Fancy Country vs. Plain Country

I was talking to my mom tonight and we were trying to decide on a location for an upcoming surprise party we are throwing. We really can't think of anywhere in our hometown to have it, because, while I'm sure that the-big-room-at-the-Grandy's is a lovely place, it doesn't exactly scream surprise- in a good way. Plus, you'd have to buy food there to have the party in the-big-room and I can only eat so many honey biscuits (I know, I laughed as I wrote that too. Obviously I can eat my way across town in honey biscuits).

So I was throwing out some suggestions and one was that we have the party up at Chels' family's sale barn on their ranch. My mom laughed about that for a second and then decided: "No. That's fancy country and we're just plain country."

So, for YOUR future reference:

Sale Barn = Fancy Country
My family = Plain Country

So don't come at us with your bedazzled beltbuckle and $300 pair of cowboy boots. Or your sale barn, for that matter. Those are fancy country.

We are more of the big-room-at-the-Grandy's kind of country.
Better known as plain country.

My Fortune

This is what my fortune said tonight at Pei Wei:

"Doing what you like is freedom.
Liking what you do is happiness."


I love this!! It makes me super happy for some reason. Almost as happy as the fact that Pei Wei is making Seasame Chicken right now.

I am loving my life right now. It's crazy and weird and doesn't always make sense. But tonight, I am incredibly content. I am lucky and blessed AND watching Season 2 of Arrested Development.

Seriously. Does it get any better?

Dance Like There's No Tomorrow

This title describes exactly what I did tonight.

I LITERALLY danced myself sick.

I'm not quite sure what it is about this song, but it makes me want to dance all my cares away.

Unfortunately, by the end, of it I had created some new cares. In that I was so sick I had to lay down on the floor and pray against throwing up.

But, at least I got to bust out some of my old moves, and the next time I hit up the club I'll be all set. If, by "all set" I mean "prepared to humiliate myself" with ending my dance by lying down in the middle of the dance floor and vomiting.

Pretty much a typical Saturday night at the club.