Last night D. and I GOT A BABYSITTER AND EVERYTHING and went to the Glory Revealed concert. Y’all know that I’m just a wee bit carried away with the whole Glory Revealed project, so I couldn’t wait to hear the music in person.

Plus, you must keep in mind that I used to watch “TRL” on MTV every single afternoon from 1997-2003, so I was slightly giddy about seeing Brian Littrell and, might I add, secretly hoping that he would do a little bit of his Backstreet Boys (oh, they were STREET, yo) choreography from back in the day.

Because I think we can all agree that “I Want It That Way” was, in a word, gold.

Anyway, we didn’t get to the concert until about ten minutes before it started, and when we got to Will Call and opened our ticket envelope, we were surprised to see that we had some sassy VIP stickers. After a few seconds I realized that Brian – the super nice guy at Provident Music who donated all the CD’s for the giveaway last month – was the person behind the “upgrade.” I actually had to ask the ladies at Will Call what the stickers enabled us to do (as you can tell, I am terribly familiar with the inner workings of the music industry), and they explained that we would get to sit in special seating.

Which means, in my book at least, that BRIAN ROCKS FOREVAH AND EVAH.

We did in fact have great seats, and in all honesty it was more than a little surreal to realize that our night on the town was connected, in part, to the blawg. Now granted, blogging has afforded me the opportunity to sample different books and products (Swiffer Carpet Flick, anyone?), but last night was the first time that it’s enabled me to do something fun outside of my home. And all I have to say about that is, HELLO, WALT DISNEY CORPORATION: HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I HAVE A FOUR YEAR OLD WHO ADORES MICKEY MOUSE, SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME AT YOUR EARLIEST POSSIBLE CONVENIENCE RE: OUR SUMMER TRAVEL PLANS.

Oh, I kid because I’m cheap.

The concert started with a medley of old hymns, which was a little bit of heaven on earth for me. Even better, it was clear early on that not a single one of the performers was interested in drawing attention to himself or herself (sidenote: Brian Littrell did not dance. But we were in a Baptist church, so this could be part of the reason why. Pure speculation on my part, however). And seriously, there was such humility in the performers’ worship; I mean it as a compliment when I say that they got out of God’s way. I could not tell you who sang what song, but the words have echoed in my mind all day long.

I’ve mentioned before that because the songs on Glory Revealed are taken straight from Scripture, they pack a more powerful punch than some of the other contemporary Christian music floating around out there. The songs also enable me to hide Scripture in my heart, something that I’m trying to be more intentional about doing (God has really been convicting me about my tendency to justify my actions or reactions based on how I feel as opposed to what He says, but that’s probably another post for another time, as I imagine you would like to finish reading this before, you know, autumn arrives).

So, bottom line: last night was uplifting, moving and humbling. Above all, it was worshipful – with every word of every song directed to the One who is worthy of all our praise. And if you live near Ocala, Lakeland, Clearview or Atlanta, I really encourage you to check out the schedule and try to make it to one of the few remaining dates on the Glory Revealed Tour. You will not be disappointed.

Finally, here’s a clip of Candi Pearson-Shelton singing “Glory Revealed,” which is based on Isaiah 40:3-5. This clip isn’t from last night’s performance, but it’ll help you understand why, at the end of the song, I wanted to stand up and shout “AMEN,” but alas my strong Methodist heritage would not allow me to do such a thing. John Wesley would’ve been so proud of my discipline, don’t you think? :-)

If you’re interested in buying the Glory Revealed CD, check out the Family Christian website – quite a deal.

Try to contain your excitement, everyone – IT’S A LIST!

I’m sure your heart is racing with anticipation.

1. A few days ago we had a little Southern show-down in terms of polite ways to decline invitations. If you’ll recall, the whole thing started because my mother-in-law said that she couldn’t come for a visit because she had to take her recently widowed friend Rubena to eat fried catfish at the church.

Y’all came up with some classics in the comments, no doubt about it; and the four people I asked to judge all picked a different winner. As a result, I had to pick based on how many times a person’s name was mentioned in the voting – which means that our winner is Clemntine. So, Miss Clemntine, email me your address, and I’ll order you a copy of this book!

Y’all’s responses were hilarious, by the way – some gen-u-wine bloggity treasure.

2. For a week or so I’ve wanted to recommend a new blog to y’all, but it’s a little outside my normal reading fare because it’s for the menfolk. It’s called My Best Investments, and I think it’s a funny, family-friendly daddy blog. So pass on the link to the men in your life – I really think they’ll get a kick out of it.

3. Don’t forget that Chris at Notes from the Trenches will be having a prize drawing at the end of this week for all the people who donated to the For Heather love offering. If you click here, you’ll see instructions for how you can sign up (if you haven’t already).

4. Today the four year old beat his daddy at Wii bowling for the first time. Which means that there was MUCH! SCREAMING! because OH! HE DID IT! YAY! AND HE! WAS! SO! EXCITED!

5. There was a snake in our backyard this afternoon.

It’s a shame, really, because we have so enjoyed being outside lately, and now we will NEVER LEAVE OUR HOUSE AGAIN.

Edited to add: new pictures at the bottom because I AM OBSESSED WITH THE GEESE.

Hello my name is BooMama and you may not know this but I have a blog where I write occasionally.

Very occasionally, if this week is any indication.

But then, you know, this. So who cares if I write or not, really.

Hopefully I’ll have something to say in the next day or so (we have a winner that I’ll be announcing oh-so-soon), but in the meantime, check out the pictures of our newest neighbors.

There’s a little pond at the back of our house, and we’ve gotten to know the geese pretty well over the last few months. Alex has named them all, and apparently the one he calls Dora and the one he calls Nemo had them some babies. Some sweet, fluffy babies.

This morning I had just fixed a cup of coffee when I spied the whole family out for a morning swim, and suffice it to say that I was immediately smitten.

So the second Alex and I got home from the grocery store, I insisted that we go in search of the baby geese, and we found them just a few yards away from the pond. We didn’t get too close seeing as how I don’t much care for the idea of being attacked by a male goose and all, but we did get close enough to oooh and aaah over our new feathery friends.

I LOVE THEM.

I want so badly to pet them, but then there’s the pesky matter of the protective father with the snappy beak. Not gonna mess with him.

And then!

Just as were getting ready to come back inside this afternoon, D. spied another family-o-geese to our right.

It’s quite the geese-tacular around here, my friends.

Aren’t they the sweetest?

I mean, aside from the fact that their parents will bite your hand right off if you try to mess with their babies.

See y’all in a little bit.

p.s.
We just saw them again, first snuggling with their mama, then heading out for their afternoon swim.

CAN YOU EVEN STAND ALL THE CUTENESS?

(I don’t really have anything else to say, but if I don’t fill up the space beside the pictures then the next blog post’s format gets all out-of-whack, and my OCD side CANNOT ABIDE IT. So I’m just going to fill up some space now with some random bits of information.

I think Joey Fatone should win “Dancing With The Stars” this year. I find him to be delightful. And entertaining.

I felt oddly sad for Sanjaya when he got voted off of AI earlier this week. Trust me when I tell you that no one was more surprised by my reaction than, you know, I was.

I want to paint our guest bedroom this weekend, but D. wants to work in the yard. The color I like for the guest bedroom is called “Clam Chowder,” and really, I’m none too fond of using a paint color named after a savory mollusk soup. I feel that the paint manufacturers of America should know this.

This should just about do it. Obviously there’s going to have to be a little template troubleshooting as I do not believe my posts are necessarily enhanced when I have to add EVEN MORE random bits of information in order to keep the formatting under control. My regular dose of random is plenty, I think.

Have a lovely weekend.)