A lot has happened over the last few days. Here's the rundown:
We finally got to see the David Crowder Band concert at the House of Blues. I looked forward to it for so long! If they are coming to your city and it hasn't sold out yet, you should definitely go. (You can look here to find out.) No one does a concert like DCB and they were awesome. I know nothing about music, but their sound is so creative and so fun. I regret that we got general admission tickets because we stood for three hours (30 minutes before plus 2.5 hours during). Also, I neglected to consider that in a standing room only crowd, you have no control over exactly how close people are to you. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely pay more for the seats. The House of Blues is a really cool place and I would love to go there again, like if NKOTB ever does a reunion tour or something. Phil Wickham was one of the opening acts. I'd never heard of him before, but Curt and I thought he was great. We already bought his songs on iTunes. "True Love" is my favorite so far.
Immediately after the concert, Curt drove me out to Waxahachie (say that word - it will make you happy) and dropped me off at our church's ladies retreat. I am going to write more about the retreat later. But it was great!
Hubs got a new iPhone this weekend (after Jackson slobbered so much on his other phone that it died). He always uses his phone alarm to wake himself up in the mornings. So on Sunday at 6:30 a.m., I awoke to the horrible sound of an emergency broadcast system alarm. Take a second to imagine it. Got it? Good. I jumped out of bed - heart racing - and ran to the window. I expected to see everything in flames, or military tanks rolling down the street. Nothing. It was the dumb iPhone alarm. Curtis was in big trouble. Oh, yes ma'am.
I met with one of the trainers at the gym to do a fitness evaluation. I hadn't had one in three years and I was very curious to know how my stats compared to pre-baby me. Well, they didn't have a record of my old measurements and all that. I was pretty bummed, but maybe the Lord didn't want me to know. My gym no longer has any women trainers and I had to be evaluated by a guy. Yuck. I was so dreading having my fat pinched by a man. That's just wrong. But, thank You Jesus for the miracles of technology, I just had to hold this weird device out in front of my body and it calculated my body fat right away. So bizarre! I weigh a few pounds more than I want to, but my percentage was in the "good" range. Hopefully I can adjust my workout schedule like I wanted to and mentally let go of all this.
I realized I'd had a toothache off and on for three days, so I went to the dentist. It is so embarrassing to admit how long it's been since I've seen a dentist. Suffice it to say, the last time was in Houston. Yikes. (Today is Curt's three year anniversary at our church.) They couldn't find any cavities or any reason why I should be having any pain, so I'm thinking the Lord healed a cavity. The Joneses, who do not have dental insurance, are giving Him some praise! I escaped without being drilled on, but I did not escape the horrible periodontal prodding. Oh my word. This woman poked a sharp instrument into my gums, over every tooth - puncturing them like a big fat needle - for ten minutes. It was extremely unpleasant. My gums hurt so bad right now and my teeth feel like they're going to fall out. I'm sure I will dream about that tonight. I have recurring dreams about two things - tornadoes and my teeth falling out. Maybe tonight I will manage to combine them! Perhaps I will dream that my teeth fall out simultaneously and form a dental cyclone that wipes out the neighborhood. Now that would certainly be worthy of the Emergency Broadcast System/iPhone alarm.