A night out for some Texas funk!

It had been some time since my honey and I went out for some evening entertainment. A couple (friends) from Austin invited us to meet them and listen to a favorite band that was playing in a town "next door" to us.  We jumped at the invite; at least I did!. 

We had missed out on the last few performances in the area and I was anxious to get "my fix" of Mingo Fishtrap.  These guys are great musicians, and they are never disappointing.  I have been following them for several years.  There aren't many bands now a days with a horn section that not only are great to see but "blow you away"! If you have a chance to check them out live I recommend them!

So the evening out went pretty well.  We grabbed a few burgers and beers before the show.  I am so grateful we still know folks who actually eat BEEF and haven't taken the vegetarian/vegan road.  Nothing against  that life style, it just makes me not enjoy having a not so healthy meal in front of them.

Anyways, there was grubbing, dancing and enough drinking to make the evening out enjoyable but by midnight we were back at home.  Our friends had to pick up their son at the sitter's and I am sorry to say that at 40-something five hours of fun were enough for me. I had no problem leaving and driving us (me & the honey) home; it was my turn to drive and we always drink responsibly. 8-)

I hope your Summer nights are being well spent!

Blog's 1st anniversary

Today is this blog's first year anniversary.  I can't believe I've managed to write more than the handful of initial entries, though the last couple of months there have been more distractions and less stories to share. 

I am grateful for this mean of expression as well as the interest and comments from those who have read it.

I don't know how the next year will be, but evolution is a guarantee.

Sugar Daddy

I 've been feeling very weird today, you see.. After years and years of being independent and self-sufficient I can't quite feel comfortable relying on someone other than myself. 

Yesterday I escaped a castastrophe.  While making my long commute to work in heavy rains one of the wiper blades on my car tried to escape!  The blade came out of the bracket, got tangled between the "arms" and then the arms managed to cross and hook themselves together at the worst possible time. 

Call it what you will, luck or guardian angels; it happened right after I had switched to the right lane of the highway, being overly cautious and switching lanes long before my exit. I was lucky to be able to pull onto the shoulder while blinded by the heavy curtain of rain and not be one more casualty of yesterday's bad weather-induced wreckage.

Anyways, one tow truck, and two hours later I finally made it to work. What came after was a hefty bill for the repairs plus a spinning head trying to decide exactly how to pay for it  My husband, less stressed (and I guess conscious that no bodily injuries, only car repairs, was a blessing) had no problem offering one of his credit cards.  Cha-ching!!

Not that I won't be contributing to paying for the repair cost, but having someone to share burdens still feels strange.  I've been jokingly calling my husband my Sugar Daddy (to his amusement), thankful that WE (as a couple) have the means to take care of the unexpected, but mostly because I am having a hard time accepting that my husband took responsibility for ME.

I can't help but feel like some type of a slacker, almost  incapable and having to rely on others for my welfare. Despite the few years together with my husband I have stayed pretty independent.  We each take care of our own debts so allowing him to step in and make the decision made this proud/self sufficient woman feel a bit off balance. 

I know we are a team now, and in the spirit of it while my car was in at the shop I had them look in to another repair I've been postponing. My husband was equally quick to insist they do it all. So despite my uneasy feeling I am happy not to be all on my own any more.  If calling my husband my Sugar Daddy makes him feel "manly" for taking care of me while I deal with my independent notions, then he SHOULD get a kick out of it. 

One hair at a time.

One of the "joys" of marrying at a later age is dealing with the grief of having your body change before your spouse's eyes, too soon after "the honeymoon"!  All the insecurities of my youth have come back strong!  It took me a long time to "deal" with not being the perfect weight. Now signs of aging are coming faster than I'd imagined!  Not only have I've had to live with occasional back problems (making me feel ancient) but now gray hair has come in to the picture!!

I know several people in my family who had not even reached the age of 20 before they begun to deal with gray hair.  It doesn't matter that I've been spared until my forties, it's a first for me! There has been the rare stress induced gray that has made its appearance.  The most memorable of them was a gray EYEBROW at 33 when I was training for my black belt in Karate.

Now the little bastards are popping out without me noticing, and of course my much younger coworker (and dear friend) is only to happy to point them out!  Over the last week there have been THREE hairs fighting for the spot light, and plucking them has been difficult.  For some reason vacating them has resulted on the demise of a few surrounding non-grays.

My husband has noticed the invaders, but being that he has sported some very becoming gray for a few years that appear to be highlights he didn't bother to mention mine.  At my frantic reproach of his lack of; what would the word be, solidarity? We need to help each other continue to look half decent!  Anyways, his response to my freak out moment was "I thought you were going blond one hair at a time!" God help me!  I love a smart ass, but NOT AN ASS!! 

I was not happy with his comment! So, I will be adding to my beauty budget (of makeup, haircuts &, moisturizers) hair coloring!