The Lord has heard our pleas... cooler weather returns to the South!! Amen.

Yes- the weather is becoming nice once again. This morning at the park Trent and I could close our eyes and almost imagine we were in Colorado... getting ready for the incline and some huevos rancheros. **Sigh**.

MY big news... Trent and I ran 30 miles this week! Woohoo! I don't know what prompted the total- and it was a bit hard to get the miles in- but we did it! On Friday, though, we ate at a critically-aclaimed Thai restaurant for lunch. You know, giving it a shot. It was ok... but I decided upon leaving that I didn't care to ever go back. After a few hours we went running (needed to make the 30)- which was a HUGE mistake. Not even a mile in to the woods my chest started hurting SO bad it felt like a knife was stuck in my sternum. I'd stop, breathe, cry, and keep going (I had NOT wanted to have to run again that day...). Needless to say it was the worst run ever. And even though other people on the trail saw me crying, bent over, NOT ONE PERSON stopped to ask me if I was ok. Maybe they see this thing all the time? That's not very nice, in my opinion. But I made it. After a few Tums and a glass of milk I was fine, other than the wounded pride. I don't think I have ever had acid that bad... I can't even remember the last time I needed Tums!! It really hadn't felt like indigestion, but I guess that painful sensation happens to some people.

*****Don't eat at Toi's Touch of Thai. Yuck!*****

Now Bosco's news. We took him to Eufala this weeked for a lunch BBQ. We thought we'd save the boat for later... just try to get him used to swimming. He had no problem, however! He made straight for the lake and went on in- swimming and playing fetch for a few hours. He was so tired when we got him home, and he was passed out way before bedtime. Silly puppy. Next time we will take the boat... Bosco couldn't help going to make friends with everyone else who was there to BBQ as well. :)

*****See below, he apparently has to coat himself in sand and waller around on the beach before swimming again.******

Adding to the family...

So, we have a new addition!! Bosco Elwood, or Bosco, joined us the beginning of September. He is already growing- our last vet visit was 15 pounds. Before we know it he is going to be quite a large dog, so we are doing our best to train him now. Still on the short attention span side... but it's never too early.


AND, we got him a turducken to play with! Well, actually a chicken toy, a duck toy, and a turkey toy. The circle is complete. He loves the heck out of those toys. When we came home from getting the turkey toy I acted like it was MY chew-toy, but Bosco started to take it from me right away. Apparently, he doesn't think anyone else should get chew-toys. Hmm.

We have high hopes for the little guy. :o)

What's the time?

"Diaper time!!!!" (Anyone know what that's from???)

Well, no. Not really diaper time... but time for Hannah to actually POST something to her blog. I'm gonna tell you now, not the best post. But something is something. So there.

"Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free."

Literally. We have a client in town with a LOT of peaches. So... a ton of free peaches? Besides a refreshing summer drink- I made a pie!! And a cobbler, but that didn't turn out really. See picture below. FIRST pie as a wife. Well, other than pumpkin pie- which really anyone can do. So, first REAL pie. Ta da!

(Trent said one of his best tasting pies. I'd agree- but then again I DID grow up in a very pie-less home.)

See very cheesey expression. I do this well. FYI.

And just for laughs... see very `BAMA truck below. Nice confederate flag... hmmm. Also very nice bumper sticker proclaiming the love of farting. How nice. Which the world was full of more people like this gentleman. Oh wait. No- that was a lie...

More to come when I get my act together and can blog about a decent subject. Any ideas? Thoughts?

Ok.

Recession or not...

THESE are always in style.

Stateism and Gators

Stateism.



definition according to ME:
1. Believing one state is superior to another.
2. Prejudices against particular states.


I have it. I'm trying not to. I realize there are many good things and bad things about each state. For instance, Alabama. Mobile is pretty nice. And so is Gulf Shores. BUT...



It really DOES seem like every time I think it's "going to be ok here" something crazy happens. Here is the most recent "for instance".



(You have to imagine this in your BEST deep south accent, okay?)


Enter Hannah to Wal-Mart. Walking through produce, thinking to herself about the items she needs. She overhears a conversation between two women in said produce aisle.


Woman 1: "What is THAT?!?"
Woman 2: "Why, I think that's soy sauce!"
W 1: "In the produce section? That don't make no sense!"
W 2: "No it don't. And look- the name on it says 'POM'. That's no name for soy sauce..."
W 1: "Funny. Wonder why Wal-Mart's puttin that thar."


This really happened. And in case you didn't pick up on what they were talking about- it was Pom- Pomegranate juice. Awesome.

I really am not trying to make this blog ONLY about why you SHOULDN'T live here- but there are just so many good stories...







GATORS

I saw my first one this weekend in Lake Eufala! We were pretty close- it sunk into the water and swam off when we got too close in the boat, but still really neat. Look- see? Caught it on camera.

Ok- that's all for now.

Back in the Saddle, Again...

So, back in the saddle again. I have a job- basically doing the same thing I used to at UBS just now at Jones. There are a few differences, however...

-all the free pop I can drink
-a lot more client interaction
-boredom
-a lot less $$$

But a job is a job, and in this area I am really lucky to have found something in my "field". I also might have some great stories to share- there are quite a few characters in this town.




In other news... my face is almost done peeling. We went to an air show in Florida last weekend and I really underestimated how much sunscreen I would need. So- when I got home I looked like a clown. My face was all red except for the parts around my eyes where my sunglasses covered. Thank GOODNESS for makeup!!

***It also turns out Trent learned that the sunglasses industry isn't regulated- they can put "100% UV protection" on just about anything. The areomed guys said it costs about $50-$60 at least to really put the complete protection ON the lens. Great. I feel VERY lied to- thinking my eyes were protected all this time. (I always buy very cheap ones...)



The air show turned out great- here is a picture of the Heritage run. A WWII fighter, one from Nam, and two modern-day fighters flying in formation.





It was really worth going to- and since it was free we even spent some money on the cheap/gross nachos and hot dogs. :O)


BUT... on the way home I got a speeding ticket. I SAW the cop sitting there and didn't slow down because I was convinced I was going the speed limit. Turns out the limit went from 55 to 45 for just long enough to create a speedTRAP. The 55 speed limit sign was right in front of my car when I was receiving my citation. Grrrr. The only semi-ok thing about getting a speeding ticket was that I can pay the fee and take an online drivers class to avoid the points going on my license. I enrolled for a class called "Improv Traffic Class". Its supposed to be a "fun" way to learn how to be a better driver.

Listen- traffic people- you can take your "traffic class" and dress it up with skits from comedians, but I'm not fooled. It's still TRAFFIC CLASS. Bah.






**** To end on a good note- Diet Rite Tangerine and White Grape pop- DELISH! Who'd have known?

Conspiracy

In my previous post you may have noticed my leg covered in bites. Well, those are still there and now due to another fishing trip I have many more red bumps covering my body.

This time, however, I came prepared. I bought a repellent at WallyWorld that was made right here in `Bama. (Should have known... bah.) For some reason I picked the one without a sprayer under the cap, so before fishing I took the top off and slathered the "please-don't-bite-me" juice all over.

So why do mosquitoes bite me? Well, other than this article pointing out that "I just have the wrong blood type" I have another suggestion. It's a conspiracy.

Mosquito: "Hey fishy, fishy!"

Fish: "Yes?" "Blubb"

M: "Know that tasty type O that comes around here sometimes to try to catch you?"

F: "Yeah, bluuubbb, I hate that."

M: "Well, she does put you back in the lake after she catches you- but doesn't it make you frustrated when you think you are getting a meal but its in fact a lure?"

F: "Yes! Bluubbubub. That ticks me off!"

M: "Want to get back at her?"

F: "Yes!"

"Blub"

M: "Well, keep biting on her line- since she loves catching you so much. Then I will come in and me `n my buddies will have a tasty feast every time she comes- therefore making her life miserable and scratchy. We BOTH win!"

F: "I love it! It's so evil it just might work!!"

"Blub"

Well know what? GAME ON. I'm not intimidated by your evil plans. Ha.