That Time I (Unknowingly) Met A Country Singer*

Scene: My friend and I are walking up to the bar, excited to see a concert of one of my favorite country singers, Craig Morgan. Enter, Guy on Motorcycle (GOM)

GOM: Hey ladies, what's going on here tonight?

Friend: Craig Morgan is having a concert.

GOM: What does he sing?

Both of us: Country music.

GOM: I know, I meant what songs?

(Friend looks at me to answer, since I am the semi-obsessed fan)

Me: Little Bit of Life, International Harvester, God Must Really Love Me

GOM: I see. Hope you girls have a good time!

(We continue on to the entrance of the bar where we see a few security guys chuckling.)

Bouncer: Did you ladies know the guy on the bike?

(We shake our heads no.)

Bouncer: Yeah... that was Craig Morgan.

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Wow. I have never felt like a bigger dumbass.

Although, in my defense he had on a rather large helmet and aviator sunglasses. And I've only seen him on album covers!

Not as exciting as Katelin meeting Joshua Jackson and announcing her surprise engagement, but I have to work with what I got folks.







Maybe the bouncers were pulling our legs. But really, what male country singer wouldn't approach two ladies who got all dolled up for his concert? :)



*And Was Nearly Trampled For A Guitar Pick

It's A Girl!

So I found out that my brother and his girlfriend are having a girl! I'm going to have a niece!!! And she's due right around my birthday so that's exciting too.

Holy cow my little brother is going to be a dad...

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I don't know why but this whole situation makes me feel ancient. Grown up. Is this really happening? I guess I always thought I'd be the first. The first to settle down. Get married. Have children. I don't want to say I'm jealous, because the situation for him isn't ideal and I'm nowhere near ready for that kind of responsibility, but it just feels odd. Why is it that we believe our lives and the lives of the people we love have to follow a certain path and if we stray off that path things just don't seem right?

I remember the call when he first told me he was going to be a father. I was sitting on the bed watching something on TV, drinking a caramel apple spice from Starbucks that Clancy had brought home for me, unsure of where my life was headed. I was sad about the breakup, sad that he may never be part of my life again. There I was being selfish, thinking about me while my brother was probably nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. I wasn't there for him like I should have been and I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for the reaction I had.

"Did you guys plan this? What are you going to do?"

Horrible, right? That was months ago, and we've had conversations about it since. I've been the supportive sister and aunt-to-be that I should have been in that first phone call. I've told him I'll support him and his new family as much as I possibly can. I've told him I'll be the best godmother that anyone could ask for. Because I will.

I love my brother to death and I can't wait to share in this huge moment in his life. I will be right by his side as fast as my Scion will take me when I get that phone call. And you know what? I can't wait.

Seriously?

OK the BBC review will have to wait until Monday guys - I'm sorry about that. But this news just can't wait. I found out last night I'm going to be an aunt!



My brother's girlfriend is having a baby. She told him on his birthday (which was this past Wednesday). I feel bad. I wanted to be excited for him, and I am of course, but it really didn't come across that way in my tone of voice. But he knows what's going on with me and he said he understood. And I was the first in the family to get the call! He loves his sister :)