Tuesday, November 30, 2010



(Above) My 4 yr. old nephew; (Below left) The boots I keep at home and have been using for years; (bottom right) My brother got his g/f the best looking Ostrich boots on the face of the Earth; (bottom) My cousin came out in the cutest ankle boots. When she wasn't riding she added a thick grey knit sock she'd pull over them a bit.

Monday, November 29, 2010


an excuse to get together


Didn't even go into the ULM & ULL game. Everyone went and watched the LSU game instead. The chicken/duck/turkey sandwiches were amazing. Thanks Jason & Kat (I'm still on a high from this) for getting there so early and getting everything together. It never fails when I go home that I leave wishing I could have seen more of my friends for longer. Andrew is still meeting everyone so I'm glad we were able to meet up a bit.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Feast & Family...

Last night as we were getting ready for bed when Andrew referred to the day as an All-American Thanksgiving. I was happy to hear and agreed, but his explanation made it a bit more clear.

- 8am tee time for a round of golf for the guys
- watched Football
- rode horses for a couple hours with fam gathered at barn
- had quite the feast
- sat around as a family and said what we were grateful for
- 3 on 3 driveway bball for boys (the best kind of bball) & girls went on a long walk
- ping pong tourney (poster board bracket including everyone in the fam)
- late night movie

~All-American day agreed~

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Hay & Horses 2...


John Deer

learning the chores early

off-roading to the local convenient store for slurpies

country tunes

Hay & Horses...


It's been 85 degrees in Louisiana--can hardly believe it. We came home to 20+ house guests of extended family. I'm most grateful for family, warm weather, a place to call home, and a husband who is adored by my family and fits in better than I could have anticipated.

We've been riding horses in the morning and then later at night. Good times hanging out at the barn.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Spanish Doors...


The old Spanish doors were fascinating. Many date back to the 14th and 15th century. If you look close enough, it's one big door to swing in where carriages could pull in and then there are smaller doors for people as well.

This door above is especially neat. We were in Spain a good bit and hardly heard a thing about the Spanish Inquisition. Makes sense. We're not quick to talk about how harshly we treated the Indians. Nor does our generation feel personally responsible. But we got to know a lady in Toledo who was extremely knowledgeable and open. She marked our maps to come and see the door above. It's not open to the public so this is the best view we got. But this was the main prison and torture chamber during the 15th century. It's right next to the huge Cathedral.

If you click on the 4th door you will see some intricate symbols above. One wishing in fertility to the home.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Vintage Blackberry...


I’m proud to say that I’ve been using this same phone for over 4 years now. I can't decide if I'm happier that it didn't break or that I actually kept up for it that long. It’s now approaching retirement, so I thought I’d say a few words…

This little guy has been with me since I met Andrew--had the phone longer in fact. When Drew and I started dating, I was inundated with bball and I was traveling a lot with the away games. So our phone calls were precious. I remember I’d jot down notes on a notepad of things I wanted to chat about when he called. I took the wrath sometimes too when I’d excuse myself from a team dinner to take his call.

This phone will make the hope chest for sure—only a very selective, sentimental crowd do.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


(During moments like this, it helps to think of this concept.)
I owe you an apology prior to complaining a bit. I sometimes cringe at others complaints and negativity that they are so freely share. So I hope you don't experience the same. I think I've been pretty good about this mess. But it is certainly consuming my life, so worth addressing for sure.

I got home almost 2 weeks ago to a minor flood in our apartment from another water overflow from the lady living above us. A professional came out and cut big holes in the ceilings to find gushing water from buildup as well as a moldy area. We were displaced to a hotel last week naturally.

We returned from Louisiana last weekend with the mold all taken care of. The insulation has since been replaced and they sandpapered, primed, and sealed the mold area. Our apartment is practically turned upside down since the rug had to be pulled to get the padding out from underneath. I came home to find a 4 foot pile up on my bed of anything and everything that was either on a shelf or on the floor. I can't begin to put things back in order until the new rug has been set because everything will have to be moved out. Working with the lady's insurance and approval's is sllooowww moving. The rug still hasn't even been ordered. I'm hoping by mid-December our life is back in order.

Meanwhile, we're back in a hotel. The fumes of the mud for replacing the sheetrock and the door frames has fumigated us out of our habitat. I was told this is minor to the paint smells today.

All our doors within the apartment have been removed as well. Yesterday I had to walk over to the grocery just to use the restroom because all the workers in the apartment.

I'm just grateful to not be a homeowner. I feel bad about this because we've gotten to know her much better and have a lot of love for her now. She's even told us if the insurance won't pay for our hotel that she will. I hate it when I'm so quick to judge and complain at that.

One thing does still remain in the apartment though. The roses Drew had at the airport have stayed so pretty. I've never had any last so long. It's amazing what a set table and clean kitchen will do to one's sanity.


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

More weekend pics...


Dixon taking over

Loved the oxford shoes and peter pan collar.

Espana jerseys

Dixon, Dixon, Dixon, Andrew, & Heber
(My brother's first name is Dixon but we call him by his middle, Harold)