mini-vacation get-away

So for the Fourth of July vacation, the hubby and I decided to take a cheap, simple get-away to none other than Galveston. A mere hour away, it was the perfect vacation for a budget tight couple. From bicycle riding on the strand, to spending the perfect day pool-side at our fancy hotel, it was great to relax & bask in the glory of vacationing. The first leg of the trip included a semi-romantic dinner at Fisherman's Wharf, which was incidentally, the restaurant where we had one of our first dates. Now I say semi-romantic because the restaurant is located on the not-so-pretty industrial port of Galveston. Outside dining was accompanied by views of big, clunky ships and nasty, dirty buildings. Of course, once you get over the scenery, the experience isn't too bad. The food was great (overpriced!), the company was fantastic, and it's always nice to dine on a pier.

Day two of the trip, included a day full of Moody Gardens adventure. We stopped by the rainforest and the aquarium exhibits. Both were fun but, once again, overpriced. I think overall the vacation was a success. Not only was the bank account intact afterwards, but it was nice to do something different for once. Working 7-3, M-F all the time can get old FAST, so it was nice reprieve to get away from it all.

Vacations keep the working (wo)man sane! ;)

Ruffled leaves.

Spring came and went. I barely noticed. The weather went from being super cold to hot & humid. I miss living in place where there are distinct seasons. I want to be able to enjoy the transition from a gloomy, depressing winter to a sunshine-y, breezy spring. I think I'd appreciate the change in seasons more. Because right now, spring sucks. And spring should never suck; it should be fun & full of life, like being a kid again and being able to go outside in shorts for the first time to play around in the grass.

This is the spring I want.

Bath time.

She thoroughly abhorred bath time. But when you stink like that, you ain't go no other options, baby.



I found it irritating that I wasn't able to edit both the pictures similarly. They were taken with the same lighting, settings, subject... etc etc. So why then can't I get identical results? If I wasn't such a grandma, I'd probably try and correct that, but since it's kinda, sorta past my bedtime, I'm gonna let it slide.

After all, it's only Tuesday. I have plenty of time to exhaust myself before the weekend gets here.

Leica girl

I know, I know, it's been AGES since my last post. Fortunately, today I'm back & ready for some blogging. Last weekend, the hubby & I went on a little road trip to pick up a new puppy. *GASP* A new pet?! Yep, we have a full house of four legged creatures. The puppy is an Alaskan Malamute. She's a gorgeous little thing. I can't get over how much she resembles a wolf. I guess that's what drew the hubby towards the breed. He's always had one growing up & a few years ago had to give up one to his parents. You guys might recognize her from an earlier post. Last Saturday we drove 4 hours north to pick up the little girl from a private breeder and it's been a whirlwind of craziness ever since. So the past few days have been difficult, to say the least. She's not exactly house broken yet & she's howler... a really loud howler. She loves her squeaky toys and spends an obscene amount of time squeaking them, she's constantly drinking which means constantly peeing, and she's a complete slob. But it's ok, we still love her.

Did I mention her name?

It's Leica. Yep, like the camera.

Lovin' the home cookin'

Moving out of the parent's house is a big step. You instantly develop complete freedom & power over your life. It's a liberating feeling that marks the transition to adulthood. I thoroughly enjoy being out on my own. There's no phone calls asking when I'll be home, no one nagging me about cleaning (although sometimes I do wish someone would keep me in line on that one), and of course, coming home in the wee hours of the morning without penalty (like I even do that anyways, lol). But one of the biggest drawbacks is missing my mom's wonderful cooking. I've been out for 2 years now eating the same shit over and over again (hello hamburger helper!). Now that I'm in my mid-twenties (eeek!), I wish that my mom had taught me how to cook. I can't even cook fried rice!! There are so many days where I yearn for some home cooked Vietnamese meal.

This past weekend, my mom called me up to come home and eat some delicious pho that she was cooking. If you're anything like me, you're totally into pho. It hit the spot... 100 percent! One day I'm gonna have to learn how to make pho for myself. Until then, I'll keep mooching off of my mom's cooking ;)




Tonight I'm headed to the Houston Livestock & Rodeo. I'm ready to eat some funnel cake & play some fun carnival games :) Bring it on Houston!

Love of my life & the silly faces she makes