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Fourth & Fourth meme

November 14, 2008

I have not been as active as I would like to be on the Internet because the boss thinks I should work while I am at the office… And my hubby thinks I should snuggle when I am at home.

But I could never turn down a tag from the fabulous Trisha Her post always touch a soft spot in my heart (yes, I have a soft spot in there somewhere)   Her writing can make me feel all warm and fuzzy or like lighting a fire under someones azz all in the same breath. (what can I say, she has mad skills)

OKey Dokey here are the rules:

1. Go to your pictures file.
2. Go to the 4th file.
3. Go to the 4th picture.
4. Post it and tell the story.
5. Tag 4 more people.


I took this picture on a cross country drive from North West Wyoming to South East Texas. (1500 miles… You really have to love each other to ride in a car together for 1500 miles)

Mr. J and I were torn between hauling butt back home on the interstate, making good time… Or cruising the back country. When we got to Colorado I got a wild idea (what are the chances?) We should hop off the interstate and take US 50 across the state. Just a suggestion to other brave souls out there who might seek adventure: IF YOU CHOSE THIS ROAD (and I recommend it highly) DO NOT TRY IT IN THE WINTER!

We went up and down and around some of the steepest most beautiful mountains I have ever seen.  In this picture, we were crossing over the Continental Divide.

I stepped out onto the ledge and took several pictures. Mr. J kept begging me to come back off the ledge or he was going to leave me. Ha! I had the keys and there was no way he was coming out to get them.

I truly love my home. BUT, if I could afford to live anywhere in the world, this would be one of my top choices. (at least for the summer months)

Now for my tags:

The wonderful



Taoist Biker

Purple Colored Glasses


We are slipping away…

June 30, 2008

This will be an abbreviated posting week because Mr. J and I have finally gathered together enough of our loose marbles to coordinate a 4-day weekend!


A weekend at Bernie’s… No wait, there will be no dead bodies, just Mr. J and me; swatting skeeters, sipping brew, and passing out nekkid. (Hopefully in our cabin and not in a paddle boat on the lake)


 The Lake


We asked D (boy child numero uno) to come with us, but he ardently declined. He may have even thrown in a few curse words to make his point.  Something was muttered about living in a tent for 30-something months in Iraq and there was no way in hell he would ever camp again on purpose.


He sees no need to purposely subject himself to an uncomfortable bed, mosquitoes, charred food, and lack of proper plumbing. And then he smirked about whether or not our cell phones would get service, the lack of television, and no internet connections.


I am stumped because those are the very reasons I want to go. We will not be plugged into anything or have anyone dependent upon us for four blissful days. I want to be lulled to sleep by the drone of nature. I am anxiously anticipating the adventure of chopping my own firewood, grilling burgers over the coals, and making S’mores.


Seriously, that boy is not right in the head. Who, in their right mind, could ever turn their back on the opportunity to indulge in the melty goodness of S’mores?  


 (this picture ganked from… )


I know deep down that he wants to go with us, but he also needs a break from watching his mommy and daddy play kissy-face.  


Even Mr. J is into the spirit of the campout. I asked him to stop by Spec’s to pick us up a couple bottles of wine and or some good beer for next weekend. He came home with six bottles of wine, three bottle of champagne, a large bottle of Gray Goose, a bottle of Crown Royal and a couple six-packs of Grolsch beer. Do you think he is trying to tell me something? Egads, one of us will need to be sober enough to paddle the boat and beat off   …


 The Strangers.  


A Future Getaway

May 16, 2008

We are planning a short 3-4 day trip. We have located the place. Now we need to negotiate our schedules so that we can both be off work at the same time. This is a challenge as it is busy season for both of us and our respective bosses think we are indispensable. (trying out big words today… hehehe) Mr. J’s boss tends to throw mini hissy fits if we go out of town for longer than two day intervals. My boss is a bit more easy going as long as I am here on Thursdays for payroll as the natives get restless without their weekend beer money.

That was not nice. My guys are not drunkards… It just looks funnier to see beer money than gas money. Nothing is funny about paychecks being handed over to the gas stations. (along with a pint of blood and a promise of the sacrificial first born)

Back to our mini getaway. We have chosen a new spot. I have yet to tell Mr. J that I decided between several choices based on this picture from their website.

If a squirrel can unwind at their cabins, then surely we can as well.

Of course the pictures of the cabins pulled me in as well:


(Isn’t it sweet? It even has his and hers rockers out front!)

And then there is the lake itself:

 (and they rent boats!)

I have suggested that we Kayak the lake and Mr J did his best to stop from laughing out loud.

One more… They sit on about 500 acres and have extensive nature trails.

Sweet! I can almost taste the s’mores and feel the mosquitoes as I type. Now all we need to do is bribe, beg, and steal a few days off on the same weekend.

Laughing at Life

March 25, 2008

That is exactly what we did all weekend. We laughed so much that Mr. J was concerned strangers were going to call in the authorities and have us hauled off in little white jackets.

Friday night we took a drive to the beach to watch the waves crash.  We then drove to Fulton to see the giant live Oak trees. I would have loved to have these trees to climb and build a fort in when I was young. They are magnificent!


It is hard to stay sad when you are surrounded by such beauty. I took the picture below as the sun was coming up at Aransas Bay. 

It was so rejuvenating and I grimaced at the thought of going back to Houston. Mr. J must have felt the vibe. He turned and asked me if I was ready for an adventure?

ALWAYS! You see, Mr. J and I are Gypsies at heart. We travel light and are most happy when we are out in the world. If we become stuck in our hood for too long, we get restless and irritable. (bet you couldn’t tell from my posts the last week or so… hehehe)

“Good. Go pee and get ready for a drive.”

I always laugh and wrinkle up my nose when he tells me to go pee. I am not five and do not need to be reminded to use the restroom before a long drive. I swear! Just because that one time when I made him stop five miles down the road at a gas station.

Speaking of gas station toilets; I would rather pee behind the building than use one of those nasty places. However, peeing behind the building might land me a spot in the county hotel. And I do not want to be responsible for giving some poor homeless man a heart failure or cause blindness.

So, I place a half a roll of paper on the seat and even then chose to hoover. They need to send in these guys with high pressure hoses to clean the poop off of the seats and floors and walls. Why do people put poop on the walls? (And if you have never been blessed with a trip to a gas station restroom in the hood I am so sorry. Everyone should try it just once. It makes you more appreciative of home and helps to overlook Mr J’s occasional ooops. (how do they miss?)



Me ~ “OK, Mr J. I peed. Can we go now?”  “Where we going?” “Can I get some chocolate while we are gone?” (my brain mouth slipped into overdrive)

Mr. J ~ (looking at me out of the corner of his eye… and yes, I noticed that he was rolling his eyes) “Breathe between questions. You are going to pass out and if you pass out, I am going to take advantage of you.”

Oh that man is such a card. I love telling him just that, but I use my best Boston accent so it sounds as if I am calling him a cod.

So, off we went on an adventure. No plans, no reservations, and no schedules for two days. Just two goofballs on the open road.

When we got to I-10 he made a right and I began to giggle like a school girl. “Are we going where I think we are going?” I asked.

Mr. J had a big grin on his gorgeous face. He just kept saying, “You’ll see.”

This was too much. I grabbed my camera and began snapping pictures. Out of respect for Mr. J’s wishes, I will not post any of the 112 pictures that I took of him making faces at me.

This one I snapped just before I-10

He told me to stop snapping that type of picture as it was his responsibility to turn me over to Homeland Security for taking pictures of chemical plants. I swear that I was taking a picture of the ship channel and the plants jumped into the picture uninvited. (If I quit posting it is because my hubby is a good citizen and called the appropriate authorities.)

As we rolled closer and closer to Looser-Anna Louisiana, I had to ask him again; “Where are we going?”

This time Mr J explained while he tried to keep from laughing, “We are going to spend the night in their town, since they have made themselves comfy in ours.”

We decided that we should be safe in New Orleans with the worst of the hoodlums camping out around the corner from our house.


I took that picture because, well who would want to live in a town called Sulpher? I laid out my thickest Southern drawl and said, “Baay-bee, Can we move to Sulpher, Looser-Anna?”

(I think he cursed at me… something about saying no to crack.)

OH Crack! That reminds me, I want some Looser-Anna Crack!

Ah my sweet was so good at obliging me this trip. He found my favorite crack shop.

I am a crack cracklin junkie. The stuff is so bad for you and tastes so goooooooooooood! Thankfully, we have not found a good place to buy it in Texas.

We then got back on the road… between stuffing our faces with Cajun crack and laughing at the simplicity of everything around us, I almost forgot to continue snapping pictures.

The boat on the right of the picture used to sit on the left side of Lake Charles. Hurricane Rita relocated it to a spot under the bridge that we are on when I snapped the picture. The casino that owned the boat never rebuilt so the boat was bought out by a casino on the right side of the lake.

(Mr J drives fast and the countryside is a bit blurry) 😀 The trees are beginning to show more life. This part of the country was eerie after Rita blew thru. The leaves had been stripped from branches and many of the taller trees were snapped and cast all over the highway.

The gorgeous foyer of our humble abode for the night. I have never seen a Holiday Inn Express that looked so fancy. The rooms were not as elegant but they were clean and the bed had plenty of bounce. I know because I was jumping on it until Mr. J came back with a bucket of ice and caught me.  😀

This is a picture of the best part of the hotel:

Look close. Do you notice anything out of the ordinary? Keep in mind that I am slightly off kilter and thrive off of obscurity.

Take a closer look below.







Hahahaha… we slept next to the cemetery. While we were out eating and then later playing at a casino, I kept asking Mr. J to take me back so we can sleep at the cemetery.

Perhaps I was getting on his nerves because he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Ya want for me to arrange for the boys to tuck ya in for a dirt nap?” (That was his Al Pacino impersonation)

I needed this weekend more than I knew. My cheeks are still sore from all the laughing. Fully recharged, we once again came home…