Tuesday, October 29, 2013


We wake up together, drive to work together and work side by side, AND we are still having a good time!  At times, it is not always perfect but most of the time it is. Da mister drives me crazy, but the good kind of crazy, if you know what I mean.  Maybe it is because we are five month old newlyweds, but either way, we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and wake up that way.  Just the other week, we went out to dinner followed by dancing.  Da mister groped me and made me blush.  I loved every minute of it. After all, he is my husband.

We started, “quiet time”.  After too much time together, we just need time.  It is funny because we sit next to each other and not talk. Usually, it is me who talks first even after I started quiet time.  I had to put a line down the middle of the office so we could remember to stay on our side.  It is all in good fun because the line is always crossed.

This morning I did Barbie Boot camp, or my version of it.  I ran to Veterans park, along with three stray dogs, did 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 mountain climbers, 50 burpies, and 100 lunges, then ran back home, another 1.25 miles. 

Riding my bike is another story… daylight is getting shorter and the eighteen wheelers are getting scary.  I am working on getting my routine down but I am still riding.  

More updates when da mister isn't working me to the bone... 

Friday, October 4, 2013


One word says it all- blue. 
We are in the blue house across from the meat market, on South 16th street.  This house is my new home, in a town that is new to me. 
 You may recall an earlier post where I posted a picture of my desk.  Really, it was an ironing board made into a desk.  After waiting 6 weeks for delivery, a wishy-washy English speaking delivery company, a broken truck, and a small town mechanic; I finally have a proper desk to use at our home office.  It is a simple piece of furniture but it is a small touch that makes me feel more comfortable, at the blue house.

Roxy and I walk around the town but are often rushed back home, off the highway, to get away from the eighteen wheelers.  On a walk, I saw all these vultures.  I could not smell or see what they all gathered for, but this is the sight, when you drive through town.

Often, we are driving to CS and back to SA.  Back and forth, to Houston, and back again.  It is taking time, but slowly, the dust is settling.