I’ve been like a busy little bee around here. I got the Valentine decorations up and school finished for the week and am now working on my big trip.
Yes, I am leaving. By myself. With no children to ask me a million questions and a have desperate need for a Sprite. No husband to say things like, “No, we are not stopping at that yard sale.” I can stop for a potty break whenever my own bladder needs it and not one second before. Motherhood has seriously lowered my standards of what constitutes a good time.
In just over a week I will drive myself to Nashville, Tennessee. Home of the Grand Ole’ Opry. I’m going to the Blissdom 2011 conference.
I was planning to spend this Saturday figuring out what to wear so I look my absolute cutest for the 499 bloggers that I’ve never met and will probably never see again. But I just noticed that “Three Men and a Baby” is on TV tomorrow, which means I will be glued to that for at least a couple of hours. I think we can all agree that it is one of the greatest movies of all time. I can’t resist three womanizing bachelors trying to figure out how to change a diaper. It makes me happy.
I am beginning to get a bit nervous about this conference. I don’t do well with large groups. I max out at about 4….after that I shut down and don’t know what to say. This is going to take me waaayyy out of my comfort zone. I don’t know what they will think of me. I am kind of an acquired taste.
The reality is they probably won’t even notice me at all. There will be a lot going on and plus it’s Nashville. When I think of the Grand Ole’ Opry I think of Minnie Pearl, which I might not want to mention to my 499 new friends. I don’t think Minnie Pearl is the hip thing these days. I got the new Rascall Flatts album to listen to on the road. I need to be up on the latest tunes if I’m going to the home of country music.
So tomorrow, after watching Tom Selleck carry a baby around for a while, I start laying out clothes and deciding if I need any new shoes. In my opinion, a girl always needs new shoes, but James doesn’t agree. He thinks I should be able to make do with what I have. Men just don’t get it. Really, make do? How is that supposed to work? Am I to wear my brown boots with my black skirt? I.don’t.think.so.
This cold, drizzly weather makes us all want to bundle up on the couch and do nothing. Which for my family this weekend means they get to watch me parade in and out of the living room in different outfits and have this conversation….
Me: How does this look?
James: Looks great Hon!
Me: No it doesn’t. You don’t know anything.
Then I go back into my closet and come out again and again until I feel satisfied that I have made the perfect selections and James is convinced that I need new black shoes. See? Good times.