Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Life in the fast lane

Just in case there is another injury discovered this Sunday at church...I want evidence that it wasn't the stairs this time.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Remember The Alamo!

OK, OK, OK....from now on, whenever I am asked where I am from, I will say 'Texas'. No more, 'here and there' or 'from all over'. I was born in Houston, so...I am a Texan through and through. Zack and I had a great time while we were in San Antonio. We learned so much about the Alamo and it's history (I had forgotten most of it). There is such a strong Spirit there - one that can't be ignored. It was neat to see the Texas Rangers guarding the fort and on the inside it was so quiet as everyone took in the magnitude of what took place there. Inside they had really neat artifacts like Davy Crockett's vest and gun and Jim Bowie's knife. Every one who fought there knew what they were fighting for and that they would die fighting for it.
One of the most impressive things was that the entire area surrounding the Alamo was built and continues to be built to where nothing will ever cast a shadow on the Alamo. Isn't that so respectful? I love it.
Across the street, there are little souvenir shops and there was one in particular that stood out to us - but not in a good way. The workers there would shout loudly about what they were selling which really seemed to try to drown out the peacefulness we all felt. It was saddening to see that they had no clue what they were encroaching on and that they were the type that couldn't even recognize the spiritual nature of the Alamo. Sad, but I am thinking not too rare anymore these days. They reminded me of the people who were in the great and spacious building who jeered and mocked those who were choosing the Lord's way. Anyway, every time they would start to yell and holler, the Texas Rangers looked over at them like they wanted to just wring their necks - I'd let them if I could.
As we went about our sightseeing and visiting the beautiful city, I told Zack that I thought the the Texas chip on my shoulder was getting bigger and bigger the longer we stayed there. He laughed and said that he thinks that once you consider yourself a Texan, you'll never think otherwise. I think he's right. No other state was ever left to fight for their Independence. So, Texans do have a reason to be proud - and don't ever say anything negative or you'll regret it ;)

Here are some fun pics of our trip...

Some of the many Texas Rangers at the Alamo...

Some of the very lush landscaping...

The very fun and gorgeous River Walk...

My beloved places for a treat...

My Texas attitude...

In the market plaza where there are sooo many shops, this beautiful woman's self portrait kept popping up. So pretty .....right? And yes, that is a moustache.

And last but definatley not the least - our welcome home...

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Eating Crow

Zack has been in San Antonio for a few days now on business. He has always had a chip on his shoulder about Texas. This is because everyone who has ever lived there has to say that everything (no matter what it is) is bigger and better in Texas. I have been guilty of doing this, but only when it's true. Right? So, anyway, Zack has never believed that Texas is a beautiful and exciting state. Well, today, Zack is eating crow. He loves it there. He has told me that everyone is so friendly and that it is just beautiful. He even went as far as emailing me a picture of a tree (gorgeous as can be) that was so big (ahem!) that it would never fit in our yard. How funny is that?!

I miss you, Zack and I am thrilled to bits that you are loving Texas!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Boo-ya, baby!

Oh, what a beautiful morning!! Our thermostat inside our home read 54 degrees this morning! Hot chocolate for all!

Funny, people joke about having to wear mittens and coats when they come visit us...I guess that's not too far off.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Brothers are good people!

Mikey and Scotty love to play outside. What a creative idea! Way to go, Mikey!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Wow, is all I can say

I am not Catholic, but I am in awe of this video they have made...

Thanks, Karen!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Chilling memory

As I was refilling Emily's wipes container today, I had a flash back to when Scotty was a baby. It's not a big deal or anything, but here's a tip from what I learned from the experience. Don't leave baby wipes in the car during the winter. Jack Frost makes the diaper change much less enjoyable.

Now Open!

When I was about 10 years old, my sister allowed me to cut her hair into a simple bob. It didn't turn out quite the way it was supposed to, but at 10, what can one really expect? She was just asking for it, right? I thought it looked great - who cares if it was 4 inches shorter than what she wanted. I had to make sure it even all the way around. This was when I decided to open my own hair salon...I called it, "The Get What You Get Hair Salon". I actually got quite good - until my brother and I laughed at the same time and he ended up with a bald spot.

When we first got married, I cut Zack's hair and then the boys as they came along. After I had to do all five in a single stretch, I started to get really sick of it. Thus began our first in a line of many paid for haircuts.

Well, after 2 years of spending over $60.00 every 8 weeks for the men in my family to keep lookin' fine, I am fed up. I hate cutting hair, but I am willing to make the sacrifice if it means more money in the bank. Now is really not the time to be blowing money on every little thing. Last week I discovered a little haircutting place called Cookie Cutters - they only cut kids hair. I thought, awesome! Finally, good cuts for a decent price! Boy was I wrong. For a typical boy's haircut it is $14.00!! WHAT THE CRAP?!?

So if anyone is in the market for an unlicensed traditional boy's or men's haircut for about five bucks, let me know. The Get What You Get Hair Salon is back in business.

P.S. If anyone sees Rachel H. let her know she gets 2 cuts free - I owe her.