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Name: Rebekah
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Birthday: 8/14/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, singing, scrapbooking, decorating, learning, spending time with friends.
Expertise: Hmmm, I'm not sure that I have an expertise.
Occupation: Supervisory
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AIM:  toetoucher
Member Since:
7/7/2004
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| Wow. It might take me a bit to recapture the highlights of the last few days' events. What's today, Friday? I think so. Okay, soooo that means... Wednesday. Okay, on Wednesday I had a really fun thing happen. I was sitting at the front of the bus with Natalie and Bernie when Natalie told me to go get my presents from my bunk. I said, "what?" She said, "You have Christmas presents in your bunk." So I got them, opened them, and she got me a really nice set of MAC makeup brushes which I'm really pumped about! I've been wanting good makeup brushes, and she got me a bunch of makeup too! Woohoo! So now I've had what I lost replaced! The Lord is so awesome! He cares about the little stuff! :)
Then yesterday I woke up early with the girls and got to see some of the most BEAUTIFUL sites as we drove through Oregon. I got to see the coast which was breathtaking, and we drove right through a red-wood forrest (those trees are magnificent... I felt like I was in a movie), and tons of beautiful mountains. The started great... right? Well buckle your seat belt.. it's gonna be a bumpy ride...
So I'm sitting on the front of the bus with just the girls and myself. They've been fed, changed, and are playing happily when I smell a retched smell. Poop, of course. So after I establish which one is the culprit I reach for a diaper and wipes and begin part of my daily job. Oh, but this was no ordinary diaper issue... this had blown through all of her clothes. So here I am holding Gracie by the ankles (typical diaper changing position) as she's squirming around and I'm trying desperately to clean her off without getting poop all over the tour bus. When what felt like an hour had passed I was able successfully change her and put her in yesterday's clothes. All is well on the diaper front.
Fifteen minutes later I'm sitting on one of the seats holding the girls up to the window letting the look out at the beautiful scenery when out of no where my coffee cup slid off the counter top and spilled ALL OVER ME! I was drenched in coffee from shoulders to knees, front and back. Don't ask me how. I'm not exactly sure. I couldn't make a cup of water cover me that well if I had tried. So here I am by myself... trying to wipe up the little bit of coffee that made it to the floor... and trying not to sit down. Finally about 20 minutes later the road manager wakes up and I asked him if we could pull over for a minute so I could get some dry clothes from my suit case under the bus. Finally... I was dry... although I still smelled like coffee.
Fast forward about 4 hours. Everyone is finally awake. I'm getting ready to warm up the babies' bottles. I had water warming up in the microwave which I pour into cups in order to place the bottles in them to warm. As I am pulling the hot water out of the microwave which is located above my head... (note: the bus is on the road, moving) the bus sways and I spill hot water on the counter and it splatter my face as well. I'm okay, but it didn't feel good. Then as I pour hot water into a glass (into which I place the bottles to warm them) I see that as I am pouring the water is spilling out of the cup. The cup had a huge crack down the side so now there is hot water spilling off of the counter top and all over the floor. All I could think to myself is... are you kidding me?! After I cleaned that up and started warming the bottles I felt like I was going to cry out of frustration from the morning, exhaustion, and built up stress from a lack of adult-interaction. After the babies had been successfully fed I was cleaning things up when a glass mug slid off the counter and into the sink where it broke. Natalie turned to me and said, "you have to make sure that you only set things on here (there is rubber grip matting on the side of the counter top) or things are going to fall off." I just said, "okay," but immediately I knew I was about to explode so I took the girls to the back of the bus, shut the door and just stated bawling. It's unlike me, but for some reason I absolutely couldn't take it anymore. I totally lost it, and I couldn't quit crying.
Long story short, eventually Natalie came in and we talked about things. I shared some concerns about feeling like I didn't do things the way she wanted me too and such. And she ended up being a really great encouragement to me. She said that she and Bernie had been praying for me long before I came along and that I had been the perfect answer to their prayers. She said that they love the way I am with the girls and she said that I am going to be a great mom some day. That felt good. That day for lunch she let me go in to the venue and have a break... and just hang out with the rest of the crew. It was SO what I needed.
Then today I got to see more amazingly beautiful sites as we drove to our next venue. Then this afternoon Natalie said she wanted to do my makeup with the new makeup she bought me so we sat and she showed me what all of the brushes were for and she did my makeup. It was so fun. I felt like one of my big sisters was sitting there with me doing my makeup. And she's had hers done my so many makeup artists that she's learned a lot of good techniques so it looked amazing. I felt like a movie star with no where to go. Haha. Today was her birthday. Her husband has been absolutely precious and amazing... but I've typed for way too long already so that will have to be for another post!
* sigh * SO today was much, much better than yesterday!
Only two more days.
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| So I realize that this isn't quite as tragic as I feel like it is... but those of you females that are reading this will understand. I was at a hotel a few nights ago and when we left the next morning I had my bags packed and my makeup bag was sitting not-so-safely on the top of one of my bags that doesn't zip closed. When the guys from the band came and helped with our bags... well, somewhere between my room and the tour bus my makeup bag fell out. So now, not only have I lost every ouce of makeup I own (it's so expensive to start from scratch again), but I've been walking around for 2 1/2 days without any makeup on. I am not one of those that can beautifully go without makeup. Not asking for encouragement, I'm just tell'n it like it is. So... I would love to be able to get to a Walmart or something and at least buy some basics but of course there is not chance for me to get away at all. *sigh* I'm frustrated. I shouldn't be though. One of the leaders at my church once said that frustration flows out of a sense of pride rooted in a feeling of entitlement... OUCH. We get frustrated because something has not gone the way that we feel entitled to it having gone. Thus... I need to not be frustrated. Hm. The End.
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| Well, I am currently in California where I have been for the last three days. We've been in three different places: San Dimas, Irvine, and right now I'm in Bakersfield which seems to be the armpit of California. It smells like cows and there's desert everywhere. This church is huge, but it's in the middle of nowhere. Tonight we drive through the night to Vellejo, California. It has gotten progressively colder as we have moved further north, and I wish that I would have packed warmer shoes. I must say, I'm looking forward to Tuesday when we have a "day off." I'm not exactly sure what my day off is going to look like though. We may stop at a mall... but there's not much flexibility with the girls since they have naps to take and meals to eat. So I'm pretty much assuming that it won't really be a day off for me. It's okay though, that's what I am getting payed for.
I am already looking forward to the end of the tour and I'm not even half way through yet. Well, I shouldn't say that. I am actually enjoying the travel... I just miss my life. I miss my friends, my church, and the things that I am involved in. Gosh, it sounds like I've been gone for months or something. Ha! Yeah, anyway... there's the thrilling update that a grand total of 2 people might read. But hey, what can I expect when I generally wait 6 months between blogs?! Goodnight everyone! :)
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| Apparently I only feel motivated to blog when I'm sitting on a tour bus... because here I find myself again. The girls are napping, and it's day one of the 10 day west coast tour. I arrived promptly at their house this morning at 5:15 a.m. ... yes folks, you read that correctly  ... and headed to the airport where we boarded a 4 hour flight to Phoenix, AZ. Right now I am sitting on the tour bus (which met us at the airport in Phoenix) at a venue in Verde, AZ. At least, that's what I THINK the name of this city is. I'm pretty tired at the moment, but still excited because the girls are going to be awake and finished eating in perfect time to go see their mom do her Christmas concert. Woohoo! I'm glad for that! It's always good to get off of the bus. And the poor girls have been couped up in either their car seats or the bus all day so it will do them some good to be out and about. Especially to hear their mom sing.
I suppose that's all for now. Be looking for more updates from the road... tonight we're headed to somewhere in California. It'll be my first time past LAX. :) Goodnight everyone. :)
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| I'm SO close to being home, yet so very, very far away. So last night was probably one of the worst night's sleep I've ever had. I couldn't fall asleep for hours and then when I did, I woke up about every 45 minutes because I was afraid I had heard one of the girls. They officially woke up at 6:30a.m (5:30a.m Nashville time) and I was up for the day. A friend of mine replied to my post from yesterday and said, "4 hours of uninterrupted sleep is GOOD." Obviously spoken as a true mom... because after last night, I would LOVE to have gotten 4 hours of UNINTERRUPTED sleep. We'll be driving through the night to Nashville where we'll arrive at around 9:00a.m. Then I'll be watching the girls all day until 10p.m. There is no break on the horizon for me... *sigh* I am SO not ready to be a mom.
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