shake what your momma gave you

We took a couple of days for ourselves and went to a North Mississippi Allstars show in Lawrence, KS. It was a super experience and we made it a road trip with well seasoned music friends. They got a hotel within walking distance to the venue, which turned out to be a great idea.

We all practically ran to the venue and then stumbled/wobbled back when it was done. It might have been from the volume of tequila consumed, or from the three hour workout dancing non-stop. I'm not saying which, but, do you think that two bottles of premade margs, a flask for the venue, two more well drinks from the bar, and a fifth of Patron is too much for the pushing 50 crowd? And that' just what Tammy and I drank. The boys were on their own. Oh well. Worth every second of it.

Oh, and the band was pretty good too. If you get a chance you should definitely so see them. Watch out for the gezzers dancing in front though. We don't want to hurt anyone. Actually, it was all about teaching the youngin's in the crowd how to get ready for getting up there. We did ourselves proud. :)

Unpleasant surprises

Really. I am an unsuccessful blogger. As I cruise through past posts the pattern gets all to obvious. Once every six months? *slapping my hand* *bad blogger... Bad blogger!*

Oh well. It's mine and that's what happens.

Our little family has been through hell since the last post. My hubby and I each lost a sister, almost a month apart in fact. Both were fine, then both weren't. No drama, just gone. It still takes my breath away.

We lost Connie first. It was on the heels of the best weekend we had spent with friends in years. In fact, our friends live where there is zero cell service. We had no idea until we got back "on the grid" so to speak. Then the phone messages started. And continued. And killed a little place that you hold sacred in your space. You know the one I am talking about... the big sister pedestal. Husband is a middle child and I am a first born, so this was not something we had prepared for. She was his mom-figure and the only big sister I will ever get.

Note to self. life doesn't give a shit if you are prepared or not.

My sister and I were not close. We had a rocky relationship in the past few years. Rocky? Wrong word. Boulder-y would be a better description. But missing her is as real as it gets. I found her number in my phone the other day and it reduced me to mush on the couch for the entire day. Try as I might I just could not get it together. Her birthday was just as bad. I had planned to spend the day with my daughter and granddaughter ... just hanging out... you know the drill. When I realized it was Jane's birthday it was all over. I couldn't even get dressed. Then I got pissed because I couldn't get dressed. Then I got really pissed because it snuck up on me like a thief in the night.

Typical of our relationship though. I hope eventually I will get over being surprised at the mountain of misery this has presented me. Not that I am in a hurry, but ... I'm just sayin'.