.

Turning To Giveaways As I Abandon All Videographer-Related Aspirations

So I made a whole bunch of videos at the Third Day concert extravaganza last Thursday night, and a few minutes ago I sat down to figure out which ones I wanted to post for your viewing (and listening) enjoyment. I couldn’t wait to provide you with a veritable feast for the eyes and ears. I was awash with giddy anticipation.

But then I listened to the first video. And the second. And the third. And so on and so forth, etc.

It didn’t take long for a decided trend to emerge: there was definitely a bit of a sound problem with my camera. Maybe I was too close to a speaker, or maybe the rock stars use more bass than what I’m accustomed to capturing on my none-too-fayncee digital recording device. Regardless, the end result is some pretty decent video quality and some deeply sub-standard audio quality.

In fact, on every single video I shot of Third Day, Mac Powell sounds like Darth Vader with a spectacularly bad head cold. Which is not at all what he sounded like live and in person (what exactly did he sound like live and in person, you wonder? Well, in a word: BUTTER).

So that to say: I will not be posting video from the concert.

But oh, it was a delight. My friend E. and I had the best time. There are lots of shows left on their tour, and you should totally go (you can check out the cities here).

And speaking of music.


I have three (THREE!) music giveaways coming up in the next week or so. The first one will go up later today or tomorrow; the next one will be Thursday; and the final one will be next Monday. I can’t wait to share All The Music with the internets.


I don’t mean to tease, but I have it on good authority that there’s going to be another one of these up for grabs in a couple of weeks.


It’s like Christmas in September.

Happy Monday, everybody.

Imagine This Title Is Alliterative And Clever

1) Last night a friend and I went to see Third Day, Switchfoot, Jars of Clay and Robert Randolph & The Family Band. If you’ve never listened to Robert Randolph & The Family Band, you need to know that they are a TREASURE. I linked to one of their videos a long time ago on my Daily Links page, but in case you missed that, I’m going to post a video again.

They make me HAPPY. And they are PHENOMENAL live.

Last night’s concert was one of those rare shows where I was excited to hear every single band. Yay, music.

And I have some concert-related tales in the works.

Also! Video!

2) Less than one week until “The Office.” I just needed to document that for my own personal enjoyment.



Before & After is a week from today. Which means I better get hoppin’.

4) We don’t buy a lot of toys at our house, but given the level of Star Wars interest in our home, we finally bought Alex a “real” Anakin Skywalker light saber because, quite frankly, I was tired of finding my vacuum cleaner attachments (aka pretend light sabers) all over the house.

You would’ve thought we’d given that child gold. Only he doesn’t really know what gold is. So I guess there’s probably a better analogy to express his delight, but I’ll be dadgummed if I can think of it right now.

Anyway, a few days ago we stopped at the mailbox before we pulled into our driveway, and the mailman was at the house across the street. So Alex rolled down his window, screamed, “THANK YOU FOR THE MAIL,” rolled up his window, thought for a few seconds, rolled down the window again, and screamed, “I GOT A FAYN-CEE NEW LIGHT SABER!”

You’ve never seen a more puzzled postman in your life.

And I may need to temper my use of the word “fancy.”

5) This has been a crazy week, as evidenced by the decided lack of posting here. I’ll try to do better. Perhaps my lifelong tendency to fly by the seat of my pants is no longer a viable time-management solution.

Have a great weekend, y’all!

I Get It Honest

Last week Mama and Daddy went on a chartered bus trip up the east coast. I’m not sure of the exact route, but I know it involved North Carolina, Virginia, and several days in Washington, DC. I didn’t talk to them until they left DC and were on the way home, but Mama was quick to tell me that they were having the best time! such a good time! just a wonderful time!

In fact, they had so much fun that they’ve already made reservations for another trip this fall. This is pretty remarkable since Mama’s idea of a vacation is to stay at home, dust, and arrange pillows, but it looks like some of Daddy’s wanderlust might be rubbing off on her.

By the way: official recipients of the wanderlust gene? Sister, Janie and me. Well, technically Janie didn’t inherit it from our side of the family since she married my brother and all, but nonetheless, the three of us would take a trip every four days if our schedules allowed it. Other than that we’re perfectly content to sit at home indefinitely and twitch until we get to go somewhere again.

Once he and Mama were home, Daddy sent all the “children” an email. He wrote, “We had a great time, saw lots and lots of sights and as you will note in the attached photos were honored while in Washington.”

As I read the email I thought, HONORED? IN WASHINGTON? Why, that is very fancy indeed.

After a few minutes I determined that since they were a part of such a large group, one of their elected officials might have rolled out the red carpet for them. And since I am a bit of a nerd in regard to Our Nation’s Capitol, I couldn’t wait to look at what I imagined would be pictures of my parents and their fellow travelers receiving some sort of Official Government Proclamation.

So you can imagine my surprise when I clicked on the attachments and saw this:


And this:


Oh, they are VERY important.

I mean, John McCain AND the front page of the paper, y’all.

Even if it’s a fake John McCain and a fake paper.

It still totally counts.

And everyone’s seventh decade should be just that fun.