I told you last week that I would be spending a lot of this week at the beach. Remember? Without kids? Well, we got back yesterday. And it. was. heavenly.
We drove down on Tuesday, and were able to spend a little time on the beach. The crowds were minimal, the weather was a little cloudy, but warm, and the beach was empty. Nice.
Then, Wednesday, Spencer went to work while I slept in (Amen), and then went to the beach alone. I was actually a little concerned that I would get bored. I thought I'd get restless.
You know what? I did not get bored. I did not get restless. I didn't even get up out of the chair. I took a cooler with 3 bottles of water, a bag of pretzels, and a Snickers. I rented a chair from the beach guys. I had a book, my scripture memory cards, and my iPod. I called and texted some friends. And. I. Sat. There. All. Day. Long.
I think I'll make it an annual event.
Believe it or not, I have been doing other things besides practicing my skillz as a beach bum. Namely, Shredding. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I gave into the craze and began Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred. And let me tell you something. I am not one who usually gives into exercise crazes. An "eat chocolate" craze? I'm there. A "watch endless re-runs of REBA" craze? Sign me up. But not an exercise craze. You know what? It has totally and completely kicked my butt. I have laughed. I have cried. I have avoided stairs at all cost because I didn't think my jelly legs would support me. I have sore muscles in places that I didn't have muscles. But if I can have a body like Jillian, then it's worth it.
Oh. My. Goodness. I cannot wait to tell you the next one. About 2 weeks ago, I received an email from a Casting Agency about an invitation only Reba concert. They were casting audience members for a very small, intimate concert that was being filmed by CMT. We were supposed to email back if we wanted to be considered (duh). I found out later that this email was sent to over 20,000 people. I received an email yesterday saying that I had been chosen as an audience member! SHUT UP! I have been told the time and place to meet the Production Director, and what to wear (dark, solid, "club attire"). Y'all. I am, of course, thrilled. Here's my dilemma. Club attire. Have you met me? If you consider Publix, Target, or the softball field a "club," then I'm all set. If not, then I'm seriously in a bind for something to wear. Where is BigMama when I need her? The exact words used in the email are: "Dress like you are going to a nice club or event. Wear black to dark colors. No white. We would like everybody to look sharp for the show. We want Nashville to look good. No formal wear or worn out blue jeans. NO LOGOS ON YOUR CLOTHING! NO OVERALLS! NO SUMMER WEAR THAT REFLECTS CASUAL! An upscale look has been requested by Production. Solid colors look better on camera." Got that? Suggestions, please. I don't do sleeveless and could be standing the entire time or sitting the entire time depending on where I'm placed in the audience. I'm so excited and I can't wait to tell you how it goes.
M'kay. That's me right now. What are you up to? And please feel free to give wardrobe suggestions in the comments. BigMama? Are you there?