On the Road Again!

Our life can be easily summed up in Willy's song.

Since moving over the summer, I can count on one hand how many weekends we have stayed at home. Sad!

Two weekends ago, our travels took us to Jacksonville, FL where our friends Leighton and Ryan were married. The 8 hour journey was one to be reckoned with. H and I don't travel well. I generally get carsick unless I am sleeping or eating and H gets tired while driving and needs for me to drive. I don't want to drive. I want to curl up in the backseat and DIE! Oh, I can't wait for kids!!!

So, to better ease the pain of our 16 hour trip, I checked out from the local library 6 books on tape (One was Julie and Julia, other one was a Danielle Steel to which I told H it was a murder mystery. You know, something like Law and Order.) Our convo went something like this:

H: 6 books! You realize this is 46 hours of book. We will only be traveling for 16??
M: math is for the birds! It's better to be prepared than to have cds not work and us be forced to talk to each other! :)

After finally getting to bed on Friday morning at 5am, our joyous weekend began. We had a great time and the wedding was BEAUTIFUlL! Fun times were had by all.

Ice Ice Baby!

This is not an Ode to Vanilla Ice! This is the re-cap of our ice-skating adventure.

Last week I emailed H with the link to the Bancorp South Center public ice skating information.

He said "sure, I can't wait to beat you in ice-skating!"

Can you beat someone on this sport without judges??

Anyway, apparently H doesn't watch the Winter Olympics!

After lunching with Mar and Stan, we head to the ice rink. Bad idea #1
(not the lunch, but the skating)

Bad idea #2, go ice skating when the hockey team wants to show off.

Bad idea #3, going ice skating when I can not even ROLLER BLADE! These two sports are one in the same. If you can't do one, you CERTAINLY can't do the other.

I learned my lesson when I BUSTED my BUTT on the ice! I fell so hard it knocked the breath out of me! That was it. I gave up my Nancy Kerigan dream at that point. Tonya Harding just hit me.....It was my butt that was hit, not my knees.

H helped me get up and the first words I uttered after turning away "from the light" (this was near death for me) was...... I'm ready to go shopping. I have gotten my $7's worth.

It's safe to say that I'm more of a movie person verses having to do strenuous activities on a date. Yes, skating is a strenuous activity. So is bowling.

I ached and complained ALL THE WAY HOME! My aches were so severe that I had to soak in the whirlpool for an hour while enjoying a glass of vino and 2 Swiss Miss Little Debbies (because we all know Little Debbies make anything better).

I'm happy to report, I didn't break my butt, just bruising. Nothing to severe to keep me from Desperate Housewives later Sunday night.

All in the name of marital bliss.

Mary and Stan (who skate better than H and I)

H and I doing our dance moves!

The enemy!!!!!

Happy Hallow-weinie!

Oscar is stoked that he is wearing a pumpkin shirt!

On Friday night, while spending marital time together (to make up from last weekend), we watched Modern Marvels. Very romantic for a Friday night. Nothing gets me going like a chain saw and a drill!

Anyway, the show was dedicated to pumpkin carving. This is where my weekend changed dramitacially. For my two readers who don't know........... I married an engineer. And we are watching a show on how to use EVERY tool in your shop to carve a pumpkin. H was in HEAVEN! He woke up Saturday morning and couldn't swallow his pancakes fast enough to get in his shop and start carving his pumpkin. Here are a FEW of the tools that he decided he needed to use to finish off his "little" project. (that lasted 5 hours)

Yep, that would be our Henckels knives!

This was so intense, that he used a drill and it required safety glasses! Notice the pumpkin on them!

Wait a minute!! That's my LENOX spoon!!

Finished product! H led the Bulldogs to a BIG W on Saturday night!!

H did take out the shop light and move the pumpkin to the front steps for all 6 of our trick-or-treaters to enjoy. Got to love living in a small town. I am STILL eating candy. In Starkville, I would run out of the goods by 6:30!