Stay-cation

Who ever coined that term? I don't know, but I like it. Because on vacation you don't clean if you don't want to, you eat what pleases you, and you lounge. I like to lounge.  And on stay-cations you get to do those things plus sleep in your own bed. Score one for me.

I declared this long weekend a stay-cation since a proper summer vacation is not likely in our immediate future.


We spent a good deal of time at the Country Club. Jones was super nervous at first and would declare "this way!" and point to the chair where he would then demand a snack.

But by Sunday afternoon, he was comfortable again in the water and had a blast. He would yell "kick, kick, kick" the whole time.

Hooray for summer days.

Saturday morning we woke up and drove to the Buffalo Park to look at the animals. Jones has a deep appreciation for farm animals. He loves Charlotte's Web and carries a plastic cow with him most of the time. So the Buffalo Park seemed like a grand idea.

It. Was. Hot.

If you thought for a second that monkeys, giraffes, kangaroos, and goats smelled nice with zero breeze and 100% humidity, you are dead wrong.

Jones didn't seem to mind. He loved the animals. He even fed the goats and mini horses. And he still talks about the giraffes.

I am sure we were a sight at Chick-fil-a after our little adventure. We were hot, sweaty, and smelled like wet cows. Oh well.

Then on Monday we met my parents for a little Memorial Day breakfast downtown. Followed by the park and a little playtime in the fountains on campus. Then afternoon at the pool.

Oh glorious four day weekend. Come back to me soon.

To top the weekend off, we are SEC champs. Seriously, in the words of jones: goooo buuuldogs!!! Both of my sisters were there for the weekend So much fun.

Keeping it real, ugh, Sunday.

Friday got away from me. But for good reason! I took off work so the three of us could have an extra long four day weekend. A little stay-cation, if you will.

And rule number one of any good stay-cation: little to no Internet time.

More on our little adventures this weekend coming soon, but for now let's get real.

It's Sunday morning and I am only one cup of coffee deep and blogging from my phone. Not that I spell correctly any other time, but thought I would throw out an excuse early in case this all goes bad.

Trey leaves for church by about 7:30 now and jones is still asleep (it's 8:15. Can I get an amen?) so I am sitting on my couch with my coffee in peace.

Well, as much peace as you can have looking at a completely chaotic house. I like order. And the older I get, I like peacefulness. Loudness stresses me out. Just call me Grammy. And, no, my house is not always peaceful. I have a two year old boy who seems to make it his life goal to be loud and make messes.

My sweet love.

When I look around, this is what I see: boxes and mess.

Moving has taken over. Again.

Can I be real for a second? One might think I would be totally used to this. I have done it, on average, three times a year since 2001. Remember?

Well, I am not. This move is different. And it has gotten me thinking. Will I make friends in new town? Seriously, how do military families do it? Particularly military wives? Share words of wisdom, please.

Moving is going to be in my future for as long as I can tell. It's the life we have chosen (or chosen us?). Maybe that's sinking in. I don't know. All I know is I want to bottle all my friends up and move them with me. Each time Will it be hard to form true friendships in my new town when I am commuting to a different one? What about treys job? Not exactly our age bracket. Will I know jones' friends parents? He will be in school at a different town than me. What will we do about couple friends?


Tell me you agree with me when I say it's hard to make good solid couple friends. People are busy. And in different life stages.

Just being real here. I hope to stay long enough to form some friends. True girlfriends and fun couple friends. And friends for Trey. And Jones.

Oh, dear. I can see I am stressing.

Going to get more coffee and not proofing this post.

Keep it real, folks!

NOLA

Laura's 30th Birthday trip to NOLA!

Perfect. Perfect weather. Perfect food. Perfect company.
Girl's getaway with my sisters and cousin - Perfect.

This birthday girl didn't let a cast on her leg and riding in a wheel chair ruin her party!

A few highlights...

Wine party waiting for the birthday girl when she arrived in our hotel room:

Birthday dinner at Red Fish:

Brunch at The Court of Two Sisters:

Shopping and eating on Magazine St.:

Relaxing after our time at the spa:

Cafe du Monde:

Enjoying the sites:

And we only got lost once!