Four days after getting home from the beach, we piled in the van and drove on a Friday to Mississippi where we dropped the kids at Cousin Sandra's house. Then we turned around and drove back home to Alabama the same day. (We were worn out and hadn't even "been" anywhere yet.)
On Saturday, we drove Biscuit to the vet, dropped the dry cleaning, ran through the drug store, then hit the road to the airport to fly to the land of "Indiananapolis" for convention.
We had a GREAT time at the convention and were spiritually fed and felt like we did some Kingdom work, but the highlights had to be the meals, time alone with The Husband, and the hotel.
We arrived at around 5:00 p.m. Saturday evening, settled into the room, changed clothes, and hunted up a good place to eat. At least once when we are out of town, The Husband takes me somewhere on our dime that we can't begin to afford, but we call it a once-in-a-lifetime experience. When is the next time I'm going to be in Indianapolis? Seriously, might as well give it a go in case we never go again. :-)
We ate at some fine restaurants in Indiana. One in particular was off the charts--the Capital Grille--in the hotel. We had crab cakes and steak and creme brulee for dessert (again, before anyone panics, we paid for this meal). Everything was unhurried and cooked perfectly and the atmosphere was wonderful. It was very romantic and just lovely.
But the topper on the evening was when the waitress came over during dessert and tentatively asked the Husband, "Me and my assistant have been trying to figure something out--are you on TV?"
The Husband rared back in his chair and responded seriously, "No, but I should be!" (HA!)
She said, "Well, we all thought you might be that TV preacher from Texas."
You got it.
Someone thought that The Husband was Joel Osteen. HA-HA!!!!! Okay, this is so funny, I can't begin to discuss it adequately in this forum. The Husband shook his head laughing, and responded, "Joel's gonna be in some trouble come next week on the TV when someone reports that he had dinner with a stunning brunette instead of his blonde wife." We got quite a bit of mileage out of that one. Joel Osteen. HA!
The hotel we stayed in was unreal.
The room we had was covered under the convention special rates, so we paid what everyone else did, but they upgraded us to a king suite. Huge bed with an enormous flat screen TV and sofa and desk...really spiffy. But what took the cake was the bathroom--There was a TV and a telephone in the toilet. My first thought upon seeing the flat screen TV mounted on the bathroom wall was, "What in the world do you need a TV in the toilet for?", then that night I took about an hour-long bubble bath bath while watching a chick flick and completely Got It. (Of course, this would NEVER work at home since all we'd receive on the TV would be Spongebob Squarepants or Scooby Doo and no amount of bubble bath justifies that.) 
The telephone is still a mystery though. What do you do when you're finished with the program and the phone call is still in progress? I'm not sitting there another fifteen minutes chatting, and I'm certainly not flushing. What is the etiquette while talking on the phone and using the facilities? Do you cover the phone and flush? Do you say you've got a call waiting beeping through? Ugh. And who wants to touch a phone that's in the toilet? Ick.
We had to walk through a huge four-story mall to get to the convention center every session, so that was a mighty good excuse for some recreational shopping. (I'd be dangerous with some actual money.) :-)
The actual convention was up and down. We LOVED the preacher's conference and enjoyed the preaching and the evangelism conference. The business portion was boring but necessary. Oh, and the Upward luncheon was motivational. The pastor's wives thing was sort of weird. It may warrant its own entry, because I took issue with some of the things said from the stage (no surprise there). Have no fear, congretation, Sister Sunshine Charlotte stayed in check. :-)
We flew home on Wednesday and didn't get in until really late. The plane was delayed on the runway due to bad weather. We didn't really mind sitting there two extra hours too much--beats taking off in bad weather and not coming down in one piece. (Incidentally, on hour two of sitting there I poked The Husband and said that I could pitch a fit and get us thrown off the plane and then everyone would REALLY think that he WAS Joel Osteen. ha!)
Then on Thursday we drove back to Mississippi to collect the Shorties. Whew. I am SOOOOO glad to be home!!!!!!
No more travel for me for awhile. I need to decompress a little and hang out and enjoy the summer and the Shorties. Speaking of Shorties...happy Daddy's day to my precious husband and happy birthday to the Twins! It is good to be The Mother Bear.
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