Wow, what a weekend. My folks came up (or down or sideways) and went touring in Nashville. I am not much a country music fan. I like the classics, Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, but that’s about it. Well, we got ourselves out of bed ay 6am in order to make there for the bus tour. People, this is the way to go if you have interest in actually getting out into the cold or finding parking or having to plan anything on your own. We went to the Ryman which is where the Grand Ol’ Opry originated. We went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and I really enjoyed Elvis’s gold coated piano and large car of somesort. We also saw some of the orginial Hee Haw costumes and corn stalks. Classic. After lunch, things sort of went down hill. The tour bus took us by the wax museum which was closed (kinda glad about that) and then over to the Willie Nelson and friends Museum and the Dukes of Hazards Museum. Um…these were hilarious! They both smelt of oldness, kinda like Mamaw’s house and had some of the most random stuff. Like, at the Willie Nelson Museum, there were stuffed cats (not real) and totem polls. It was a head scratcher to say the least. And the Dukes of Hazards thing was equally hilarious complete with bumper stickers that read “I heart Cooter” and Daisy Duke Underroos.
Wil and I on a 9 week until baby countdown. If I sit too long, my hip bones ache. It is so weird how I can feel them starting to “soften” up in preperation. Baby Keith is one active little thing and I get kicked in the ribs or the bladder atleast twice a day. I was getting into bed last night and I prop my stomache up on a pillow. Well, I was grunting and groaning with the whole activity that Wil just bust out laughing. It must have been a sight to see.
