Sunday morning my Honey and I were driving around town running some errands when I thought I'd discuss an idea that's been bouncing around in my head.
ME: Babe... how would you feel if I got another tattoo? (I have one that I got on my 30th birthday)
THE HONEY: Where? (He has none)
ME: I don't know, probably add to the one I have. (ME THINKING: So it's no longer referred to as a tramp stamp)
THE HONEY: Are you going to tattoo my name?
ME: My second husband would probably not like it. (Grin)
THE HONEY: I expect you to be a grieving widow and never marry again; maybe join a convent.
ME: The only way I'd join a convent is if it was the name of a rock band.
THE HONEY: You'll wear black for the rest of your life?
ME: Black INK!
THE HONEY: I thought you were gonna throw yourself on my funeral pyre!
ME: (Eyes rolling) NOPE! I've told you THAT AIN'T HAPPENING!
Wedding Photos
Monday, February 23, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
Happy New Year 2015 - (Quick recap of 2014)
I am the forever optimist, and gratitude is a trait instilled in me from childhood that wasn't easy to grasp in my younger years, but life had a way to show me with examples. I am grateful for the past year! It was full of good moments and the bad ones not big enough to recall easily. I am truly grateful for the past months and looking forward to this new year.
Things happen for a reason, and moving back to San Antonio has had us close to loved ones during important moments. We were able to attend my nephew's football games when living a few towns over made it difficult to share in watching him grow up. By the way, the kid recently turned 13 and is 6 foot-plus!
My concern about moving in with my mother was understandable, but thankfully things have worked out better than I could have ever imagined. The arrangement is still "temporary", but I am happy that it has been beneficial to all in more ways than one. I am glad we were around to support mom during a brief health scare, but thankfully all is well.
In 2014 we celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. Fate managed to arrange that one of our favorite local singers, Robert Earl Keen--who we saw perform on our third date, play on our wedding anniversary. My honey planned a wonderful weekend around it.
The honey ran his 4th full marathon, shaving about 12 minutes from his time the prior year, and he got a kick out of attracting the attention of Mrs. Keen (who also ran the San Antonio Rock n Roll marathon) with the REK t-shirt he wore to the race.
Every now and then my honey manages to scare me with some minor injury that triggers a flood of emotions.
When you've experienced loss at an early age you tend to overreact a bit, but I try to make light of it on the outside and not let it out of control, This year we did a little four-wheeling over Thanksgiving and my love had a mishap that almost catapulted him over the handle bars. Not a big deal, expect I watched it up close and in slow motion. It was nothing a few cold beers and ice couldn't cure, though the after math did leave huge bruising on his thigh and torso. I am grateful we ended the year in one piece!
Things happen for a reason, and moving back to San Antonio has had us close to loved ones during important moments. We were able to attend my nephew's football games when living a few towns over made it difficult to share in watching him grow up. By the way, the kid recently turned 13 and is 6 foot-plus!
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| Nephew is tallest kid in his team. |
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| Concert t-shirt worn at 2014's Rock n Roll marathon |
The honey ran his 4th full marathon, shaving about 12 minutes from his time the prior year, and he got a kick out of attracting the attention of Mrs. Keen (who also ran the San Antonio Rock n Roll marathon) with the REK t-shirt he wore to the race.
Every now and then my honey manages to scare me with some minor injury that triggers a flood of emotions.
When you've experienced loss at an early age you tend to overreact a bit, but I try to make light of it on the outside and not let it out of control, This year we did a little four-wheeling over Thanksgiving and my love had a mishap that almost catapulted him over the handle bars. Not a big deal, expect I watched it up close and in slow motion. It was nothing a few cold beers and ice couldn't cure, though the after math did leave huge bruising on his thigh and torso. I am grateful we ended the year in one piece!
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| Ambidextrous. Balancing ice on one hand while drinking beer with the other. |
So the past year was a good one and I am hopeful 2015 will be even better. May your new year be full of wonderful surprises and hopefully no injuries.
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