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we are now an official two-dog household. both bassets are passed out in the living room as i type. i’ve wasted the last three hours and will be starting laundry and cleaning shortly. mom and dad came over last night to drop bacon off. mom got all teary-eyed and said she was going to miss bacon. i know she will, but at the same time, i know that they’ll be better off with less dog (they still have two active ones at their house). turco and bacon weren’t so sure of each other at first, but i have seen a quick improvement.

i had a red brick consult this morning in dallas (with the most adorable bride and her mom and sister… such a joy!) and then ran by work to grab some files… i have a report due monday morning that i found out about yesterday afternoon. and that’s fine… i’ve just got some more schedule re-arranging to do, as tomorrow has commitments. sleep is optional, right? i had tried to get some red brick edits done this afternoon but my laptop is flaking out and running abnormally slow. roadblocks to progress are popping up. bleh.

jeromy is working on installing a doggie door… we bought a new door, hoping it’d be an exact fit, but that’s not the case… so we need to replace the jam. i think daddy is going to help out with that. i can’t believe daddy’s day is next weekend. i have no idea what to get the guy. he’s been so amazing lately… well, he’s always been amazing … but moreso recently. there has been a new bond and some good discussions.

it’s really sweet… when daddy met my mom, i was in my terrible twos. despite the fact that i managed to ruin all of his things and demand attention, he married her and adopted me and has treated me like i was his own. it’s been experiences like these that have shown that “blood” doesn’t really matter all the time. my birth father ran off and left us. i know his name… daniel schultz… and i’ve seen a couple of pictures of him. but that’s it. i’m told that i have his nose. there is no desire on my end to ever have a personal relationship with my “donor” (although it would be nice to have his family’s medical history). he missed out on his opportunity and i doubt i have crossed his mind over the last 25 years (nevermind that i have half of his DNA). my mom’s dad was an abusive alcoholic - he would tell her “i love you” all the time and would do unimaginable things to her as a child. empty words and meaningless blood. i’ve never subscribed to the train of thought that harmful actions or a break in trust should be overlooked or dismissed just because someone is “family.” my mom and dad didn’t tell me she loved me very often, but i knew i was cared for because of my parents’ actions. through the years, i have understood how actions speak louder than words and are indicative of character and intent. heck… my ex husband had told me he loved me just hours before i found out i had been betrayed. actions seem to rank #1 on the communication list - most of our communication is nonverbal, and with good reason. don’t get me wrong - i absolutely adore when jeromy tells me that i’m beautiful… but it’s even more powerful when i catch him gazing at me from across the room. so…does that mean we should stop saying things? no apologies, words of affirmation, etc.? not at all - speech has a great ability to move mountains and build/destory bridges. i guess what i’m trying to say that words are great… but they are only meaningful if they are supported by genuine follow through. when the two conflict, typically people go with what they have experienced rather than what they have heard.

i digress…back to my original train of thought…

considering all the crappy fathers there are in the world, it really has been a blessing for dad to be in my life. he has integrity and it’s a quality that i have admired the most. he is stalwart in his convictions and morals and his approval meant the world to me growing up. he taught me the meaning of hard work, independence, and humility. i remember how hard it was when we all lived in stephenville and we were living on dad’s janitor wages and he was going to tarleton full time. he was still a good father and heavily involved in church. there were many things then that i didn’t understand that i have come to appreciate now. i honestly don’t know how they got through some of the trials we have had. i cannot say enough good things about my dad and i enjoy our relationship now more than ever. so if anyone has any rockin’ ideas for daddy’s day gifts, pass them along.

jeromy is with the fire department today - he is going on a ride out with them. he won’t be back until late tonight, so i guess i should get busy and clean so he doesn’t wonder what the heck i did all day. not really… he doesn’t care. but yeah. have a great weekend!

i’ve been promising photos in the last couple of posts i think…

to see a picture of our new dog, turco, click HERE

to see photos from our trip at beaumont ranch, click HERE

to see photos from san angelo, click HERE

on our way back from san angelo, we stopped at the wind farm, bronte, and stephenville.

there … i think we’re all caught up now.

what’s better than owning one basset hound?

owning two.

after living with me on a custody basis and shuffling her back and forth, she is coming to live with jeromy and i permanently tomorrow. in preparation of having bacon full time, we adopted another basset hound yesterday. bacon has been used to living with other dogs and i didn’t want her to get lonely during the work week while jeromy and i are at work. the new dog is bacon’s age and looks/acts almost just like her. he was a stray and has been living in a foster home for months. he’s been called “buddy” but we’re thinking of changing his name to “turco”… as in marty turco from the dallas stars in case you’re not a hockey fan. he’s bright, loving, affectionate and mellow. we’re both happy to give him a good home and are tickled to get sweet bacon over here full time.

our second weekend out of town was amazing and then some. we got into san angelo friday night (a little later than we had intended) and checked into the hotel. we got up the next morning and headed to cain’s cove for a wedding. the wedding was beautiful and it was a pleasure to shoot. the bride (kasey) is an old friend from my days in stephenville, so not only was it cool to see her tie the knot, but it was neat to see her parents, siblings, and other friends as well. kasey, and her husband flew california yesterday after their wedding and ran in the rock and roll marathon today! what a couple!

after we got back from the wedding, we both crashed for a much-needed nap and then headed out to find some dinner. while we were cruising around san angelo, we noticed that there were different painted sheep around, much like the cows in southlake. i can’t resist colored livestock, so after chowing on some mexican food, we headed out searching for sheep. we continued the sheep search this morning after checking out of our hotel.

we took our time driving back and stopped along the way to take pics of different things - wind farms, murals, etc. it was super fun. we took a detour and headed to dublin to pick up some dr. pepper. we continued on to stephenville, where i took jeromy down memory lane and showed him different places - where i lived, went to school, etc. we stopped by mom’s on our way home (to drop off some dr. peppers and say hello) and scored when dee-dee sent home some sausage rolls for us.

it was a great weekend - we saw a lot of fun things and got to spend some quality time together. i love road trips and the great conversations that result from them. i’m hoping to get some photos up from this weekend and last weekend soon.

had a great and fantastic weekend. on friday, we (jeromy, me, jenny, josh, lori, sarge, and hambone) all went to beaumont ranch for the weekend. when we showed up, we saw that there was a choir banquet going on in the main hall. we got our rooms and took our things inside. jeromy, hambone and i stayed in an amazing room called the “red room”… it was beautiful. all of the rooms were, acutally. everything is decorated and looks super cute. jenny and josh’s room was in the town part of the ranch… i’m hoping to post some photos soon.

we went out to the hog lease later on that evening and met up with shannon (who goes to jenny and josh’s church). the poor guy was out hunting and had the church van. when he got back, the door to the van was wide open and the keys were gone. shannon, jeromy, and i met up with shannon’s wife in burleson to get another key while the rest of the gang kept eye on the van. craziness.

on saturday morning, we woke up and enjoyed a great breakfast (and boy - it was good!). the boys went off fishing, shooting guns, etc. while us girls spent the day at the spa. we all got pedicures, manicures, a massage, and lunch. it was fan-tab-u-lous. LOVED it… and much needed from what the massage lady told me. the moment she felt my upper back, she was all like, “what do you do for a living? you are way knotted up!” i was happy that she actually got deep enough to work out some of the lumps and bumps and i can honestly say that i feel so much incredibly better now that i’ve had it. i had a massage back in february around the time of the wedding, but this was so much more intense… aaahhhhh! after that, us girls walked around the little town. lori and i both almost got attacked by a bird… must have been too close to a nest or something. we met up with the boys, who were down the way shooting. after that, we went to dinner and hung out. the boys went out hunting and us girls unwound in my room and read issues of glamor, cosmo, etc. probably one of the best days i’ve had in a long time.

on sunday, we enjoyed yet another great breakfast (i love the cooking there) and packed up to go home. i forgot to mention that there was a wedding at the place on saturday night… it was cool because the bride and groom left in a helicopter. ultra nifty. there was a multitude of drunk people late saturday. pretty interesting. as we were leaving on sunday, i guess the place was the location for a muslim retreat of some sort, as we saw like three or four buses of people dropping people off. i had a blast and i hope that we can go back to the ranch sometime soon.

i’ve been mega productive today (monday). woke up - cleaned, did laundry, and organized stacks of paper that have been sitting around for months. after that, i worked on some edits, worked out with jenny, cooked dinner and dessert for jeromy, took a shower, and am now catching up on the blog. i would love to have a couple of more days off to accomplish some projects around the house, but alas, the three day break is over. i’m supposed to have field work tomorrow, so it’s time to get to bed.

jeromy, sarge, lori, jenny, josh, hambone, and i are all going to beaumont ranch this weekend. three days of outdoor/indoor fun. there is hunting, fishing, a spa (us girls are doing a half day package with massages, manicures, and pedicures), etc. and it’s going to be SO NICE to just get away from everything and have a good time. the break is badly needed for both jeromy and i and i’m mega excited. the only bad thing is that i have not packed and am trying to get laundry done… and i’m still trying to get stuff done for work and have a lunch meeting. bleh. i seriously need two of me today. but as the time is drawing nearer, i find myself getting almost downright giddy. i’m taking the camera, some useless girlie magazines, and t-shirts and i’m going to be all set.

i need more tshirts… anyone got some cool tshirt sites to pass along? buying tshirts online always seems so risky to me. i can buy shirts and range anywhere in size from a medium to an extra large …. all bc they are cut/sized differently. bleh. i’m hoping to find one tshirt line i looooove online and find the perfect size and then just order to my heart’s content. it’s a plus if the shirts are all soft - and not the scratchier, stiffer material. i buy from woot from time to time but i’ve found that it’s just as easy for me to order a boy size from there.

i need to get ready to go (and finish up work)… i’m ready to get this weekend started.

1. gel inserts for shoes (heels) rock my face off. my feet have been throbbing for weeks now that i’ve been wearing cuter (more uncomfortable) shoes. bought some little gel insert things yesterday and there has been much improvement today. hooray!

2. my car is smart. obviously smarter than me. i was driving along the other day and i hear non stop beeping. i check the control panel to see if any warning lights were on. nope. i looked all around to see if there was a problem. nope. was my seatbelt not buckled? it was. the beeping would not cease and proceeded to drive me insane. i looked over and i had my laptop bag and purse in the passenger seat next to me. my bag had shifted just right while driving to make the car think i had a passenger next to me and was telling me that they weren’t buckled. very smart, eh? (yes - but very annoying when one is navigating 70 mph traffic and doesn’t know how to stop the noise)

3. i’ve had some post it notes from god recently. nothing crazy… but just little things letting me know that i’m being watched over and cared for.

4. went to a nice sit down dinner with jeromy tonight and talked. it was nice. it felt like a date. i think i even blushed a couple of times. silly, perhaps - but much needed. ’twas fun.

5. i have woken up for the last couple of nights hacking up my lung. i’m hoping tonight will be an improvement.

6. i wore a pink shirt to work today. many compliments were received. the color that is so not my favorite suits me best.

7. joshua turned one yesterday. crazy… i so remember him being brought out and me flipping out inside when i saw the nurse do all the initial stuff to him right after he was born. he was crying and all upset and cold and all… broke my heart. it’s been super neat to see him grow into such a fun, rough-and-tumble little boy. he makes me feel all soft inside.

8. stars lost last night. hockey season is over. and to be honest, it always leaves me feeling a little empty inside. but the following quote from bob sturm soothes me: “In 1997, the Stars lost a painful game 7 in Round 1. In 1998, they lost in the Western Conference Finals to Detroit in 6 games. In 1999, they won the Stanley Cup. Hmmm. In 2007, the Stars lost a painful Game 7 in Round 1. In 2008, the Stars lost in the Western Conference Finals to Detroit in 6 games. In 2009…”

9. there is hope for me yet.

10. jeromy is going to have to get a mri done soon. his migraines are not getting better, so it’s possible he’ll get a mri this week or early next. we are both hoping that there’s nothing serious wrong and that a series of stressful events over the last few months are the cause of this constant source of pain for him.

11. i think i’m the klutziest human in the world. while walking to a meeting yesterday, my heel found a hole in the median and i fell across the darn thing and almost into the street. lame.

Mom has been scanning in a bunch of old photos and this one spoke to me. My grandmother (”Dee-Dee” as I call her… even though her name is Sandra) is the stunning lady on the left. This photo is when she and her best friend, Mary, went to Amarillo on a trip. These two were super close - Dee-Dee even introduced Mary to the man that would eventually become her husband. I love this photo and thought it was fitting to share. It’s a fun and spunky side of a lady that means the world to me. I’m super close to my Dee-Dee and love her so friggin’ much. She has had so much impact on me and my life and it’s through her I’ve learned what “unconditional love” means. Something was very familiar in this image - even though the youthful, energetic energy is not something I would automatically attribute to my grandmother today. Sometimes we (aka - I) forget the life experiences that shape the people we look up to. This simple photo is cool because it kinda makes me think that my Dee-Dee and I have more in common than what I would ever imagine. She’s as beautiful today as she was then - and I hope I can follow in her footsteps.

been fighting a sore throat the last two days… it’s all gross-sinus-drainage related and i think it’s on the upswing of getting better (thank you, tylenol allergy/sore throat medication!). worked and came home … and managed to crash for four hours straight. man oh man… i sure needed that. plans for tomorrow include going to my brother’s cosmetology school and letting him practice doing stuff on me, going shopping for clothes, and dinner with pam. plans for sunday include church in the morning and then joshua’s first birthday party in the afternoon. should be a nice weekend.

jeromy takes his concealed handgun license class tomorrow with daddy and hambone. all three of them cooped up in a class for eight hours spells trouble. heh.

i’ve been down this week. not totally depressed by any means… but just battling some internal issues. i’ve been seeing nothing but mandy flaws lately and it’s been discouraging. i don’t want to become a person that i’m not and it sometimes feels like an uphill battle when certain events are all clumped together. but then i remember that some of the people god utilized most in the scriptures were some of the most unlikely characters that were anything but perfect. and that alone gives me hope that maybe this is just an interim and learning experience to take me to the next level (assuming i do my part to grow).

jeromy’s been having tons of migraines and headaches lately. i knew it was bad when he told me that he made a doctor’s appointment (something that is usually never done). he went to the doc today and got some medicine that should hopefully help the poor guy out.

i’m going to san angelo in a couple of weekends… jeromy’s coming, too. it’s for a wedding we’re shooting (for an old friend of mine, actually) that should be tons of fun. i’m also looking forward to just getting away and being on an open road and stuff. when jeromy and i started dating, we would pile up in his truck and just drive. we had many awesome conversations in that truck and we’d go all over the metroplex on any given night. the new car is going to get broken in soon…

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