Blink

Glad I didn't in two days or I would have missed a great time.  It was fast, I know.  I'd rather have quality than quantity, though.  It was great.  Dallas and I stayed up late in the hotel watching movies both nights.  There's really nothing quite like it.  We laughed, talked and took in the moments.  I always love that feeling.  Hotel, waiting on him after the game, the rental car that looks like a real life version of a Flintstones car (and seeing a 6'4 guy climb in is worth the cross country trip, believe me), odd hours, eating late, naps (don't ever let a baseball wife and or girlfriend tell you they get anything done when they go visit their significant other pre or sans kids.  It's like something takes over and you have every intention of being productive before the game and yet you can not help but rest after you drop him off at the ballpark.  It happens. Then, you spend way too long perfecting your hair, makeup, all for no good reason. You'll never see half these wives again.  Some already judged you before they met you. Most are more than likely hail from somewhere, geographically no where near you and your styles couldn't be farther off each others radar.  Whew.  That was a lot to take in.  Why can't I keep the truth in?  Not sure. I've been asking myself this for years.  My parents still are.  

I'm back in Georgia.  Rested.  Kinda.  I miss Dallas already.  A whole lot.  It wasn't so bad leaving knowing that we'll meet up on Monday in the Music City.  He can not wait to see Reese. By the way, not sure if she's trying to get potty trained (my dad actually taught her this) but when you ask her if she has a stinky or potty (she shakes her head no) but goes back into her room to be changed.  It's humorous.  Hmmm...we've got to work on this same scenario for bedtime.  Warning: If you loved the book/movie The Secret I may lose you as a reader after this next line.  You do.not.want to get me started on my views of this concept.  My first comment to the person who made a trillion dollars writing it...um, duh.  Positive people, drawing positive experiences and people to them?  Wow.  Genius!  And those of us who spend our days drowning in our own sorrow, giving up on our dreams actually attractive negative forces to our beings?  Such a new concept.  Really groundbreaking. I chose to believe in Jesus Christ as my savior and through his guidance attract positive people, experiences, adventures, handling the unexpected days that may come ahead, all the while visualizing his plan, not the "new car I've always wanted."  (That was one of the parts that set me off, can you tell?)  I should really try that.  Visualizing...Reese, you are 1.  Go to your crib.  Climb in. Sleep for 10 hours straight.  Wake happy.  Let me get ready every morning for at least 30 min.  Okay, I'm done. Off my momma/spiritual soapbox.  Maybe I need a new header in the sidebar----->"Jenn's soapbox...read if you dare."  I'm liking the sound of it.  

I'm off to watch my guilty pleasure...The Hills.  Be glad I'm off my soapbox because you.do.not want to get me started on Spencer and Heidi.  I've secretly worn a TEAM LAUREN shirt for two years.  

And as if this blog isn't ridiculously long enough, I'll have an update this week on a book I read on the flight today.  The Shack.  It's a bestseller.  I have a couple chapters left.  It's amazing so far.  I'll give my review this week.  So far, it's a must read for believers.  Bring your Kleenex.  I was not prepared and I think the guy next to me on the plane today thought I was flying home for a funeral.  

See you Tuesday!  I'll have pics too.