Alabama + Graffiti

A long time ago, we went to this thing called Steeplechase in the Callaway Gardens area of Georgia.  I can’t remember the name of the actual city, but I realized a couple days ago, while I was searching through my old pictures (again, apparently I like to torture myself), that I never posted my pictures of the horses or of the old cars.  

I just posted my creepy affinity for taking pictures of people being sweet when no one is looking.  Again, I usually tend to believe the best in people. That doesn’t mean that I don’t get taken advantage of at every turn, but I will take that over being perpetually pessimistic. 

Anyway, some of these pictures are ones that I’m incredibly proud of.  I was completely at awe at how much I had learned from my photography class, so I figured I would share some.  

Enjoy!

It was a good time.  I recommend packing a picnic with lots of alcohol.  I’m pretty sure B’s mom and I drank the crap out of some wine coolers.  Oh, and to avoid looking drunk while you are falling out of your chair (guilty), please make sure that you park your chair on level ground. 

I’m pretty sure I took the three cutest pictures on earth this weekend.  I must share them, because it’d be selfish to keep them to myself.

Our lazy weekend.  

This weekend was a much needed relaxed one.  Even though it was 100 degrees outside, and we found the most comfort in our bedroom, where for some reason, it’s cooler than any place in the house.

There won’t be too many more lazy weekends, since we’re planning on prepping the house to get it ready to put on the market, and between going to my dad’s and NOLA for B’s birthday, there just won’t be much time to lazy around the house.

So I cherish this past weekend, and am looking forward to a 3 day work-week. 

I usually don’t blog on the weekends, but I do the same thing I do as my workouts.  If I push myself into a corner, I will blog/work out to make up for it.  Example:  I work out 4 times a week no matter what.  Sometimes, more, but 4 no matter what.  So if I back myself into having to work out on Saturday and Sunday (like this week) then so be it.  

Back to the real point of this….  Wednesday was B and I’s 3rd anniversary.  I honestly can’t believe that it’s been three years.  I didn’t think I’d find someone who could put up with me that long.    Just lucky I guess…. 

So onto the pictures…

And of course, it wouldn’t be the obligatory anniversary post, without a blast from the past photo of the wedding… here ya go!

One of my faves:  Happy 3rd B, here’s to hoping we can make it more!

This past week seemed to drag on forever.  I am eternally grateful for the holiday gods for planting a nice break in the middle of this next week, and for causing all sorts of shipper chaos, making my load light for next week.

However, some pretty big things happened for one of my friends at work.  She turned thirty….and found out that she’s moving to Ghana with her hubs.  Not very happy about it, but happy for her.  She got that news on her 30th birthday, (traumatic!), so I decided that we needed a lunch date to take our minds off everything.  

So we drove down into downtown Irondale and went to Irondale Cafe.  This is the cafe that the movie Fried Green Tomatoes had in it.  They were renovating, so I didn’t take too many pictures of the inside, but I did get one of the outside and of course, the tomatoes.

They are pretty much like a meat and 3 place, (or meat and 1, or 4 veggies, whatever you like), but apparently their mac and cheese is to die for and their rolls are like crack.

So happy birthday Elizabeth, and perhaps I’ll see you tonight?  🙂

Tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary.  B and I have been through some things.  Everything is not perfect, nor will it ever be.

The fact that we were grown up enough (him more than me) to work through things made me think that I am exactly where I need to be right now….

While I was thinking through how long three years actually is, I got an email from my dad, and how appropriate…it was this guy…

So then I was thinking about it, and even though I shared on my blog that I was engaged, I was still newbie blogger and didn’t know how to add pictures, or even explain how the ring was bought, and since Aruba plays a big part in it, well, now you’re caught up on how my mind got here.  That also may be the longest run-on sentence in history.  

So to explain….B and I went to Aruba with my dad and step-mom about four years ago.  It was a great trip!!  One morning though, B said he was going to go running on the beach.  He did ask if I wanted to go.  Now, if you know me at all, you know I like to work out.  I do not run on the beach, so of course I passed.  Little did I know that sneaky B got in a cab, went downtown and bought a ring.  The exact ring we had been looking at the day before.  He swiped his hand through the pool, then through his hair,  to make it look as though he’d been sweating.  Then about a week later, July 4th (my favorite holiday!) he proposed.  A year later we were married. 

But before we get to all the sentimental engagement/wedding obligatory photos (ahem, tomorrow), I will share with you our fun Aruba pics….

I emailed my Dad and said I wanted to be there too.  Hopefully next time, we’ll get the invite to go again.  But for now, happy early 3rd B.