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Monday, December 6, 2010

Our Trip To San Antonio

Chill'n on the Riverwalk

Smoochy Smoochy

The Alamo

Sessy Peoples

Steers at the Golf Course

I make this look good!

Sessy Poser

Rook'n Good Hub-a-nerro

Hubby at the Alamo

We had the best time in San Antonio!   Golfed at Canyon Springs and we both had really good golf games.  Will birdied 17 and 18 on the course.  What an awesome way to finish!  We are looking forward to going back in 2012. 

Monday, November 1, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010

My Great Toofer Adventure

It all started with my six month dental exam.   Like normal, I dreaded that I had to visit my least favorite person, the dental hygienist.  She has many names; Jack-ette the Ripper, Fredi Kruger, Ginsu, Shredder, etc.  I realize being thorough during a dental exam could be considered a good thing.  But for some strange reason, I think she got some sick twisted satisfaction out of making gums bleed.  Not just my gums, but any one's gums.  Doesn't matter if I brush 3 times a day and floss 3 times a day.  My mouth was going to be like Old Faithful if she had anything to do with it.   On this particular day, Slicer/Dicer was going over my rack of teeth, when she noticed a cracked tooth on the x-ray.  Not a large crack, but I was told a potential root canal hazard if I didn't take care of it soon.  So we agreed to monitor.   Six months later, Houston, we have a problem.  Now Ms. Slice-o-Matic has decided I need a crown, pronto.  What!  You've got to be kidding!   Lady Schick said we really need to do the crown soon.  So I scrounged up enough cash to cover the crown.  Oh joy.  I can see the glint in her Razor sharp eyes when I come in for the procedure.  Little did I know they file the existing tooth down to a nub.  Yes, I've been nubbed.  Call me Nubbie-Kins.  Then they glue the crown to the nub.  Ok from day one this crown was hell.  It took almost a year for that sucker to feel somewhat normal. Which means another 6 months had past and I had re-visited Butcher-ella.  This time, Axe-woman found decay under said crown.  What!  You've got to be kidding!   So now I'm told I have to have the tooth pulled.  Shut the Front Door!  I dragged my feet as long as I could before I set up the appointment to have the dang nub extracted.  Save me!   Extraction day arrives.  I choose to be put under, so that I don't have to feel all the icky stuff they are going to be doing to my poor toofer.  Not sure how long the extraction took but I sure did get good drugs.  I think at one point my hottie hubby had to carry me into the house.  Wow, wish I was awake to listen to his groans from the weight of my limp bod.  I miss all the good stuff.  Being the trooper that I am and the avid golfer, I was out on the course 2 days after the procedure.  It took about a week for the darn stitches to finally fall out.  Every time one would fall out I have to examine it.  Kind of looked like a little squid.  Ick.  Every so often my lover man would ask me, how is your tooth.  I had to remind him, I don't have a tooth I have a hole.  So he would ask, how is your hole?  Hmmm, I could really run with this one, but I will keep my mind away from the gutter. It took another week for the pain to go away and for me to adjust to the cow bone that was placed in my jaw.  I'm still trying to get over the Husband's cow-esk jokes, like Moooover over or we better steer clear of you.   I think he was hopping I would have trouble uttering.....   Right now, I am sporting a gi-normous gaping hole in the back of my mouth.  Soon I will have to go through the implant process.  Geez, dental work is so FUN.  not...... 
Stay cool!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Our Cabin Adventures Pic

Man's Place is in the Kitchen
Horse-shoe Target
No. 2s are bringing up the Rear
Yo Mountain Man
Da Boys
What Ev!
Bush Whacker
Twister Anyone?

Friday, April 23, 2010

Ode to my not so little, little brother

This blog is dedicated to my not so little, little brother, Tim.  When I say little, I don't mean in size, I mean younger brother.  Even though it pains me to admit that I am the elder, facts are facts.  Once Upon A Time: Sir Timothy Ray came into the world 1.8 months after the Princess regaled the world with her birth.  I guess this would make Tim the Prince.  Well the Princess must have been a little upset that she was no longer main attraction to the king and queen.  From what I hear, the Prince took a royal beating from the Princess on a regular basis.  What's the old saying: what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger?  It was never the Princess' intention to kill the prince, just torment him.   And the Princess did a great job at Prince torment.  In fact, she earned an A-plus in tormenting - 101.  Eventually, the prince started to grow up.  As the prince grew up, he got stronger and stronger.  So the Prince started his own tormenting tactics.  One day the Princess came home to find the royal Barbies hanging naked in the royal gardens by golden nooses.   The Princess shouted "off with his head" but to no avail.  The Princess was reminded that she was not the red queen and there would be no lopping off of heads in this kingdom.  Alas, I was denied my vengeance, again.   Throughout the growing up years, the Prince and Princess exchanged many a tormenting moment and also vowed revenge.  But in the end, both the Prince and Princess grew up, married into Royalty and started their own kingdoms.  I have to admit, this Princess very proud at how the Prince has had to slay many dragons throughout his kingdom and has remained a stronger ruler and fair king.  Sometimes when the royal families reunite, we discuss the old feuds of yester-year and have to laugh.  Especially the part where I chucked my sword a.k.a. fork at the Prince's feet.  I really didn't try to impale him, just scare him.   If I didn't say it back then, let me say it now.  I kind of like that Prince, now King.  Actually, I love that guy.    I might have to invite him over for a cup of nectar of the Gods in a jeweled encrusted challis.  Ok, it's really lemonade in a Dixie Cup.   Peace out Homie!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Hippie Hippie Shake


Here are some great photos from our 60s Birthday party / Easter party celebration over the weekend. This was our own little Woodstock. Thanks to Bevy Jo (Cher) for assisting in party organizing, peep decorating and Easter cake making. A shout out to the parents to letting us 60s wanna bees use their house for party central. It was fun! As for the tie-dye t-shirt contest, we all know who won. Yep, yep, Sara, Susan and Will had the best shirts in the house. If all ya'll need tie-dye shirt dying lessons, you know where to find us.