If March was a color..... it would have to be PURPLE.

So one thing I've learned is that I'm not so good about being consistant with writing my blog!  I can't beleive it is April.  And that means I missed the WHOLE month of March.  Shame on me!!  But I have stuff to share that I think is pretty exciting about March.   

March started out busy and hectic just like any other month.  My second born, an informal track star since she started walking (lol), started Track (for real) this month for the first time.  It has been interesting, because I think it may be the first time she has really taken an interest and inititive in a sport.   In the past when things got hard, tears would flow and she would loose interest.  Not this time, she keeps on trecking.  When it gets hard she figures out a way through it.  Thats my baby! :) 

Prince Concert in Greensboro, NC

Now the purple part of March.  My husband and I went to the Prince concert in Raleigh.  We were soo excited to be able to go and see Prince again in Raleigh.  We got floor seats.  I wore 4" heels so I could have a chance of seeing. I'm only 5' 3" with me stretching my neck up a bit.   But when we got to the RBC center and got our seats, we realized that our seats we actually BEHIND the stage.  Ughhh!!!  It turns out that Prince's stage has a little track in the back so he can show face to us and the others who had paid good money to "get close".  But honestly it didn't much matter.  We had a GREAT time.  Dancing in the isles along witht the other Drunk concert goers.  It was all good.  We all sang our hearts out, as if Prince himself would hear us individually.  And let me tell you that man struts his stuff all around the stage for two hours, heels and all.  So much fun.   After the concert, My husband and I said we wanted to do it again.  I can't remember which of us made the suggestion out loud, but the other was quick to agree that we HAD to go to the Greensboro show just four days later.  Crazy and impulsive are not exactly words used to describe my husband and I.   But I felt like for once in a looooong while we were living like a wild and crazy "single-couple" (That's my way of descibing a married couple with-out kids.)   I know its not really that wild and crazy, but that is about as wild and crazy as we get.