My friends Nikki, Tracee and I enjoy the view and beverages at Grace Hill Winery in Whitewater, Kansas.
When my friends and I showed up at Grace Hill Winery in Whitewater, Kansas, I think the staff thought we’d been drinking already. Nope. We were all just giddy to be released from the truck we’d been squished in for an hour. And, we’re just generally goofy people. We were there to celebrate my friend Tracee’s 30th birthday, and I’m so glad I got to be a part of her special day. From the moment we walked in to the tasting room, I was instantly impressed. The staff was warm and friendly, and rolled right along with our group’s crazy antics (which only increased as we got further into the tasting).
I’d never been to a …
This weekend marks my little hometown’s annual Fall Festival. This year’s theme is “Hillbilly Heaven,” so naturally everyone dressed in their hillbilliest duds (think overalls, rope belts, pigtails, oversized boots, cutoff plaid shirts). I shouldn’t have told you the theme, so you would just think we’re really this redneck. I mean, we are, but we typically don’t dress this bad (or good, however you look at it). I snapped a few pics from my sister’s yard, our standard parade-watching seats. My older daughter actually got to ride on a float in the parade with her preschool class, while my younger daughter watched the parade rather unimpressed from her stroller. (We had to put her on “lockdown” since she kept running out into the road.) There are some strange and wonderful things at a small-town parade. …
Father-daughter bonding time includes watching daddy prep for deer season. She was completely mesmerized.
“I launched my new blog today,” I told my husband excitedly when he came in the door from work. “Oh, good,” he said, mustering as much enthusiasm as he could. (Bless his heart, he’s a wonderful husband, but his world doesn’t exactly overlap with my world of online publishing.) Then, I saw a sparkle in his eyes. One that made my heart jump a little, hopeful that he was finally getting just as giddy as I am about this new web venture. “Guess what else happens today?”, he asked. “Deer season starts,” he said in a singsong voice.
Oh…that…
That time of year when virtually nothing, except his day job, can keep him from his deer stand. Not his loving wife and not …
Yep. I said it. Kiss my booty! If you know me well at all, you know I gave up my cussin-like-a-sailor days long ago, so that’s about as potty-mouthed as I get.
Seriously though, I dread this time of year. Stupid tornadoes. Stupid Kansas weather. After last night’s fiasco, I am ready to throw in the towel and move somewhere with no risk of natural disaster. (If you know of such a place, let me know. And send me the names of any good Realtors in the area.)
Obviously, I’m so grateful that the tornado that tore through our community last night didn’t cause total devastation and loss of life. I know how lucky we are, and I thank God for it. But I need to vent a little. Need to get this stress off my chest (although I have to be …