Year: 2009

In the words of the immortal Willie Nelson, I am on the road again. Except not on the road. I’m in the air.

Y’all aren’t going to believe this, but I woke up this morning at 5:10 a.m. so that I could catch a 7:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta. I can’t remember the last time I had hot rollers in my hair at 5:20 in the morning and here’s hoping it doesn’t become a regular occurrence because, dang, I am tired.

Not to mention the fact that I think I put some of them in the wrong way due to the tiredness and I am having issues with some wayward curls.

Anyway, I’m heading to Atlanta, specifically Woodstock Baptist Church, for the live recording of Travis Cottrell’s worship CD. I have no idea when I became so jet-setty, but I’m just glad I run no risk of getting a speeding ticket during this trip.

I’ve been so excited since I found out a week ago that I was going to be able to be there for all the big fun and excitement, but therein lies my big problem. Ever since I was a wee child I have not been able to handle knowing anything in advance because it causes me to not sleep for all the anticipation.

Add to that fact a fear of not hearing the alarm go off at 5:10 a.m. and you have got yourself a recipe for a sleepless night. Especially when you have a husband who keeps you awake with his snoring until you banish him to the guest room at 2:43 a.m.

So I don’t really feel as impossibly fresh as I’d like but I’m hoping to catch a quick nap before all the festivities tonight.

In the meantime, here are a few things I’ve already observed on my trip.

1. Flying at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning means that the plane is not even half-full. Shout out to the flight attendant who gave me a whole row to myself.

2. When I purchased my necessary Starbucks at the airport this morning, I ordered my usual grande, non-fat café mocha. I didn’t mention the “no whip” part because I always assume it’s a given with the whole “non-fat” thing. However, they put whipped cream on top and my life may never be the same. It was delicious.

3. Dear Airtran: Please do not turn the heat on in the airplane. Yes, I realize it’s cold outside but when you have 50 people inside an insulated metal tube, there is really no need for heat.

4. It was a bad call to wear my Uggs with my jeans tucked in because, hello security line and having to completely undress. I can’t possibly replicate the tuck in excellence I had going on when I left my house at 5:45 this morning.

5. I bought an In-Style magazine to read during the flight, but sadly it is the very thin and always a rip-off February issue and I finished the whole thing in 13 1/2 minutes. I don’t feel I got my $4.13 in spite of the fact that Kate Winslet is wearing a black dress that would change my life.

I believe that is all for now. I’ll be back at some point with a full report of all the fun and what happens during a live CD recording. Just between you and me, I suspect there will be a lot of singing and what not.

I know you’ll be waiting on pins and needles.

I just hope it doesn’t cause you to lose any sleep.

Okay, as much as I appreciate y’all thinking that I am cool enough to have actually gotten to hang out with Kate Gosselin, I have to set the record straight because I’m afraid some people are under the impression that Kate is my new gal pal and we went out for a margarita last night.

Sadly, that is not the case.

However, I did get to see her from afar like 4000 other women at last night’s Girls Night Out event in Houston. It was fascinating to listen to her talk about the experience of having sextuplets and all that they have been through. She seemed to be a lovely person, but I have no inside scoop.

But thanks to Missy, I do have two pictures of her hair.

While I would never actually cut my hair to look like hers, I do admire someone with substantial hair courage. It’s a trait that I do not possess. I am the cowardly lion of hair.

Also, there a few other things I’d like to share in a handy list format.

1. I discovered on the drive home from Houston that I have a fear of toll roads. I’m always afraid I’m going to do something wrong or forget to throw in a dime or something and find myself surrounded by a SWAT team complete with a multitude of flashing sirens.

2. While I was getting ready to leave for Houston on Thursday, my hairdryer began to smoke and I saw a bright orange flame come out of it. It was extremely frightening considering my hair was only halfway dry.

Later I told P, “Oh my gosh, it was so scary. My hair could have caught on fire and burned completely up!”

To which he replied, “OR you could have been ELECTROCUTED.”

Yes. I guess that would be worse.

On the upside, I purchased a cute, new, hot pink hairdryer.

3. Check this out.

That is more than just a blurry picture; that is a speeding ticket. An undeserved ticket I might add.

I got it on my way home from Houston and the officer said I was going 80. HOWEVER, my cruise control was set on 70, a fact that I was quick to point out to him. Yet, I still received a ticket.

I’m totally going to fight city hall or whatever.

And now I’m off to watch “Friday Night Lights” and eat M&M’s. It really is the best way to spend a Friday night.