Outa Here...

By the time most of you read this, I will be long gone.

The Mr. and I are skipping town.

It will be our first real get-away since the honeymoon, a mere ten years ago.

I'm just giddy with excitement, but I've been keeping things on the down-low because of our last trip debacle.

So far, my ninjas have protected me from any hexes, jinxes, or curses that might have been cast my way.

Hold down the fort, peeps...

I'll be back next week with a story or two.

B-bye!

I'm Either Really Ahead or Really Behind

I mentioned way back when that I wanted to be part of a potholder swap.

I started with good intentions, but...

Didn't happen.

I've been working on these on and off for months.

You have seen glimpses of them.

Well...all five are now complete:

They are all done in the same pattern with different color combinations.

Each one is double layered. So really, I made ten potholders.

Rationalization, ahem.

They are ready to be hung within close proximity to things that are hot.

I'm too messy a chef.

I'd save them for items being served on the dinner table.

Either way, they are ready for the next potholder swap.

You might say that I am woefully behind.

But I am choosing to see it as months ahead.

And that rationalization works for me.

Ahem.

Jump In...

A typical day, lakeside:

Get up.

Brush teeth.

Put on swimsuit.

Jump in the lake.

Repeat.

Many, many times.

All.

Day.

Long.

If needed, a rest can be taken on the boat launch.

It's the place to be when the waves from passing water skiers come ashore.

If you follow this recipe...

...you just might have grown a set of gills by day's end.

Eventually, it's time to dry off.

As the sun sets, a fire is started.

Marshmallows should be on hand.

Dessert.

It's the best meal of the day.

The grown-ups get to enjoy a different kind of after-dinner treat.

Day turns to night.

Crickets chirp.

A soothing breeze from the lake cools the air.

Bliss.

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The Offspring and I were lucky enough to spend a few days on the lake with my Pops.
We have decided to make it an annual tradition.

The Mr. missed out on all this fun.
We are going to remedy that.
Soon. Very soon.

Plans are already being made to return to the lake.

We can hardly wait.

Our Tenth

The Mr. has put up with me as his Mrs. for ten years now.

He should be applauded.

The Mr. always has my back.
Always.

He's not afraid to fall on the sword.
Often times he takes the fall when, in fact, it should be me.

The Mr. is nerdishly sexy.
My favorite kind of sexy.

He has no problem with me being in charge of the remote control or the iPod.

He'll defend me and our little family.
No matter what.
At whatever cost.

Despite being together for a decade, he still unabashedly flirts with me.
Often.

He listens.
Just listens.
Sometimes that's all you need.

He refuses to act his age.
In a good way.

The Mr. is my biggest cheerleader.
He believes that I can do anything.

He spoons.
Every single night.

He's a drummer in a rock band.
Helllooo...that's hot.

There's not one meal that I've cooked, be it good or bad, that he hasn't thanked me.

He wants to give me the world.

He still wears Chuck Taylors, Vans, and Levi's.
You'll never catch him in a golf shirt.

I love his hands.
And his smile.

He kills bugs that I know would otherwise fly in my hair.

He's really smart.
And talented.

I know that we can work out anything.
Because we always do.

The Mr. cheers for my teams.
He has watched countless games with me.
He slaps high-fives when winning and consoles me through losses.

He doesn't expect sexy lacy lingerie.
He's fine with cotton.

He is always trying to be a better friend, husband, and father.

I don't get it, but he finds me more attractive now than when I was younger.
And I adore him for this.

We are better now than ever before.

We are twin high maintenance machines.
We get each other.

And since this post is full of mush, I'll add a cherry on top.

For The Mr.:



Happy Anniversary, love.

You are tops.

♥,
Me

Lakeside

This is what I've been seeing...lakeside.

I figured the pictures could
speak for themselves.

Old Sign Sunday

The Mr. played a show last week at this dive.

This building was about a block away.

A closer look.

Houston's downtown and industrial areas are littered with these old buildings that retain a piece of their original purpose.

I love them.

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I'm leaving today for The Hill Country.

The place of my birth.

A place I'll always call home.

I'll be back in a few days. Until then...

Don't have too much fun without me, peeps.