Who is Jimmy Buffet?

My husband purchased some tickets to what he thought was a business networking event called "Margaritaville".  Our plans were to meet up downtown after work and ride the trolley across the bridge to the location.  After wasting gas driving around downtown trying to park so we could catch the trolley we realized that this was the night of that Jimmy Buffet concert I vaguely remember hearing about on the news or something. 

So as we continuued to search for parking I thought, "let me ask my good white friend Allison who this Jimmy Buffet person was".  I'm sure SHE knows.

Here's how the text convo went:

Me: Who is jimmy buffet?

"Wasting away again in Margaritaville"

A person that says drink up, it's 5 o clock somewhere :)

Lol! Russell bought tickets to an event "margaritaville" thinking it was some business social gathering w/free drinks!

Shut up!!!!  They have a following of middle aged white people called "parrot heads"

I'm laughing so hard!!!!

Anyway, we can't find parking and didn't know it was related to concert so were going to just go get something to eat/drink

That explains the parrot head bands!

I'm laughing soooooooo hard! 

I had coworkers leave early to go start celebrating 5 o'clock somewhere!

You could probably sell your tickets!

It would be GREAT people watching!

Then she CALLS (and this is a die-hard-texter) our other friend and tells her about it.  Between the two of them, they immediately start posting on my facebook page:

Josh and I are laughing sooooo hard right now. Soooooo hard. I can't wait to see you and Russell in some Parrot head gear!!

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  Lol! We are SO out of place-even just walking the streets. I mean, I'm wearing heels!

   
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  Please take a picture with the drunkest redneck you can find. If you can find one with a mullet- I'll buy you lunch!

   
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  Bunch of old drunk white people right!

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  I think you need to make a blog post about your Jimmy Buffet experience :)

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Our Margatitaville was a pre-concert party.

Unfortunately, my Blackberry isn't like the iPhone and doesn't take fabulous pictures so no phote evidence.

Allison and Cindy this post is dedicated to you....my w-bffs who totally understand my "moments"!

A Hobby

Three times this month I have been asked,

"Natisha, what are your hobbies?  What do you like to do?". 

I was surprised, perhaps even a little embarrased when I answered because I have not had an answer.

If you had asked me these questions 3 years ago I probably would have had all kinds of answers.  Things would have just rolled off my tongue as if second nature..."I like to travel, read finance books, hang out with my mom, read about and taste different wines, research ANYTHING that I want to know about, cook new recipes, workout, talk (is that a hobby??)..."

After being asked this innocent question and people saying, "you seem so intellectual, do you read?" and "What?! You don't have a hobby?", I have been reflecting. 

Here are my thoughts (imagine me with a bubble coming from my head in deep thought):

"Well, I'd love to have a hobby and be the "fun Natisha" that I think I used to be but truth is, I don't have time.  I have so much going on right now--like mother-ing and wife-ing and sister-ing and daughter-in-law-ing and sleep-ing that I guess I haven't made time to do any "fun-Natisha-ing"."

Wow.

Now that I have written documented my lack of "hobbying" or as some would call "me-time" it kind of makes me a little sad.

I have got to find something to do.  I have got to get back to the "fun Natisha". 

and I hope when I find her that she's still fun.

 or something like that...

"Yes, Daddy"

Seeing Ryan with her daddy is the icing on the cake for me.  They are so sweet as I watch them and imagine what they will be like in the years to come. 

Their newest "moments" have to do with their conversations.  R says "okay?" a lot when he talks to her.  For instance--right now (literally) he is talking to her about how she is not supposed to throw things.  (she just finished tossing all of her puzzle pieces all around and one almost hit my computer)

R-"Ryan, you cannot throw the puzzle pieces, okay?"

Ryan-"okay Daddy"

R-"So now you have to sit down until Daddy's says you can get up, okay?" (his version of timeout)

Ryan-"okay Daddy!"
Then he picks her up to sit her on the couch with him and then......

Ryan-" NO DADDY!"  (as she stretches out and slides off the couch)

The part to note is the "____ Daddy."  For the past few days, anytime she responds to him she says "daddy" at the end.

"tankyou Daddy"
"pees Daddy"
"book Daddy"
and his favorite "okay Daddy"

I love watching her.  I love watchin her with him.  I didn't think my heart could get any bigger. 

I guess I was wrong.