Well, it's over. I just wrapped up the event I've been working on for a year...the local arts and crafts festival that my woman's club started three years ago. I was in charge of vendor recruitment and communication and we had a great turnout. This year we added the element of an evening concert and we were excited to host Little Big Town. They were incredible. It was truly an exhausting weekend, but of course it's always rewarding to host a successful event in our small town. There are of course several things that I would like to see changed for next year's event, namely the amount of money we were able to raise (the event serves as our spring fundraiser). It was pitiful! But I'm not going to dwell on it...for the most part it was a really positive experience and I'm sure we are on our way to having a regionally recognized show. And I got the meet the band, which was pretty darn cool and kind of a good reward for hard work (still trying to download that fun pic. I was so surprised at how attractive one of the guys was that I stopped mid-sentence and said, "Oh wow," and literally forgot that I was supposed to turn around and smile for the camera. HOTchacha). Another reward was from the club itself...they awarded me with Clubwoman of the Year, aka sucker that volunteers to chair multiple events and doesn't succumb before the end of the year. Thanks, girls. I needed that.
My parents were so sweet to come and Sylvie-sit while Parrish and I were preoccupied (Parrish served as an electrician, trailer guider, loader, bellboy and overall supporter for his crazy wife). She had a ball and today she told me that JJ taught her how to eat in her playroom instead of the kitchen. Hmmmm. She also learned to say, "Mommy and Daddy are the boss." Great in theory but not something we're actually practicing. I have to say that our sweet girl is becoming quite a drama queen and sassy pants, to the point where I'm asking her daily, "Who are you? I don't even know you anymore." Meltdown central, smarty pants comments like, "Stop talking to/looking at me," or "I don't want to." Any parenting tips would be appreciated. I'm pretty sure we've tried everything at this point. Besides fast forwarding through this joyous time. Geez I'm tired. I did tell my mom after a particularly harried morning that she should just sit back and ride the crazy train. Sylvie piped up in the backseat, "I want to ride on the train!" I told her that she'd been on the train since birth and there was no hope of getting off any time soon.
On top of that, I saw an herbalist this week who recommended I begin a gluten-free diet. I have a thyroid condition and just don't feel as great as I should. We'll see how a change in diet and a vitamin regimen work out for me. As of day two GF, I'm just a little irritable and have a hollow tummy. I guess I really relied on simple carbs as most of my sustenance. I'm not sure how I'm going to do but if helps alleviate some of my symptoms I'm all for it. And I hope the good feelings kick in soon cuz right now I could honestly punch someone in the face and eat the stock at DQ. Maybe that's why the herbalist also recommends daily yoga and deep breathing. Ah, now it's all coming together for me. Just another stop on the crazy train of my life.
Up next, Kayla's wedding in Orange Beach! Yay for a getaway with no obligations, just fun! That's pretty rare for a family wedding and we are grateful...I need a break and a cocktail, GF, of course. No cake for me, guess I'll just have another glass of wine. If you see me acting a little funny, I'm just following herbal orders. tee hee.
God Bless,
Katie
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