I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar!

I had a big adventure at the end of October that I'm just now writing about.  I vowed to never get this far behind with my blog, but I guess I just needed to get in the mood to write.  I did something totally out of character for me, totally spontaneous, and (according to Amy) totally crazy.

I drove to Atlanta all by myself to see Amelia in a play that was "produced" by a children's drama workshop that she was participating in after school.  Amy felt that it was too far to drive for something like that, but I really wanted to go.  Bubba reluctantly agreed so I packed my one little bag and drove up on Tuesday, attended the play that evening, and drove back home the next day.  Not only did I want to be there for Amelia, I also wanted to see Amy who was going to celebrate her birthday in a few days.  Now that Amelia has come along, we go for her birthday and rarely get to be with Amy for hers.  I baked her a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and fashioned a "41" for the top out of pecans.

I waited for Amy to get out of school so we could pick up Amelia together.  Amelia was so excited when she saw me -- that made it all worthwhile.  I hope she will remember one day that Nana loved her so much that she drove six hours to see her in a 20 minute play.

The play was really cute.  I've waited so long to write that I can't remember the name of it or what it was about, but Amelia was a princess named "Lily" and she gave an academy award worthy performance.

Amelia and the rest of the cast pose for a picture.

Princess Lily poses with Nana.

There always has to be a super hero pose, doesn't there?

My girls!!

After the play we celebrated Amy's birthday at a local restaurant.  Since I was not thinking about my diet, I had the best sandwich ever with fried green tomatoes as a side.  Later after I helped Amelia get ready for bed and read her bedtime story with her, Amy and I had a big slab of chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on the side and some special mother/daughter time that we rarely get any more.

The next morning I saw them off to school, enjoyed drinking coffee, eating chocolate cake for breakfast and watching "Good Morning America" before I felt it was late enough to avoid the morning rush hour.  

I'm quite proud of myself for doing this.  The Atlanta traffic is always terrible, but I got in one lane and stayed there until I got through town and after that it was a piece of cake.  I don't want to turn into the kind of little old lady that has to have her husband drive her everywhere.  I appreciate that Bubba was okay with me going although I know it made him nervous.  Who knows?  He may want to do something crazy one day and I may have to be okay with it.