You Gotta Love Lumberjacks

lumberjack love

It's funny to think that just four or five years ago, nobody I knew had a beard. Mustaches weren't a thing then - at least not the way they are now, and hipsters were juuuuust starting to make a stand in the mainstream sorta way they are now.
Oh, that, and we were still going out dressed like barbie dolls, whether we wanted to admit that or not. The homeless-esque gear that Catie and I sported every spare second we could was considered socially-unacceptable for any real outing; joke's on them now though... ;)

Back on track: I have realized my true affinity for lumberjack-ish things. I was raised country, in the country, so I really shouldn't be surprised to find myself coming full circle in what actually seems pretty normal for me.

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, I have found myself probably one of the most amazing modern day lumberjacks ever. I'm pretty partial, but hey, he's mine now so I can be. haha. Like I said, I'm a country girl at heart, and he's doin a great job of winning that little country heart over.


cornrows, anyone? ;)



He's hilarious.

At Dawne's bidding, Sydni stayed over one more night for a last sleepover hoo-rah before she heads back to Ohio. We took advantage of the moment to get out of the house for an evening. We headed up to Bindy's to grab dinner, and ended up sitting around goofing off for a few hours. It came to the topic of his beard and my offer to braid it up. He fluffs that sucker out [it looks pretty funny] and ended up with this. Well, it's not quite Duck Dynasty ... yet ... but it's still pretty thick. I told him he'd be wise to start sleeping with one eye open lest he awake with cornrows in his beard... Haha. I wouldn't...... or would I? :p

Oh, and let's not forget, he finally got his truck out of the shop tonight, after it went in for some serious doctoring and upgrades. I must admit, it's beautiful.

beautiful... beast... both.... ♥

*Sigh. Too much. We made our way back from Granite and he decided he wanted to snag his Honda from his work, since he'd driven that while his truck was out of commission. Funny enough, I've never been in that thing, but it would happen that the first I am, I'm driving it. [Insert Asian joke here]. Yes, it's a Honda. Yes, it's a hatchback. Yes, it has a modified exhaust. [Insert Fast&Furious joke here.] Hush, ya'll. ;)

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. It's the first real snow projected for this year; I'm interested to see what kind of panicked state it is in which we'll find ourselves. Maybe it'll give me a good reason to get the board out?? Yes? Hmmm...

xo | cmd

Errands Galore

Yep. Pretty much that is what comprised the entire day.

First stop: Airman’s Attic. We dropped off some things and picked up a few other things, one of which was an old desktop computer keyboard. We have nothing with which it needed connected, but Sydni has this persistant fascination with all of our laptop keyboards, so I figured she’d enjoy her own set of alpha-numerics she could hammer without getting swatted away by one of us.

airman's attic

Second Stop: Commissary. We needed some granola bars, and it’s right across the street. We may have picked up some other munchies while we were at it, but that’s neither here nor there ;)

Third stop: Redbox. Droppin’ off movies, renting some more kiddie flicks to keep her occupied while I clean at home.

my tall red friend

Fourth stop: Salvation Army. We dropped off yet some more stuff there, with my favorite volunteer worker whose jolly laugh is absolutely contagious and always seems to be on duty when I come through ridding our car of bins.. and bins.. and bins. We went inside this time, and managed to find a few little treasures of our own to take home with us, too.

Fifth stop: Post office. Yeah, I’ve been here for almost a month and am just now changing my forwarding address. Oops.

Last stop: Wal-Mart. Don’t tell Joe; we all know how much he hates that place. However, while running errands is tedious enough sometimes, adding a toddler to the mix does the opposite of saving time. Since Syd was with me, I didn’t bother hunting for the nearest hardware store or other lock and key place, because everyone also already knows Wal-Mart takes care of copying keys. What I didn’t know was that Joe’s Honda key has some sort of transmitter chip embedded inside [you’d never be able to tell by lookin’ at the thing]. Therefore, copying that key apparently would’ve cost upward $40+, so needless to say, we’ll survive off the one we have and just say daily prayer that we don’t ever lose or break it. Sheesh.

At home, we unloaded all of our days’ acquired trinkets and put them away before cuddling up for an afternoon watching little cartoon people tell us how to count and memorize the alphabet. It was … educational. Haha.  

Oh yeah, and it’s Cicada season here. Lovely.

Not really. Oh well.

yeah cicada.... yeah.

xo | cmd