dirty dancing! (and some instagrams for your friday)

get your mind out of the gutter, i am not about to post pictures of me dirty dancing (not that there is any) or any one else.  it's DIRTY DANCING, the movie.  brad and i went to see where to movie was filmed and i felt like i was walking hand in hand with johnny, except he's not real and my name is not baby.  my middles name IS frances though...so it could happen.  i was walking hand in hand with brad and that was so much better any way.

"nobody puts baby in the corner."

i feel like there might be a lot of OMG!!!'s needed in this blog from a girl that doesn't do abbreviations or OMGS!, because i am so excited to share with you all the pictures of our day there, it was really really exciting.  i think one of the reasons it was so awesome was because it was like they were going to film tomorrow, it was like you had stepped back in time and suddenly you were an extra on the set and if you went into the right room...you just might see johnny and baby doing their thing on the dance floor.

i tried to talk brad into getting in the lake so we could do a lift, he turned me down.  then i tried to talk him into me running and doing a a lift all dramatic like, and still i was turned down.  then there was the log, just maybe he would walk on the log with my OVER the water.  no, nothing.

so i just began to sing "join hands and hearts and voices, voices hearts and hands" over and over again and got louder with each overture and he decided that maybe the lift wasn't such a bad idea.

i mean, are you as excited as me about this?  because dirty dancing is THE BEST MOVIE EVER!

i will tell you this...(and i really hope my mom still has no computer and does not read my blog, when i checked this morning things were still the same...if so, i am in trouble.)...we didn't have a television growing up, for no reason other than my dad felt like there wasn't anything great on the tv, so for no other reason than that, he made the choice that our family would not have one.  and it was good and fine...

because...

aunt sheron had a tv.

she loved to watch movies and funny enough, i loved to go to her house all the time.  i would walk to her house daily (morrison lane, remember?  she lived at the end)  to visit and to hang out with her, not to watch tv really, but just see her because i love her and enjoyed spending time with her.  well...one day she introduced me to dirty dancing, and we watched it about once a week and all the time after that.  i knew i was not allowed to watch movies like that, so i would watch with my eyes glued to the screen and my ears honed into the sound of the tractor and as soon as i would hear it, i would watch for my daddy to appear, and if he stayed outside, i would continue watching, but on those days he came in for lunch...well, those days i had to put baby and johnny in the corner because if not, i knew i would be the one in the corner.

1.  baby's cabin

2.  pretty rocks (nothing to do with anything)

3.  gazebo where her dad sat in the rocking chair when he told her he was really disappointed in her...

4.  a stone with a passage in memory of patrick swayze

1.  the lake where they did the lift.

2.  my husband is cuter than yours dot com

3.  a look at the whole kellermans (mountain lake) resort

4.  kellermans

1.  where they pulled up in their car as they were arriving to the resort, right after baby's daddy told her she wanted to save the world

2.  baby's cabin from a far...

3.  the dining room where her family ate and he met max, and johnny happened to walk through...and she said, "who is that???" (as would i)

4.  up close and personal with baby's estate

1.  a closer view of the rock

2.  baby and johnny's chairs while shooting!!!  how cool is that?!?

now moving on...instagrams for the week.

(the selection is kinda sad this week)

1.  the fellas has their girlfriends over, one has a broken arm that i forgot to sign.  darn!

2.  we started flag football, which means boiling of the mouthguards. hooray.

3.  the wooten brothers playing at our friends wedding! awesome!

4.  my handsome groom...and the actual groom at the wedding.

5.  break in summertime with some tv (not dirty dancing, i promise!)

6.  the belcourt theatre in nashville.

have a good weekend, let me know your instagram name and i will follow you!

mine is morrisonlane (i like to keep things simple like that...)

hump day - halloween

this week i gotta get outta town pass and am leavingon a jet plane...well, actually an acura - but they haven't written that song yet.  sorry.

we (by now, you get the we in this relationship, correct?), braddstudios and myself are headed to:

wednesday:
nashville, tennessee to farragut, tennessee

thursday:
farragut, tessessee to wilmington, north carolina

friday:
wilmington, north carolina to asheville, north carolina

saturday:
ashville, north carolina to gatlinbug, tennessee

sunday:
gatlinburg, tennessee to farragut, tennessee to nashville, tennessee

since i am assuming that you have no idea why in the heck on god's green earth that one would seek out this travel schedule let me tell you of the plans so then you can be jealous.

wednesday:
we are leaving nashville and going to spend the night with braddstudios parents.  (that way we are that much closer to the destination and we can see his lovely family)

thursday:
we are leaving his lovely parents house and driving to wilmington, north carolina where we will stay over night in a nice hotel that i found on hotwire.  while we are there, we shall find the filming locations for the film 'blue velvet' (if you have ever taken a gander at braddstudios blog {and you should}, you might have noticed there only two things he cares about in this word 1)filming locations and 2)music.) and might i add, the boys got some mad google map skills, i have never seen anything like it...

and me, i go along for the ride because
1) i love him and like looking at his face.
2) i like taking pictures a lot and am a little OCD a lot and getting the EXACT screen shot that he needs puts me in a happy place because i am a nerd.  dang, this is MY blog, did i have to admit that?  uh---hummm, because i am ubbbbbberrrrr talented and cool.
3) because he promised me that we could (and he has the locations google mapped, mind you.  he is also very organized) go by michael jordans house where he grew up {if you could see me as i type this i am kinda hyperventilating, ummm, because i love me some michael jordan}

so on 'come fly with me' (i have it on VHS, thank you very much) they show his house and i have always wanted to drive by that place and take a gander.  also, they talk about the courts in the back yard where michael jordan and his brother played ball growing up and his brother always beat him.  and i am not promising that i won't trespass to get a picture if it is still there.  i've done it before folks.  and yes, i am already sorry for trespassing, "really officer i am...i had no idea where i was, why would i want a picture of thaaaaaaat ole ball court anyway?"

believeable, huh?

i might should unpack my air jordans and jumpman sweatshirt, that might be too much, you think?  i'll just wear the socks...no one will ever see those.

4) we get to go to the beach.  and walk in the sand.  yes, yes and yes.  sign me up.

am i exhausting you?  

is there a word limit on these things?

friday:
we shall leave the land of blue vlevet, michael jordan and sand and head to asheville, north carolina where there is this large mansion called the biltmore that i have yet to see in my life time.

well, i did watch an extensive video on it, because my BFF went to the biltmore and was so taken with it, that she bought the video and made me watch it and she nararrated it with the narrarator.  bless her heart. it was informative, long and boring lovely.

so, i can't wait to see it for myself.  hope it's not haunted, since it will be halloween weekend and all.  that could be a. little. freaky.

because if i encountered a ghost...well...i. would. die.

probably.

and no, i am NOT dramatic OR long winded.

why do you ask?

and then we are going to see where they filmed this little movie, you might have heard of it...dirty dancing.  oh yes we are.  awesome, huh?

and THEN (drumroll, please)...the reason for this whole jaunt.

the moogfest.  which is a first annual music festival in asheville, north carolina.  i would tell you who all we are going to see and make it sound all musical scholarly and the like and then braddstudios might really fall in love...

but, i...am not able.

this is all i know, we are going to see big boi (who spells his name wrong, i might add) and panda bear, the guy not the animal, perform and some others...i am sure.  and i will be the girl with the two large cameras over my shoulder taking pictures in la la land.

braddstudios might have mentioned in passing that panda bear does not go on (go on meaning...he will not take the stage) until 12:30 am. (sometimes, i think he likes to use big words with me like "go on" so i might have no idea what he is talking about and i will just nod my head accordingly... he is a tricky one.)

you heard it here first folks, i am in fact the best girl friend in the world.

12:30 am?  yes.  so i will need a caffeine drip, coffee and no doz and i should be fine.   (did i mention i don't don't drink caffeine?)  we will then stay afterwards and see if we can meet him.

i mean, you would too.  after the feat of standing up right until the show is over, i will need to meet the man that is in fact named panda bear.

roar.

saturday:
we will wake up bright and early and head to pigeon forge where i did not get us a nice hotel on hotwire.  well, i got us a hotel, but it is more like a love-shack-pay-by-the-hour-we-might-need-to-bring-our-own-sheets-the-hot-tub-in-the-room-is-bigger-than-the-bed-and-everything-is-magenta.   i'm scared.

and that is no joke, folks.

for in gatlinburg we shall go see dollywood and then go to the haunted mansion...and maybe putt putt...after we walk the strip of course.

and yes, maybe there are some tie dyed "brad and jessica fall 2010" shirts in our future.  if he's lucky.


and i'm still alive...


and after all of that...

sunday:
we will head back to his parents house where we will celebrate his mothers birthday as well as halloween.

this year i am dressing up as a 34 year old girl who is tired.  very tired and needs a vacation.

the end.

i carried a watermelon!?

"i carried a watermelon!?" has to be one of the greatest and memorable movie lines ever.  after all, she did carry a watermelon right into the arms of johnny castle.  i know many a girl that would take up watermelon carrying as a sport if it landed you in the arms of patrick swayze.

every time i watch 'dirty dancing' and hear baby say that line i think of my dad. 

baby carried a watermelon right into the arms of patrick swayze.

my dad carried a watermelon too, right up a hill and lost his pants.

if you know my dad, you know that he is slow to speak and only speaks when necessary.  he is quiet, meek and mild.  if you do not know my dad, see the previous sentence.  my mother on the other hand never lacks for words and my dad long ago has learned the art of, "okay, jane."

long ago, when their daughter was seven, we had a forth of july party at our house.  the entire church was there *potlucking and having fun.  my mom was in the kitchen preparing food and said, "hey roy {my dad} come get this here watermelon and take it outside so we can eat it!"  (say this as southern as you can and you will appreciate it more.) 

"okay, jane."

dad got the watermelon, and as he was walking up the hill to the backyard and as everyone and their mother (literally) was watching he said to me, 

"jessica, my pants!"  

"what daddy?"

"my pants!"

and then, right there in front of god and all his witnesses...there went the pants of my daddy.  

and as quick as the color drained from my face, my daddy had bent over; sat the watermelon in the grass; pulled up his pants and continued carrying the watermelon to its desired location without missing a beat. cool, calm and collected, thats my daddy.

that was the last time i remember seeing my dad without suspenders.  red ones.

*potlucking and having fun:  those two words to not go hand in hand for me.  i will avoid a potluck like i avoid the flu.  there is nothing worse than a potluck in my world.  nothing.  little old ladies making food for the church taking a bite and sticking the spoon right back in stirring away, taking a bite, putting the spoon right back in stirring away til it is ready.  vomit.  even on christmas eve, when my family gathers to have a POTLUCK; i eat whatever my mom cooks and sliced tomatoes.