Pregnant and Grandma

We surely felt our status this night, let me first begin by telling the story behind the blog title. Last weekend I was in San Antonio. My mom, sister in law Kim, and I went to a few stores, leaving the kids and menfolk behind. My mom convinced me to visit one of her favorite stores to look for a skirt for my current plus size shape. As she roamed one section of the store, Kim and I quickly perused enough to know their was nothing for me. I then wandered into what I'd like to call the grandma section. Kim and I tried to find something interesting on a rack as a lady who worked there saw Kim and said, "Oh, you're having a baby..." and asked her a few questions. I'd like to add that we had a big rack of clothing between she and I, but she looked over at me and said, "Congratulations, Grandma." To which Kim and I looked at each other a bit bug eyed, jaws slightly ajar, then busted out laughing. The lady realized the error of her ways after getting a better look at me, and tried to backpedal and then tried to ask me a few questions. I mean, clearly, if I was in the grandma section of the store, and Kimmie--looking like a pregnant teenager herself (they thought she was at girls camp a month or so ago), then surely I was the grandma-to-be. It didn't bother me. Kim was worried it hurt my feelings, but it takes a lot more than that to hurt my feelings. I then realized...I guess, if she is the pregnant teenager (say 15) and I was a pregnant teenager myself when I had her, then said store worker lady was right. I COULD be grandma in that scenario. The few days after that, Kim and I just laughed at my being called grandma--because CLEARLY--I am so NOT grandma material. So, back to the story with pictures.

Kim drove back to Austin with us Sunday night because she had a friend from California traveling as the driver of a band in town to play a gig on Monday. As I got more details and found that they were not only playing at the Barton Creek Mall, but in a Hot Topic store, no less, I decided I had to go with her. Only for a second did I wish I put on some extreme eye make up (or any at all) and maybe my best 80's attire. We met up with her friend David in the Pottery Barn Kids store before hand where I ended up buying this US map that I've been drooling over for a year. Thanks Stacy and Jen for your combined gift cards you gave me.

Anyway...Pacific Lights is the band, and they are actually pretty good. Kim also is good friends with the older siblings of a few of these guys. I think they are in the 17/18 range in high school. We found out they went out into the mall before their "show" and recruited people to come listen. They played only 4 songs, and encouraged the onlookers to purchase t-shirts and CD's so "they could eat."

We felt our age/stage in life amidst these girls. See Kim's face amidst the teeny bopper crowd below--priceless. Click to enlarge.
This is Kim's friend David (the driver) in the brim hat--far left. He was a nice guy--my single friends, he's available and 24. He carried my large PB purchase to the car for me. I hope these good Mormon musicians will still want to go on a mission amidst their rising fame. I almost don't want to promote them, but they are good, so I will.
Our own little video clip.... The guy behind the white glasses is a cute boy, hard to tell with that blocking his face.

You can listen to a few of their songs on their MySpace page, and even purchase them on itunes. My favorite song is called Chapstick--I love the harmonizing. If you like 'em--pass it along.