little gems from a weekend

"I love cheese grits. It's like bread you don't have to chew." - Whitney over breakfast

"Some call it stalking. I call it love." - bumper sticker in Austin.

Celine Dion is Awesome. She conducts electricity.

Genius T.V.: The Millionaire Matchmaker

Beer+ Lime Juice + Tabasco = watered-down bloody mary - where are the veggies?

It takes 5 women to change a flat tire. One to crank, one to jack, and 3 to keep the car from tipping.

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Great times this weekend, catching up with my sister and friends, some I haven't seen since college. Dinner for David and Alexis' engagement at Moonshine was beautifully planned and yummy to boot (both company and consumption). Breakfast with Laura was highly entertaining - I wish I could pocket her energy - she is a one woman show in her element. Meeting a few of Kasia's South By friends was long over due, and lovely company. Lunch with Leia for her birthday was a reunion of the ladies. Taking a walk around Town Lake in the beautiful weather was just what the doctor ordered after a soggy January. I feel refreshed.

i would walk a hundred miles

Leaving for Austin this afternoon, taking a mini-road trip with Janet. Very excited. We're minimizing the number of times we get lost. Think Positive! Because I haven't driven to Austin a thousand times yet, and there are still large possibilities of being lost when the two of us are in the car together, sharing space and brain power. Friday couldn't come soon enough! My regret is missing the Houston Tango Festival this weekend.

FIERCE.

I've been home for the past two days with the stomach flu that I caught from Andrew, so my life for two days consisted of mostly a lot of whining, throwing up, begging for mercy, sleeping, throwing up, and America's Next Top Model reruns.

I am now fully integrated back into pop-culture society, and completely caught up on ANTM Cycles 5 and 6.

Nothing makes you feel better about watching models prance around for hours on end than expelling every ounce of nutrition you have ingested in the past 6 months.

Andrew came home from work last night, I was feeling better, and he was doing his usual routine of wanting to talk and catch up on the happenings of our day. I also was doing my usual routine of not wanting to talk about my day-time happenings. Which is strange, given as it wasn't work I had to talk about - it was nothing but the monotony of being ill. What can you really catch up on? I ate crackers at 9:34am and they staged a revolt on my body around 11:49am. Yuck.

So Andrew, being the lovable human he is, is trying to engage me in conversation. And I, being the miserable addict I was, am trying to look over is shoulder, past him, in order to better see the television, because for God's sake I have been watching all day (more like two days) and LIKE HELL I will miss the finale episode of Cycle 6 when we find out if Nik or Nicole get the Tyra-axe. So I begin to yell at him, YOU ARE IMPEDING MY GOALS. Those words actually left my mouth. Several times. Until he just gives up and painfully watches two episodes with me. At some point, I had to run to the restroom [ahem] and after a couple minutes, out of no where, I hear Andrew jump and cheer, "YES! SHE WENT DOOOOOWN!"

I am confused.
What?
They had axed the 2nd runner-up (Evil Bre) while I was away.

Probably one of my Top-5 married moments thus far.

Reliving It

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of some wedding pictures by Joe Cogliandro.

It's as good as winning.

I got a mention for my entry on Pioneer Woman's site, and it made my last Friday.

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