From Helen: Where did Pam get the HAT!? What is your favorite song on the radio right now? What is your all time favorite movie?
Pam got the hat at a boutique in DC. The hat almost lost its life in the dryer last night but survived with only a few bumps and bruises. Now, the hat is on my head in the Heathrow International Airport in London, England. Favorite song on the radio right now would have to be the theme song for the sports radio station that I listen to. At the start of football season, I don’t listen to much music. ☺ Finally, I have three all time favorite movies. It’s A Wonderful Life. Field of Dreams. And Apollo 13. And Good Will Hunting. OK, I have four favorite movies. I don’t really watch a lot of movies, but those are flicks I have watched over and over and over again. They never get old. I always cry through all four of them. Awe. Makes me happy just thinking about them.
From Meagan Joye: So from one Texas girl to another- Dallas Cowboys= Superbowl, Yes??
Dear Meagan Joye, I wish. The Cowboys will go to the Superbowl again one day, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen this year. All the same, I will dress Annie in her cowboys uniform before every game for good luck!
From Vulnerable Silence: Did you actually attend Fuge Camp growing up?
Yep, I actually went to Fuge camps and loved them. Though I have to confess I was not the best camper. My mom was my youth pastor growing up and every year she’d take about 200 of us to camp and lay down the law: no camp hook-ups. Well, one year I walked into her room, told her that I had fallen in love with a boy four years older than me from a different state, and informed her that my week’s mission was to kiss him. Let’s just say I broke camp rules that year.
Do you have a Facebook or Myspace?
No Facebook. No Myspace. And just barely on Twitter. I’m what you call an old foggie. Just e-mail and phone for me. And let’s be honest, I’m about 200 e-mails behind. So that’s not quite reliable either. I put a great deal of time into my friends, church, and family when I am home. Between that and being on the road, I don’t have much time for anything else. And it’s a good thing. I might become obsessed with eavesdropping on people’s lives. Or I might track down some of the cheerleaders who were terribly hateful to me in high school and launch smear campaigns. See, I am simply not mature enough to enter Cyberworld. I'm keepin it old school.
From hm347349: What are some of your favorite bands?
I LOVE The Fray, Mat Kearney, Augustana, U2, Kanye West, Toby Mac, Robby Seay Band, Justin Timberlake, and Phil Wickham. When I listen to girl singers it’s usually R&B. Alicia Keys. Natasha Beddingfield. The Sister Act soundtrack! Heck Yea Branflake! And as strange and backwards as it may sound, I’m really not that into music. If I get new music it’s because the guys force it upon me. Otherwise, I am content to listen to the same old songs I love over and over again. On average, I spend $15 a year on music. Yikes. Don’t tell anyone.
From Shae and Ashley: How did you and Ryan meet? What did you do for your first date?
My husband and I met at the beginning of my sophomore year in college. I was on a dating hiatus. I had just gotten out of a relationship with the guy I was convinced I was going to marry. He broke up with me and I was heart broken. I knew I needed a break from men. My sophomore year was to be dedicated to my studies (yeah, right) and making better girlfriends. Then I met Ryan. He had these big baby blue eyes. I wasn’t interested. I met him twice but never could remember his name; but I remembered his eyes. We were in an organization together and ended up talking all night at a lock-in. He says he knew that night he wanted to marry me. It took me much, much longer. He said he was attracted to me because I was the only girl, or person for that matter, that went back for seconds… and then thirds. It was homemade chicken spaghetti y’all. What college kid doesn’t devour that?
Apparently I ate more than any girl he had ever seen and this was cute. Great, that's exactly the reason you want to be noticed. Not… Oh, she’s beautiful. Oh, she’s funny. Oh, she is stunning. Oh, she's kind. But: Dang, that girl eats a lot.
Anyways, after three plates of spaghetti and hours of talking he asked me to go on a date with him the next morning. And after our first date, I turned him down for a second date.
He was cute, but those blue eyes were too intense for me. I needed time to myself. He was not a part of my plan. I wasn’t sure what my plan was, but he wasn’t in it. But he persisted. Showed up at the apartment one day with soup when I was sick. Waited around after some of my classes. Called every few day to see what I was doing… you know the bit, and pretty soon I was having to come up with more and more lies about why I couldn’t see him. And then, well, then he broke me. I had no more good reasons to tell him no, so I said yes. By January we were madly in love. We got engaged the next Christmas (which is also when we went to Nashville to make our first album). And we got married that summer. August 10th. We just celebrated our seven-year anniversary. The rest is history or history in the making I suppose.