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Blew through my usual self-imposed 9-photo limit. Too much happened this week to leave anything out!!!
I don’t do this generally, but seriously… check out Joe’s new CD! I would have never called myself a bluegrass fan before this album. I have a whole new respect for the genre now: Homecoming: The Bluegrass Album
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I wish I could remember more about costumes I wore as a child. I remember a clown one year. And another year, wearing pajamas with curlers and cold cream all over my face. There were various plastic masks. However, I really can’t remember now a timeline and full list of Halloween costumes.
Junior and high school were, of course, the years that, “I’m too old to dress up.” was said. In high school, I do remember one year donning a witch’s hat for a FHA party… and I also remember being given funny looks for it. In college, I vaguely remember giving our candy at my brother’s house wearing a top hat. Past that, though, I think I was just too busy.
But, fast forward to moving to Nashville:
My husband and I have both found Halloween to be one of our favorite holidays. Why? To be honest, for me, it goes right along with my last blog post: it’s a night to be a kid again and have some fun. Dress up in costumes and get together with friends. Poke fun at ourselves. Be something we’re not.
My first year here, I just wore my old flag uniform. Yes, it still fit… actually better than it did in high school! Everyone said I was a cheerleader. By the end of the night, I quit correcting them. The best part was getting hit on by high school age guys at a party. I couldn’t pay someone to hit on me in high school!
The next year I just put together an all-black outfit and went with something of a goth look. The next year a witch. Last year I bought a black wig to wear with my prom dress from senior year of high school. We’ve ended up being called “Mr. & Mrs. Creepy” from that.
Halloween costumes are so dang expensive, that we always try to make the most out of spending the least. This year, we did buy costumes, but went as cheap as we could find. Even so, I’m excited to dress up tonight and gather with friends. We’re going to be Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. I still need to go pick up a basket to carry as part of my costume.
It’s funny, though. In high school, we try to act so grown up. Now as a “grown up,” I just want to tell high school kids to stop trying to hard. Grow up and go with the flow… you’ll enjoy life a lot more if you do.
My husband and I attended an “Adult Play Date” at Adventure Science Center this week with a group of friends. The center was for 21 and over only, as you got two drink tickets with your ticket to enter. The description of the night said all the exhibits were made to hold adults, so it was an adults chance to come play without kids around.
We’d never been to the science center before. I had wanted to take my niece and nephew when they’d visited last summer, but it just never worked out with our schedule. I was incredibly curious about what we’d find in that big building with the multi-colored pyramid roof.
What we found was our chance to all become 8-year-olds again. I looked around and constantly saw 30-somethings gleefully going down slides and playing with countless science experiments. I sat with our beers and my purse at one point while my husband climbed a jungle-gym to the top of the building and then slid down a twisty slide. I had to laugh as adult after adult literally ran to get in line to ride the slide. When my husband got back, it was my turn. There was something extremely freeing to jump in a tube slide and whoosh (kind of… I kept getting stuck… too tall!) down to the bottom.
We laughed, we learned, and we all agreed that we couldn’t wait to go back some day.
Perhaps the coolest part of the whole night was the planetarium show. We only had a short 10-minute presentation, but that huge rounded screen over our heads was incredible.
They gave us a taste of a laser light show that they are putting on this Saturday for Halloween. As the stars spun behind the lasers, I found myself dizzy but unable to look away. Metallica (“Enter Sandman”) thumped in my ears, and the lasers created image after image. It was incredible! I think if anyone would have been watching me, they’d have seen my eyes glowing like a five-year-old’s at Christmas.
We had such an incredible night! Next time my brother and his family visit, we will definitely make the science center a place to visit. My nephew would absolutely flip over everything!
This all came on the heels of going to a corn maze a few days before. This has become something of a fall tradition for us, going to a different maze every year the last three years. This year we went with a big group of friends, which just made it even better.
We also have our costumes picked out for Halloween. We will go out Saturday night for awhile, and then we can’t wait to hand out candy Sunday.
So I guess, at heart, we are forever kids. We never lose our want to “go play” — we are just trained that as we grow up, other things take over in importance. We learn how to squash that want because its “inappropriate,” opting instead to sit on the sidelines making sure others are having fun.
That’s what makes this time of year so special. There are so many options that encourage adults to go be a kid again. It’s really okay. Have some fun and don’t apologize for it.
Nine years ago, I attended my first concert as a “guest of the band.” I set foot on a tour bus for the first time. I held an All Access laminate for the first time. I even met the guy I would much later marry for the first time.
The end of that weekend, I wrote a journal entry in my private journal entitled, “Weekend dreams are made of” and in it, I chronicled every second of every moment of the day. Fast forward to today, and as I remember that entry I have to laugh. Back then, I’d never heard the phrase, “Livin’ the dream…” in reference to the music industry, and today I hear it used in a sarcastic irony.
The last few days, I’ve been off living… living the dream I spoke of nine years ago. Living the dream of life being dictated by the music industry… its perks right along with its (unknown to me then) downfalls.
In the last few days I’ve run on little sleep, attended my first CD release party, rode a tour bus through the day and night to tag along at a live music radio show, made plans to attend the Opry, and been reminded of debts that are in collections.
Like I said, the perks and the downfalls all rolled into a few days… I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. Not a single note, hour, or bill. It’s my life, and I love it.
Living and loving my life feeds into my career dreams of writing for a living. The more life I live, the more I have to write about. The more I live the dream, the bigger the dream becomes.
And you gotta love that.
I signed up for NaNoWriMo for the first time last year. The goal of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
So I, of course, decided to set myself up for failure once again this year and sign up. Without a topic in mind five days out from the kick-off.
I figure maybe if I keep signing up, one of these days I’ll pull it off.
Okay, in all seriousness, what it comes down to is the fact that November is just a crazy busy month for me, with birthdays, holidays and anniversaries. I have several other writing projects on my plate already which will be taking my attention first, as I committed to those first. So, in all seriousness, don’t take my “sarcasm” as anything other than being realistic. I can only do what I can do. I’m not superwoman.
Who knows. Maybe I’ll pull it off after all. Sometimes, I get started writing and I don’t know when to stop. Perhaps that will happen again when/if I come up with a plot idea and characters.
I really and truly think NaNoWriMo is a brilliant idea. I do, and I’m curious if any of my readers are signed up to do it and would like to be writing buddies over there?
In a related topic, what is your favorite book genre? Do you have a must-read to recommend? Hit me with any and all suggestions!
My husband and I often “jinx”– say the same thing at the same time. Or one will call the other, just as the other was about to call as well. It happens, and we always comment how cool that is.
This weekend, though, we took it to a new level.
With shows close to home, my husband was the only bus driver for his artist this weekend. That meant, after he dropped the rest of the band and crew off at “bus call,” he had to take the bus back to the bus lot and I would pick him up there. He needed to fuel the bus, so instead of his calling me as he left bus call (which is what he usually does, and it gets me to the lot about five minutes behind him), he called me from the truck stop to head out to get him.
He left bus call around 5 AM, and he called me about half an hour later. He was fueling the bus, so if I wanted to head towards to bus lot, that would probably work out time-wise. I threw on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes with my over sized t-shirt I’d be lounging in all night. I jumped in the truck, and I headed north.
Now, around 5:30 AM, I would not expect traffic to be flying like it was. I knew he had awhile, so when I hit the interstate, I wasn’t worried about rushing. I set the cruise right around the speed limit. Traffic around me, though, had to have been cruising at around 80. I was being passed like I was standing still!!
Just as I was past downtown, I noticed a tour bus merge onto the interstate.
Now, I live in Nashville where you can throw a rock and hit a tour bus. So this didn’t phase me until I realized I was at the exit my husband had stopped to fuel. Immediately my brain went, “Could that be him? What are the odds of his pulling onto the interstate only maybe a quarter of a mile ahead of me?”
I sped up a bit to try to catch up, squinting in the dark. The bus passed under a street light, and I could see it was a solid maroon bus and trailer. It WAS him!
Immediately, I sped up even more, giggling my head off. As I cruised up beside him, I started flashing my headlights at him. Then as I pulled ahead, he hit the bus’s strobe lights and called me. We were both laughing, amazed at our perfect timing.
“That’s just how we are!” I said to him.
I led him to the bus lot, and I “helped” him get the bus parked. We did a little cleaning up and then threw his bags in the truck to go home… and go to bed! We were both on this giddy high, though, of his being home and our crazy-good timing.
What are the odds of all that having come together? I don’t know. I really don’t care. The fact that it did has left me chuckling ever since. And that, I say, is all that matters.