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/Yes, I dig Musicians...
That is a mound of cheese on a tostada from a place called Taco Casa. And, as if it weren't bad enough, Ryan actually drove me fifteen minutes away to a different town to get it. AND, I had two of them. You only go to this place for the ridiculous amount of cheese. It is amazing.
Yes, MacKenzie...
It is totally weird that you like Luby's! Come on girl, you are under the age of 21. Of course, if you are like Ryan it is all nostalgia based on going with his nanny and pop when he was little bitty. So, if that's the case, indulge. Otherwise, watch The Food Network and ask yourself if Rachel, Paula, or Bobby would eat there??? I don't think so!
Yes, Jennifer Garner... (is that your real name?)
We could be friends. I am pretty sure that most of you who indulge me on this website with your comments could be my best friends. In fact, strangely enough, I already consider you guys my friends... even if we've never met. Cyber friends. Yikes, I never thought I would have that. You raised an excellent question in your email to me. Do I worry that God might come back when I am showering and you know, wearing my birthday suit? I worry that God will come back at the wrong moment...I just never thought I would be naked in that moment. I imagine him coming right at the end of an important moment when Jack Bower is about to save the world or Meredith Grey is saving a patient or her love life or when I am eating an amazing meal with my friends or maybe when I am getting a much needed massage. I hate to think of myself asking Him to give me just a minute, but in my weak earthly moments I imagine myself asking God for just a few more minutes, or weeks, or years. Ok... so I've asked that he not come for me or anyone else until I'm about 79 years old.
And fully clothed.
Yes, Josh Wax...
We will finally meet. I mean, my dad knows your name and where you live. You're practically part of the family at this point. It's like a reunion. Watch out Louisiana, we are about to have a family reunion!
And yes, everyone else...
Anniston and I have had a lovely day. I have spent the last 24 hours trying to write as many thank you cards as possible. My hand is a little puffy today (which is a good thing, I cannot even begin to tell you how incredibly blessed we have been by the friends, family, and church families in our life) and my eyes were starting to cross. So my adorable husband packed me a picnic lunch and told me to go to the park and not come home for a few hours. He knows me well. I went to a little hidden park, pulled out a blanket, pulled my shirt up so Anniston could get some sun, and we read together. It was amazing. Nine weeks to go. And at least 20 more shows. I know it's about to be a whirlwind, but I am ready for it. And I am ready for her.
My dad called and sounded a little miffed that I had not called to tell him yet that we were nominated for a Dove Award (for best new artist). We found out this morning. But who cares about Dove awards when you are sitting in grass, having a picnic, reading to the little person in your stomach who is kicking away with happiness? I prayed with her for the first time. Out loud I mean. Telling God we were so happy for the sun, and the grass, and the wind, and the quiet moments we got to spend together with each other and with Him. And then I asked if he would please help her to like going to the park. Please. She can hate everything else in the world, but if she can just please like to sit in the grass with me and look at clouds and swing, that would be perfect.