When I started THIS blog, it was all about the house, hence the title. It was an exciting time in which I had much to say and many people wanting to hear about so a blog was a natural solution to the never ending texts, calls, facebook messages, and emails about "how it was going". Obviously, once the big renovations slowed down, it became more of our family blog and I love it that way. However, since my "career" has taken off, I have had little time or creative energy left over to put into blogging but it doesn't take away from the fact that I still want my blog to be fun, fresh, and interesting. I have never had any desire to strictly have a "mom blog"(think mom jeans, boring, unattractive, only understandable/excusable to other moms). Though I had once had high hopes that my husband, the WRITER, would have time and creativity to contribute to this blog, I realize now that it's completely up to me to keep it up. Why do I care? I don't know, honestly. Maybe I enjoy being able to gloat about my family and home. Maybe I am just an attention whore. Whatever the reason, I love having my little blog and being able to share our simple little crazy life with my friends and family who still read it. I have been working a lot lately and have neglected my blog on purpose. Though I have had a million and one things that I want to talk about, I have not had any sarcasm or humor left enough in me to put into my writing lately. Apparently I am using it all on my family, and I am sure that they are very grateful for that. *snortle*
I could update for an hour on all the on-goings of the Ingram house, but right now, I want to write about this past weekend. It honestly took me a few days to process my 24 hours in Atlanta. I have never been there without my mom or husband. It was a lot to take in, but I think I am ready to open up about it.
I went out of town last weekend. My first "someone paid me to stay in a hotel to shoot their wedding" experience. I'd love to say that I had been flown to some tropical island, but it was just in Atlanta. It was fun. Awesome party, I saw a burning bush, stayed out until 2, stayed up until much later, bonded with some unlikely folks and got to hang out with my good friend Tiffany who was my assistant for the weekend(and my tour guide because she used to live there). I did some things that were totally out of character for me like going to a bar without my husband, staying out late, and drinking a beer while working--best clients ever! At the beginning of the dancing part of the reception, the band sang "Party in the USA" a cappella and it reminded me of my little Cate. She likes that song and I teared up. The song was in my head for the rest of the night as I watched the city life around me and while I did have fun, my precious husband and darling children were on my mind all night and I felt really out of my element. I am not a city girl, and I am now very proud to claim my title as nothing less than a good ol' small town girl who only has eyes for her man. I was homesick by the time we checked into the hotel, and my emotions kept flopping back and forth between homesick and having a fun all evening. It was interesting, to see the "lifestyle" that I never had. You know, that staying up late partying in the city kind of stuff that most people do for at least a little while. I got married at 17, had a baby a month shy of 19, and I have been a mom and housewife ever since. I can honestly say, without hesitation, I do not feel like I missed out on anything. I felt so out of place. I know that I am not a city girl, I now know that I am not a party girl. I'm a simple girl. I had fun, don't get me wrong, but not nearly as much fun as I have in Rome, Ga in my stomping grounds surrounded by my good friends and family(I party with my family, because they are awesome). Having fun in the city every now and then is fine, but no thanks. I'm much happier at home in the bossom of my family where I am safe and loved and cherished. Time away to see what you aren't missing is very healthy for someone my age, I think. I am glad I did it, I have no regrets. I won't say that I will never take an out of town job again, I hope to take many, but close to home is where April belongs. Big cities seemed appealing to me because I had never experienced them before. After this weekend, I don't feel like I missed anything at all. I love my life and the people I share it with. So not a city girl. Not by a long shot man.
(No, our 7 year old daughter is not allowed to watch this video, she can just listen to the song from time to time--and she doesn't know who Jayzee or Britney are. I honestly cannot name a Jayzee song myself...and I am proud of that.)
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