Girls' Weeekend

Wait a second. Is that a bunch of presents?

Are those peanut butter cupcakes with pink baby booties on the top?

Is that a girlie lunch plate with delicious pastas and salads? We must be at a baby shower! Shannon Michaelis at a baby shower? Yes, folks, it has happened again. Another friend has gone off and gotten herself pregnant again.

But this was more like a baby weekend versus a baby shower. The special mommy this time is my buddy, Shannon, whom I known since 4th grade. I had her mother as my 4th grade teacher, and we were equal rivals those first few months year - never meeting, just jealous that the other had the same name. Come to find out we lived in the same neighborhood and even were the two headed Shannon for Halloween one year (we fit into an XXL shirt - hard to imagine doing that now). The treat this time was that this was the first baby that we got to celebrate after I had Justin. Shannon has two kids older than Justin. Which translates that you just don't truly understand until you've gone through it just how special this really is. What a blessing, sweet miracle that God chose you to be this special child's mother, keeper, protector. We are all looking forward meeting sweet Payton in the next few weeks!

This group gets together at least once a year without kids and hubbies to enjoy spending a weekend of girl time. It seems to be more often that we meet each year because we always get together for each baby that comes along. And this group keeps popping out the babies. We had stayed up late the night before (it was our turn to be in Waco this year), so we tried to perk up for this photo. Lauren, Caryn, Shannon, Wendi, Katy, Ann, & SNM.

We went shopping all afternoon after our lunch at Amelia's in Sironia.

After shopping, it was too early for dinner but we all needed a pick me up. I voted for ice cream but got shot down that it would ruin our dinner, much less it wasn't the healthiest choice. Who were they kidding - ice cream never ruined this girl's appetite. So instead we went to Bahama Bucks, a snow cone joint that everyone raved about that I had never been to. There was a reason I had never been to it - and a reason I will never go back.

We waited for 30 minutes in line as two college kids made everyone's orders. I don't mind a place being busy and having to wait. But when 8 cars in the drive thru line are waited on first as well as people BEHIND us in line, I start to wonder if their tactics are a bit off. Not to mention that by the time I got my "fabulous" snow cone, it just wasn't that fabulous. Didn't quench the hunger nor did it even tingle my taste buds. It was rather bland, to be quite truthful. You might be wondering why I am even still writing about it - it's just that we laughed for forever at the absurdity of the entire event.


There's a reason why some people wash their hair everyday and don't attempt to wear "day after" hair. Because by the end of the day you just look like a grease ball (not mentioning names here). Especially when you have no tan and are wearing gray.

Each time this group gets together I think that this particular weekend was my favorite. Probably the combo of such true genuine, Christian fellowship with the sweetness of having a break from our kids. Our 24/7 jobs can come to a halt momentarily, long enough to have a conversation without interruption and taking a shower in peace. My prayer is that Justin can one day have lasting friendships such as these.