She's there!

Well, we did it! Chelsea is settled in at OCU. Her dorm room is tiny, her roommate seems very nice and her RA is a sweetheart! I'll get pictures up as soon as possible (still need to download them from my camera) but we got her room all fixed-up with lime green fake fur and pink satin so it's a drama queen's haven (as it should be).




We drove her up to OKC on Monday morning after spending a wonderful Sunday night with Chris and Jeanie. Jeanie and I spent time talking about decorating my new house but that will be in a later post. This one is about getting my first little chick off to college and I realize I must be the weirdest mom in the world but I still haven't been teary or sad about it. Just excited for her and sure she's going to have a wonderful time. (Jeanie says it has to do with how well-grounded Chelsea is. She felt the same way with Rachel, just confident that she'd be fine. It's our BOYS who will give us worries!)

It rained the ENTIRE time we were in OKC, in fact it rained from the time we left Dallas until we drove back through it yesterday, but that just meant that the temperatures were nice and cool. I think Oklahoma City will be a good place for Chelsea to get used to being on her own, especially doing more driving. It's laid out on a grid, making it easy to get around and the people seem so friendly and down to earth (even for drama people) which is a very good thing.

She and her daddy got her bank account established, student ID, bills and car registration done so all she had left to do was to get a phone in OKC. Something she can handle on her own without any problems. I'll write more when I get some pictures up.

Cheap Trick/Heart/Journey ,,,and PAUL!

We had so much fun at the Journey, Heart and Cheap Trick concert in the Woodlands but like Vicki Courtney (my alltime favorite blogger!) I was a bit amazed at the side shows.

I had mixed up the date on the concert and Rick and Stephen were still in Philmont so Chelsea invited two of her best friends to go with us, Megan and Melissa. After a very rushed dinner we headed to the Woodlands and managed to sit in traffic for 30 minutes before finally parking in the garage (which I was very happy about!)




So...there I am at the concert with three beautiful teenage girls and one little DS boy! They had a terrific time and I think WE were probably the side show for the people around us at least during the concert. Paul was rocking!







He stood up and danced during Heart and got on my shoulders to see Journey (let's face it he was quite a bit shorter than everyone around us).



While up on my shoulders he was playing air guitar and if you think it's easy to have a 60 pound kid playing air guitar perched on your shoulders you would be WRONG! By the end of Journey's set (and by the way Arnel Pineda is wonderful but no one will ever truly be able to replace Steve Perry in my book) Paul was sacked out on our blanket, deeply unconscious.



The girls were pretty into the music too. I think Megan sang along with every song Journey did and Melissa was dancing. Chelsea and Paul were getting into it too!
Dancing and taking bows? I know, I know, it's just one of Paul's idiosyncrasies)




We decided to just wait for the place to clear out before we made our way back to the car and that's when I started to realize that the hill was littered with people who were simply too wasted to get up and move. Most of them MY age!!!! Here's Paul also wasted but in a completely different way!




I have to say I was embarrassed for my contemporaries, especially when we got to the lift of the garage. We'd finally got Paul up and made our way down to the car and waiting for the lift were two women, one of whom could barely stand. She was leaning against the lift door, too inebriated to support herself. Her friend (who to give her credit appeared to be a designated driver) helped her in to the lift and then four more middle aged women got on, loudly laughing and cursing. The women got flustered when they realized there was a child on the lift and started apologizing in that profuse drunken way. My daughter and her friends thought it was funny but I have to admit I was just embarrassed for them. All I could think was that a hangover is a lot harder at 48 than it is at 18 and they were really going to be hurting in the morning!



By the way, despite Megan's expression my girls had NOTHING alcoholic to drink!