Sunday, April 29, 2012

Stand in Photographer

My parents were nice enough to make the trip to see us today...
I asked Gavin to take our picture...and he just couldn't put the camera down once it was in his hands.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

6th row tickets

Because I am so looking forward to our Train concert in 100 days!

You may remember how I feel about U2, but of all of the songs U2 sings Pat sang my favorite as a cover in last years show! (Click here if you wanna know what I think of U2.)

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

How about a little TRAIN?

Pre-sale tickets go on sale tomorrow! Paul and I are talking about taking our little Trainette for her first concert!



Fitting seeing that a Train concert was our first date! Music can do magic!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Looks like home to me...

New chair covers
new paint
new flowers
the show off
new strawberry plants
fire in the pot
ice cream in the freezer
and a photo of Gavin that he tried to avoid..

Sunday, April 22, 2012

A girl after my own heart

The Easter Bunny brought Macey a diary. She has been busy writing away her deepest secrets.
Even better it comes with a lock.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Somebody wanna take me for a ride?

This is what I don't understand my dog. He hates to ride in the car, but he can't resist an open car door...he jumps right in, as if he loves to ride. He throw up in the car. It is frustrating...so many places we would be happy to take him, but no one wants to clean up after him. So for right now he just sits in the passenger seat and pretends he is seeing the world.

(yeah, you are seeing Gavin's legs in the rear-view mirror)

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Attack of the Giggles...(or after you read this Fttack of the Figgles)

Do you ever have an attack of the giggles? I am talking about a full on side splitting, eyes crying, face hurting, stop or I am going to pee my pants or puke kind of attack. We had one as a family the other night on our way home from Indy. Off and on the attack lasted much of the two hour ride home. My stomach muscles still hurt from it today. And every now and again I think of the comical hysteria that plagued us, and I want to laugh again.

It seriously was the dumbest thing ever!! Paul started replacing store name's first letters with the letter F. So for example, "Target" was "Farget". Any word that started with an F, such as "Ford" the F became silent so it was just "Ord". Gavin and Macey caught on quickly, and Gavin was hilarious. Gavin is hilarious when he gets the giggles, and with the gradual change in his voice it was even more funny to me. (And for the record, I really like the sound of his voice). These giggles were relentless and contagious.

Then just when we would calm down and things would settle, someone had to start it up all over again. You try saying "Long John Silvers" to the tune of "Fong Fohn Filvers", trust me it is not easy...and it sure sounds funny. (I bet you are saying it now, aren't you? It does sound funny doesn't it)?

Although, note to parents, I highly suggest a different letter than the letter F. Things could have gotten R-rated for sure. While no one said it aloud, the gas station "Hucks" and the business "Two Men in a Truck" got an extreme giggle from the ones in the know. Who knew words could be so much fun?!

I think my personal favorite was when Gavin passed the Indianapolis Heart Hospital. Guess you go there after you have eaten at Hardees. You put it together, okay?

Then of course we had to rename everyone with our new secret language. My new name is Fary and I live on Funset Fvenue.

By the end of the ride home the boys were talking in complete sentences changing all the words to start with the letter F, laughing uncontrollably the entire way home. All the laughter was music to my ears.

Laughter, is truly a gift. You can be happy and you can be content, but uncontrollable laughter just doesn't strike often enough. It is something that is now woven into our past, and will now forever be a part of our inside family jokes.

I have no photo for such an event...I was driving, and doubt I could have handled a camera all that well in my state at the time. Sometimes you just have to take a picture with you heart and hang on to the moment..and that is exactly what I did. Best ride home from Indy that I have had in such a long time.

I fove my amily!

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Rainy Day Project

Remember these...did you ever make a latch hook rug? Macey is making one for her American Girl dolls.




Thursday, April 12, 2012

Checking in...

new pics to come, life is just crazy, trying to get my man better and keeping up with life. I promise to have new pics on here come Monday! Planing a small get away this weekend. The walls are closing in are my Mister Paul P.

Much love to all of you who check on us everyday...maybe I will post pics of my weekly lunch date tomorrow...stay tuned! Do you know who my Friday lunch date is?

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Wanna hear Train's new CD? Click here...

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

46 great memories for 46 years…

Sorry this text will sound cryptic to most, but is 100% dedicated to my husband in honor of his 46th birthday. Quick off the top of my head are 46 great moments of US.

*Your nervous head twitch on our fist date, and my nervous stomach.

*96 miles from my door-step to yours.

*Sunday mornings.

*The corner café.

*The Nazi waitress that we grew to love.

*Eating ribs in the Memphis project, “Well, I ain’t never seen nobody eat a whole slab of ribs before!”

*No kid weekends!



*Your quick getaway after our first date.

*Exchanging our wedding vows in the middle of the pouring rain during our rehearsal.

*Having a Swig at Nigs!

*Playing ponies, and the one time I won all that money.

*Octobers on the Derby River.




*Thursday flowers.

*July 22, 2005.

*Just offer it a beer and it will go away. Your advice to me about dealing with the being in our old house.

*Edgebrook Avenue.

*Studebakers.


*Old Orchard Beach.


*“So, I bought a vending machine today.”

*A blue rocking chair and a red-headed brazilbilly.



*The fat mans squeeze at Rock City, and how you love to remind me as we are face to face against the rocks, “Now would be a bad time for an earthquake.”

*Macey’s singing in the car.

*The 9 o’clock curse word.

*Pet gold fish.

*The smell of a bourbon storage house.

*Naked house painting.

*First award banquets.


*Kary crocker.

*The fun bag barf mess.

*TRAIN, TRAIN, TRAIN.




*Police escort to the 500 race.

*Our grown up oasis, lit with candles, and filled with the voice of Frank.

*Heads up at Lamberts Café.

*A whooper for breakfast with the Diva herself.


*No worming!

*Just what was so darn funny when I feel down laughing in my closet? I wish we could remember.

*The all night parties that Macey frequently included us in when she was just a baby, they were exhausting. But when I look back now I think of them with fondnesss, and much admiration towards you for helping both of us get the rest we needed. Plus the farting Teletubbie was pretty funny in the midst of our exhausted state.

*Rain, the walks we’ve had in it, the times we watch it from our front porch, or just the sound of it while we are sleeping together.



*Our cabin at Burlington’s Willis Graves just outside Cincinnati.

*Kentucky.

*Sipping adult beverages in Adirondack chairs outside a little bar, by the water’s edge in Maine.


*Fresh lobster right off the boat.

*Meals….they are countless and many. Good and bad, formal or informal, stressful or fancy, in or out. You fix everything with food.

*Claiming your name as my own on accident on like our third or fourth date…wishful thinking that paid off.



*Drinking a $50 bottle of wine over a cheap pizza.

*Eharmony.com

Happy Birthday to my true companion!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Walk About...

Paul has been amusing me these last couple of days as he takes off on walks with his track phone in hand and starts sending me pictures of his big adventures. Since he still cannot drive with his arm in a sling...it is not stopping him.

Welcome to the big town of Seelyville...

Breakfast at a dive, which must be good because he has gone there twice this week.

Here he is getting all creative of me snapping an image of his own shadow.


Of course he would find a road named after his favorite car.

almost home....