Life Lately and a Glass of Lemonade
When people told me time would fly, I never thought it would go by this fast! My little man is already 10 months old and growing so big. He took his first steps, concentrates on things to figure out how they work, and can "converse" with me. When I ask him a question, he makes noises in response. I think he's figured out that "ba-ba" is "bottle" and I'm "ma-ma" and his daddy is "da-da". He loves to see his dad on the computer while Steve's at work and I think Skype is one of the coolest things ever invented.
Time is flying by for me, too. Somedays I realize that 29 is not really "young" anymore. Last weekend we had a Girls Night to see Miranda Lambert in concert in Baton Rouge. I dropped Daniel off and kissed him goodbye and hopped in with my friends to get on the road. By the time we got to Baton Rouge, I had to say goodbye to the Spanx (too much constriction), pop some headache medicine, and was wishing I had worn sweatpants and a t-shirt. We went to eat at a pizza joint and then we were off to the concert.
Once we got there, the shortest beverage line was the fresh squeezed lemonade, so I jumped in it. Now let me clarify something - I'm not the biggest lemonade fan. I've only had the stuff a handful of times. I was peer pressured by the short line. I ordered a large so I wouldn't run out of this refreshing beverage and the girl squeezed away. I joined up with Kelli and we went to our seats.
The more I drank the lemonade, the worse I felt. Maybe it's because of my lack of lemonade to ever be in my system, or the acidity, or the extreme sugar added, but it was like a bomb in my stomach. I think that I let this $8 (yes, $8 for a lemonade) ruin my night.
After the concert I took my empty lemonade cup to the trash and my dragging body to the car. I was miserable. I managed to stay awake for the entire ride from Baton Rouge to Jena. When I finally crawled into the bed at 4 am, I thought I was about to die.
When Daniel woke up at 6:30, I thought I WAS dying.
On Sunday, I thought I was still dying.
On Monday, I began to feel alive again.
I think it may be awhile before I venture to a concert again. I'm getting to old for that much fun.
Time is flying by for me, too. Somedays I realize that 29 is not really "young" anymore. Last weekend we had a Girls Night to see Miranda Lambert in concert in Baton Rouge. I dropped Daniel off and kissed him goodbye and hopped in with my friends to get on the road. By the time we got to Baton Rouge, I had to say goodbye to the Spanx (too much constriction), pop some headache medicine, and was wishing I had worn sweatpants and a t-shirt. We went to eat at a pizza joint and then we were off to the concert.
Once we got there, the shortest beverage line was the fresh squeezed lemonade, so I jumped in it. Now let me clarify something - I'm not the biggest lemonade fan. I've only had the stuff a handful of times. I was peer pressured by the short line. I ordered a large so I wouldn't run out of this refreshing beverage and the girl squeezed away. I joined up with Kelli and we went to our seats.
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| Pre-Lemonade, all smiles and having fun |
The more I drank the lemonade, the worse I felt. Maybe it's because of my lack of lemonade to ever be in my system, or the acidity, or the extreme sugar added, but it was like a bomb in my stomach. I think that I let this $8 (yes, $8 for a lemonade) ruin my night.
After the concert I took my empty lemonade cup to the trash and my dragging body to the car. I was miserable. I managed to stay awake for the entire ride from Baton Rouge to Jena. When I finally crawled into the bed at 4 am, I thought I was about to die.
When Daniel woke up at 6:30, I thought I WAS dying.
On Sunday, I thought I was still dying.
On Monday, I began to feel alive again.
I think it may be awhile before I venture to a concert again. I'm getting to old for that much fun.
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