Every six months or so, something wondrous happens in a little town called Warrenton. It's called Antique Weekend, and if you enjoy hunting for great antiques at a bargain, it's a must do! It goes on for two weeks twice a year, usually falling during late September/early October and late March/early April.
Wyatt's favorite part of the event is the food, and I won't try to pretend I don't love it too. There are turkey legs (Wyatt's favorite), fried chicken on a stick (a recent serendipitous find by Wyatt), fried twinkies (Emily's favorite, don't tell mom), great pie, and kettle corn (my favorite). Royers Round Top Cafe, a great restaurant in Round Top, always has a booth there. If you go, make sure you get a piece of buttermilk pie; it's wonderful.
We're off to Warrenton this Saturday, and I'm excited. The weather's supposed to be perfect, so that's an added bonus. The big challenge will be to eat less than 3 types of fried food during the time we're there.
Let us know if you've ever been to Antique Weekend or if you're going this year. It's always fun to bargain hunt with friends.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Injured (and Sad) Ellie
Our beloved Eleanor is injured. We're not sure when it happened, but we know for sure that something's not right. She won't jump on the bed any more (and before I get in trouble on this, let me clarify that she's not allowed on the bed unless we ask her to come up, and we don't do this that often). She's having a hard time jumping up- even in getting in and out of the car and the pool, which she usually does with ease and enthusiasm. She still runs fine usually, but there have been a few incidents where she'll sprint after her ball, stop suddenly, yelp repeatedly, and pick up her back right leg.
I took her to the Vet last Saturday, and they prescribed her an anti-inflammatory medicine. We're supposed to watch her to see if it helps her return to normal, and if not, we'll have to take her back to get sedated and get an x-ray of the suspect leg. Thus far, it's looking like the medicine isn't helping a whole lot.
The injury by itself is bad enough, but to keep her from hurting herself further, we're having to hide all her balls and keep her inside and inactive as much as possible. Hello...this is a LAB we're talking about. ALL she wants to do is play, run, chase, and move...on a continual basis. So, needless to say, she's depressed. The look on her face when we get ready to go for a run and she realizes we're not going to take her with us is SO pathetic.
I'm really hoping this is just a pulled muscle that needs rest, but I'm getting worried. I'll post again when we have an update.
I took her to the Vet last Saturday, and they prescribed her an anti-inflammatory medicine. We're supposed to watch her to see if it helps her return to normal, and if not, we'll have to take her back to get sedated and get an x-ray of the suspect leg. Thus far, it's looking like the medicine isn't helping a whole lot.
The injury by itself is bad enough, but to keep her from hurting herself further, we're having to hide all her balls and keep her inside and inactive as much as possible. Hello...this is a LAB we're talking about. ALL she wants to do is play, run, chase, and move...on a continual basis. So, needless to say, she's depressed. The look on her face when we get ready to go for a run and she realizes we're not going to take her with us is SO pathetic.
I'm really hoping this is just a pulled muscle that needs rest, but I'm getting worried. I'll post again when we have an update.
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Big 3-0!
Yes, this is very late, but I did turn 30 on February 15th. I haven't given much thought to the whole "turning 30" part of my birthday. Yes, I realize that's what a birthday is, but it just didn't feel that significant to me. I know I could still pass for 18 in most circles, so it's hard to think of myself as 30. Maybe some day my mind will catch up with my age, but until then, I'll just keep on keeping on (I don't know who says this, but it seems to fit here).
The day itself was very uneventful; I had a really bad cold and spent most of the day lounging on the couch. On Friday (two days before my birthday), we went to one of my favorite restaurants (D'Amico's in the Rice Village) for dinner. My brother David, his friend Abby, and my parents came along. It was great food as usual, but I felt so bad I really couldn't enjoy it. Eating out just isn't that fun when all you want to do is take Benadryl and lay down.
Wyatt surprised me with a purse I'd been wanting but definitely didn't expect to get, and I got a much-needed new briefcase-y bag for work from my family. It was as good a birthday weekend it could have been in light of my icky cold.
The next weekend, Wyatt threw me a surprise party. I won't lie; I had an idea it was coming. It's a long story how I knew, but let's just say I was pretty sure a party was going to happen that Saturday.
That morning, Wyatt arranged for me to have a massage and a pedicure at a spa in the Galleria area. My sister Emily went along, and we had a great time. We shopped around a little bit after we got done at the spa, and arrived back at the house at about 4:00.
I was greeted by a bunch of friends and a ton of food! Wyatt had enlisted the help of my brother and sister, and they did a great job planning the party. There was a donkey pinata filled to the brim with chocolate and an inflatable/bouncy boxing ring (I don't know what else to call it). Wyatt told me later that he was planning on hiring a mariachi band to come and play, but they wouldn't budge on their $400 price, and he thought that was just a tad too much to pay. :)
It was hilarious to see a big bunch of 20 and 30 somethings doing things you usually see at a 5-year old's party. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Wyatt knows me well.
The pinata was especially entertaining; it was totally authentic and nearly indestructible. It was even lined with Mexican newspaper on the inside; that is a real pinata.
One funny story...when the rental company arrived to drop off the inflatable boxing ring, they asked my brother David if the kids were upset that they were late. David responded that he thought they were ok with it. Of course the kids were ok with it; there were only 2 real "kids" at the party. The real upset people were the 20/30ish people who wanted to relive their childhood in the bouncy boxing ring, and do it ASAP! It was a funny moment.
Here are some pictures from the party:
The donkey pinata
The cake
Wyatt manning the pinata
Me trying to hit the pinata
The inflatable boxing ring
Partygoers
More partygoers
Karaoke Fun
Thanks to all who made my birthday so fun, and special thanks to my endlessly creative and sweet husband for planning such a great party. Thanks also to the lady that made the tortillas at Lupe Tortilla. They were delicious.
The day itself was very uneventful; I had a really bad cold and spent most of the day lounging on the couch. On Friday (two days before my birthday), we went to one of my favorite restaurants (D'Amico's in the Rice Village) for dinner. My brother David, his friend Abby, and my parents came along. It was great food as usual, but I felt so bad I really couldn't enjoy it. Eating out just isn't that fun when all you want to do is take Benadryl and lay down.
Wyatt surprised me with a purse I'd been wanting but definitely didn't expect to get, and I got a much-needed new briefcase-y bag for work from my family. It was as good a birthday weekend it could have been in light of my icky cold.
The next weekend, Wyatt threw me a surprise party. I won't lie; I had an idea it was coming. It's a long story how I knew, but let's just say I was pretty sure a party was going to happen that Saturday.
That morning, Wyatt arranged for me to have a massage and a pedicure at a spa in the Galleria area. My sister Emily went along, and we had a great time. We shopped around a little bit after we got done at the spa, and arrived back at the house at about 4:00.
I was greeted by a bunch of friends and a ton of food! Wyatt had enlisted the help of my brother and sister, and they did a great job planning the party. There was a donkey pinata filled to the brim with chocolate and an inflatable/bouncy boxing ring (I don't know what else to call it). Wyatt told me later that he was planning on hiring a mariachi band to come and play, but they wouldn't budge on their $400 price, and he thought that was just a tad too much to pay. :)
It was hilarious to see a big bunch of 20 and 30 somethings doing things you usually see at a 5-year old's party. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Wyatt knows me well.
The pinata was especially entertaining; it was totally authentic and nearly indestructible. It was even lined with Mexican newspaper on the inside; that is a real pinata.
One funny story...when the rental company arrived to drop off the inflatable boxing ring, they asked my brother David if the kids were upset that they were late. David responded that he thought they were ok with it. Of course the kids were ok with it; there were only 2 real "kids" at the party. The real upset people were the 20/30ish people who wanted to relive their childhood in the bouncy boxing ring, and do it ASAP! It was a funny moment.
Here are some pictures from the party:
The donkey pinata
The cake
Wyatt manning the pinata
Me trying to hit the pinata
The inflatable boxing ring
Partygoers
More partygoers
Karaoke Fun
Thanks to all who made my birthday so fun, and special thanks to my endlessly creative and sweet husband for planning such a great party. Thanks also to the lady that made the tortillas at Lupe Tortilla. They were delicious.
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