Well I've been in the Lone Star state just over 24 hours, and I've observed the following:
* 8 hours is a really long time in the car... turns out I'm not quite as good company as I thought
* I don't know if everything is bigger in Texas, but it's certainly hotter
* people from Texas are really, really proud to be from Texas.... there are stars everywhere
* hitting Dallas traffic at 5 p.m. is not a good idea, even with GPS
* boys, no matter the age, like to talk about sports and body secretions
I've seen Jen for about two hours of the 24 I've been here. She had to go in at 5 a.m. this morning and will be there until about noon tomorrow. Tonight she had to do CPR on a four-year-old who was hit by a car. He didn't make it. That kind of makes things at my job seem a little less important.
Our day started around 6:15, when Lon started getting the boys up to get ready for school. It was a battle of what to wear, what to eat for breakfast, fixing hair and brushing teeth. Brady and Avery start school at 7:40, so after dropping them off, Lon had a meeting at work, so Peyton and I hung out and watched cartoons and some unfortunate Wiggles wannabe that was really annoying. Oh, and the same episodes of SpongeBob over and over.
Peyt and I met Lonnie for lunch in Temple. While driving over there, Peyton was being really quiet, so I looked back to see what he was doing while we were stopped at a light. He appeared to be reading my "People" magazine. But upon closer inspection, I realized what he was actually doing was staring at the girls in bikinis on the "90210" ad.
Tonight we did the grand tour of Temple and Belton, including the high school football stadium here that's bigger than the one at my university. Guess everything is bigger in Texas.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Oil change, attitude change
Today was a rare day. I had a brunch meeting in Rogers, got my car serviced in less than 30 minutes, and renewed my car tags in less than 5 minutes. If it hadn't been for my 4 p.m. meeting, it would have been the perfect work day.
I'm leaving tomorrow at noon for Texas. After three meetings of course.
Oh, and that crush? Things are looking up.
I am in such a good mood.
I'm leaving tomorrow at noon for Texas. After three meetings of course.
Oh, and that crush? Things are looking up.
I am in such a good mood.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Seasons change
This morning, while getting out of my car at the office clutching my coffee, I had my first whiff of fall air. Crisp, cool, and awesome. I'm so looking forward to my first autumn in northwest Arkansas! Bring on the fall!
In the meantime, I get to spend the weekend in south Texas, where it's 10 degrees warmer. Oh well, at least football season starts on Saturday.
In the meantime, I get to spend the weekend in south Texas, where it's 10 degrees warmer. Oh well, at least football season starts on Saturday.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Manic Monday
Not much to report this evening. I spent this morning in chapel with the freshmen, then supervising a group at the Day of Caring at a local assisted living center. It's amazing how picky old people can be about free labor.
This afternoon I had an amazing massage, a doctor's appointment, and spent a couple of hours working at home.
I'm on a diet again (I weigh more than an 18 wheeler), so I've been making friends with Weight Watchers frozen dinners and the treadmill. Ugh.
But the good news is that in a mere 72 hours, I'll be hanging with Lon, Jen, Huey, Dewie and Louie in the Lone Star State.
Told ya I was boring.
This afternoon I had an amazing massage, a doctor's appointment, and spent a couple of hours working at home.
I'm on a diet again (I weigh more than an 18 wheeler), so I've been making friends with Weight Watchers frozen dinners and the treadmill. Ugh.
But the good news is that in a mere 72 hours, I'll be hanging with Lon, Jen, Huey, Dewie and Louie in the Lone Star State.
Told ya I was boring.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Christmas list recap
Since I have a stat counter on this website, I get some decent info on who's reading my blog (stalkers, take heart... I can't tell individually who you are, just where you're from). Last week I had one person who read 97 entries on my blog. So I decided to look back and see what I've written.
It amused me see what random thoughts I've had in the past year. Then I stumbled across last year's Christmas list. So here's the update:
• Tom Brady in a big, red bow (and nothing else!) - nope on that one, but after reading the interview in this month's Esquire, I'm convinced he's a wank
• Tickets to Super Bowl XLIII, where the Cowboys play the Pats - Pats made it, Cowboys did not
• A private Bon Jovi concert, where Jon sings my favorite song to me, "Bed of Roses" (it has that great line... "tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely") - so it wasn't private, but he still sang "Bed of Roses" and touched my hand on April 17
• A red Hermes Birkin bag - no Birkin, but two Coaches and a DB zebra bag
• One week with no news from Britney, Lindsey, or Angelina - um, don't think that happened
• A trip to Italy with someone tall, dark and handsome - next May with Joe and Estella! yay!
• Lasik eye surgery - nope
• Liposuction - nope
• A good coach for the Hogs - YES
• A 42" flat screen TV for the living room - yes, a beautiful Philips ambilight in time for the Superbowl
• A facial (never had one!) - not yet, but lots of massages and pedis
• Season 3 of "The Office" on DVD - Jen had to take it back, because I bought it for myself
• Sirius satellite radio - still no
• "Sixteen Candles" on DVD - yes
• Saute pan from Williams Sonoma - YES, with the GC Lon and Jen bought me
• A really amazing new job in 2008 - YES!!!
So here's my list before Christmas '08....
• Winning season for the Hogs
• Facial
• Season 4 of "The Office" on DVD
• Le Creuset stock pot
• A really fantastically great first date with a great guy
It amused me see what random thoughts I've had in the past year. Then I stumbled across last year's Christmas list. So here's the update:
• Tom Brady in a big, red bow (and nothing else!) - nope on that one, but after reading the interview in this month's Esquire, I'm convinced he's a wank
• Tickets to Super Bowl XLIII, where the Cowboys play the Pats - Pats made it, Cowboys did not
• A private Bon Jovi concert, where Jon sings my favorite song to me, "Bed of Roses" (it has that great line... "tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely") - so it wasn't private, but he still sang "Bed of Roses" and touched my hand on April 17
• A red Hermes Birkin bag - no Birkin, but two Coaches and a DB zebra bag
• One week with no news from Britney, Lindsey, or Angelina - um, don't think that happened
• A trip to Italy with someone tall, dark and handsome - next May with Joe and Estella! yay!
• Lasik eye surgery - nope
• Liposuction - nope
• A good coach for the Hogs - YES
• A 42" flat screen TV for the living room - yes, a beautiful Philips ambilight in time for the Superbowl
• A facial (never had one!) - not yet, but lots of massages and pedis
• Season 3 of "The Office" on DVD - Jen had to take it back, because I bought it for myself
• Sirius satellite radio - still no
• "Sixteen Candles" on DVD - yes
• Saute pan from Williams Sonoma - YES, with the GC Lon and Jen bought me
• A really amazing new job in 2008 - YES!!!
So here's my list before Christmas '08....
• Winning season for the Hogs
• Facial
• Season 4 of "The Office" on DVD
• Le Creuset stock pot
• A really fantastically great first date with a great guy
And the big news...
I have a full-blown, colossal-sized crush. And I can't tell you the last time that happened.
What is wrong with me? Ugh. I'm turning into a chick.
What is wrong with me? Ugh. I'm turning into a chick.
Adventures in leadership
Have you ever been bone-crushing, wearing tired? There's that feeling, and then there's that feeling plus two days of physical and mental exertion on the "adventure learning course" and late nights of watching the Olympics and visiting with people you just met who feel like friends you've known forever. I am exhausted.
On Thursday and Friday I had Leadership Benton County retreat, which I totally had a bad attitude about, and I loved. We spent the mornings getting to know more about ourselves and each other and the afternoons sweating at Base Camp. I was lucky enough to discover that there were plenty of climbers (those crazy enough to climb straight up 25 feet on a ladder, then strap themselves to someone else do go down the zip line, aiming for a tarp while dropping a small cushioned brain... long story), so I got to stay on the ground and attempt to catch the brains, which was much harder than it sounds. But just as weird.
Our last challenge was to balance on a large platform that had some sort of teeter-totter function. Imagine 38 adults who've known each other for 36 hours and have been sweating like fiends bunching up on a big platform all the while keeping it from getting unbalanced. Oh, and someone started singing "Rock the Boat." It could have been me. Then, after talking about our feelings and what we've learned, I booked it home to shower, put on makeup, and change for dinner on Beaver Lake. And since I was not counting on needing to shower nor getting lost in my time plan, I was a few minutes late.
The lake house used to be privately owned, but is now owned by a foundation that uses it for leadership retreats. It's gorgeous, with a beautiful, relaxing view of Beaver Lake outside of the dining room windows. We got a tour of the house, including the bomb shelter and extensive tunnel system underneath. Evidently the man who built it was a bit paranoid. How sad to live in such a beautiful place and not be able to enjoy it.
On the way home I talked to Hope on the phone, who was at Dad's watching a movie. She wouldn't say her ABC's for me, but she was trying to count to 100 very slowly. When my dad told her she skipped 15, she yelled, "Grandpa, I'm talking to Arney!" I laughed and said, "Sister, you did miss 15." She then said, "Well, Grandpa messed me up." Hmmm.. only four and already with the excuses. I was kind of glad she messed up, since the rate she was going we'd only be to 80 or so by now.
So I had a great, if tiring, couple of days. I spent yesterday napping and noshing on the Krispy Kreme donuts I bought because the hot light was on when I drove by Friday night. Now I'm watching the men win basketball gold at the Olympics and getting ready for church. But I'm sure there's another nap in my future.
Tomorrow I'm heading up one of the Day of Caring events in town. It involves manual labor. I haven't exercised in nearly two months, but I choose to get over that in a mere five days. Thankfully I have another massage scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
Four more days, then I'll be on my way to Temple. The Texas kind, not the Jewish kind. :)
On Thursday and Friday I had Leadership Benton County retreat, which I totally had a bad attitude about, and I loved. We spent the mornings getting to know more about ourselves and each other and the afternoons sweating at Base Camp. I was lucky enough to discover that there were plenty of climbers (those crazy enough to climb straight up 25 feet on a ladder, then strap themselves to someone else do go down the zip line, aiming for a tarp while dropping a small cushioned brain... long story), so I got to stay on the ground and attempt to catch the brains, which was much harder than it sounds. But just as weird.
Our last challenge was to balance on a large platform that had some sort of teeter-totter function. Imagine 38 adults who've known each other for 36 hours and have been sweating like fiends bunching up on a big platform all the while keeping it from getting unbalanced. Oh, and someone started singing "Rock the Boat." It could have been me. Then, after talking about our feelings and what we've learned, I booked it home to shower, put on makeup, and change for dinner on Beaver Lake. And since I was not counting on needing to shower nor getting lost in my time plan, I was a few minutes late.
The lake house used to be privately owned, but is now owned by a foundation that uses it for leadership retreats. It's gorgeous, with a beautiful, relaxing view of Beaver Lake outside of the dining room windows. We got a tour of the house, including the bomb shelter and extensive tunnel system underneath. Evidently the man who built it was a bit paranoid. How sad to live in such a beautiful place and not be able to enjoy it.
On the way home I talked to Hope on the phone, who was at Dad's watching a movie. She wouldn't say her ABC's for me, but she was trying to count to 100 very slowly. When my dad told her she skipped 15, she yelled, "Grandpa, I'm talking to Arney!" I laughed and said, "Sister, you did miss 15." She then said, "Well, Grandpa messed me up." Hmmm.. only four and already with the excuses. I was kind of glad she messed up, since the rate she was going we'd only be to 80 or so by now.
So I had a great, if tiring, couple of days. I spent yesterday napping and noshing on the Krispy Kreme donuts I bought because the hot light was on when I drove by Friday night. Now I'm watching the men win basketball gold at the Olympics and getting ready for church. But I'm sure there's another nap in my future.
Tomorrow I'm heading up one of the Day of Caring events in town. It involves manual labor. I haven't exercised in nearly two months, but I choose to get over that in a mere five days. Thankfully I have another massage scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
Four more days, then I'll be on my way to Temple. The Texas kind, not the Jewish kind. :)
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Hump day
I spent the morning in a three-hour book discussion. It's not even as interesting as it sounds. I drank a lot of coffee.
This afternoon I had a massage, and evidently I have the bone structure of a 90-year-old. But I did get so relaxed that I came home and took a five-hour nap. That's right. Five hours.
Now I'm doing laundry and packing for tomorrow. I have a leadership retreat for Benton County which is actually on campus, and we have to stay in a hotel. I'm all for following procedure, but the hotel is further from campus than my house. So I will pass my neighborhood on my way to pay to stay in a hotel. Weird. The good news is that it's supposed to rain tomorrow, so I'm praying that means we'll get to forego the high ropes course that was on the agenda for tomorrow. I am terrified of heights and hate doing that stuff.
Hopefully my five-hour nap will recharge me since I have to work the next two days and nights. But I know it's hard to feel sorry for me since I got a massage and came home to nap. Yeah, I'm a brat.
This afternoon I had a massage, and evidently I have the bone structure of a 90-year-old. But I did get so relaxed that I came home and took a five-hour nap. That's right. Five hours.
Now I'm doing laundry and packing for tomorrow. I have a leadership retreat for Benton County which is actually on campus, and we have to stay in a hotel. I'm all for following procedure, but the hotel is further from campus than my house. So I will pass my neighborhood on my way to pay to stay in a hotel. Weird. The good news is that it's supposed to rain tomorrow, so I'm praying that means we'll get to forego the high ropes course that was on the agenda for tomorrow. I am terrified of heights and hate doing that stuff.
Hopefully my five-hour nap will recharge me since I have to work the next two days and nights. But I know it's hard to feel sorry for me since I got a massage and came home to nap. Yeah, I'm a brat.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Belated update
Sorry I haven't posted anything personal in the past week. I suppose my excuses are numerous: (1) sleep deprivation due to late night dinners and too much Olympic fever; (2) extreme frustration from work stress; and (3) sheer laziness and lack of anything interesting to say.
Last week was one of the most stressful I've had in awhile. I had a total breakdown on Thursday night, crying for an hour and a half for no good reason. Seriously. I worked a 13-hour day, drove home and took off my shoes, and started just bawling because I was so worn out and fed up. So I dealt with my freak out the way any good American woman would... retail therapy. I paid off my credit card last Monday and now there's a Coach bag that will appear on my statement as a reminder of how shallow I am. But I feel better. And I look totally chic with my new hot handbag.
Today was filled with back-to-school chapel and meetings and lunches and e-mails and phone calls. Tomorrow's my only real day to "work" this week since I have a book discussion all day on Wednesday and a leadership retreat on Thursday and Friday. My life is filled with worthwhile events that cram my calendar and keep me from getting ahead on my to-do list.
I remember being in high school and dreaming about what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I distinctly remember wanting to manage people and make lots of money to buy $300 handbags, but nowhere in all of my daydreaming did I think I wanted to have meetings 80% of the time. This time last year I was stuck wasting six hours a day reading random stuff on the Internet, wishing I had a meeting to attend, and now I'm griping about meetings. The grass is always greener, I suppose, but there's got to be a happy medium in there someplace.
The good news is that my work stress is so much better and I'm not crying for no reason anymore. Plus, I have a really cute handbag.
There you go, Dad. Now you don't have to worry about me anymore.
Oh, and happy belated birthday to Shannon and to Granny Eck.
Last week was one of the most stressful I've had in awhile. I had a total breakdown on Thursday night, crying for an hour and a half for no good reason. Seriously. I worked a 13-hour day, drove home and took off my shoes, and started just bawling because I was so worn out and fed up. So I dealt with my freak out the way any good American woman would... retail therapy. I paid off my credit card last Monday and now there's a Coach bag that will appear on my statement as a reminder of how shallow I am. But I feel better. And I look totally chic with my new hot handbag.
Today was filled with back-to-school chapel and meetings and lunches and e-mails and phone calls. Tomorrow's my only real day to "work" this week since I have a book discussion all day on Wednesday and a leadership retreat on Thursday and Friday. My life is filled with worthwhile events that cram my calendar and keep me from getting ahead on my to-do list.
I remember being in high school and dreaming about what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I distinctly remember wanting to manage people and make lots of money to buy $300 handbags, but nowhere in all of my daydreaming did I think I wanted to have meetings 80% of the time. This time last year I was stuck wasting six hours a day reading random stuff on the Internet, wishing I had a meeting to attend, and now I'm griping about meetings. The grass is always greener, I suppose, but there's got to be a happy medium in there someplace.
The good news is that my work stress is so much better and I'm not crying for no reason anymore. Plus, I have a really cute handbag.
There you go, Dad. Now you don't have to worry about me anymore.
Oh, and happy belated birthday to Shannon and to Granny Eck.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Shame on you, Brett Favre
It's time to get over yourself, Brett Favre. I'm sure you must love being on the cover of every sports website, magazine, and television show. Someone obviously cares that your arm is sore after practice today, since both ESPN and si.com felt the need to make it a top story.
I, for one, am sick of it. And while I was never a Packers fan, I did enjoy watching watching you play. You seemed to have a love of the game that transcended ego.
But obviously your ego was too big to retire. Instead you thumbed your nose at the loyal Packers fans, asking to be traded to Minnesota or Chicago in order to compete against Green Bay.
What did those people ever do to you, except love you unconditionally? Even when you threw wild passes and had more interceptions than touchdowns. Even after a mediocre 8-8 season in 2006.
Those cheeseheads deserve better. So I therefore vow to root against the Jets every game they play this season. Even if it's against the Giants or Eagles.
Rock on, Aaron Rogers.
I have to wonder about your legacy. When you're inducted at Canton, will anyone be in the stands wearing #4? Probably not any Packers fans.
I, for one, am sick of it. And while I was never a Packers fan, I did enjoy watching watching you play. You seemed to have a love of the game that transcended ego.
But obviously your ego was too big to retire. Instead you thumbed your nose at the loyal Packers fans, asking to be traded to Minnesota or Chicago in order to compete against Green Bay.
What did those people ever do to you, except love you unconditionally? Even when you threw wild passes and had more interceptions than touchdowns. Even after a mediocre 8-8 season in 2006.
Those cheeseheads deserve better. So I therefore vow to root against the Jets every game they play this season. Even if it's against the Giants or Eagles.
Rock on, Aaron Rogers.
I have to wonder about your legacy. When you're inducted at Canton, will anyone be in the stands wearing #4? Probably not any Packers fans.
Monday, August 11, 2008
An open letter to fans of the Big XII
Dear Big XII fans,
Continue to root for your teams that produce Heisman trophy winners who don't get drafted. We know that we're the best conference.
Sincerely,
The SEC
Continue to root for your teams that produce Heisman trophy winners who don't get drafted. We know that we're the best conference.
Sincerely,
The SEC
Late night dinner and early breakfast
While I like to fancy myself quite metropolitan, sometimes I realize just how small town I can be. Tonight, I'm going out to dinner at 10:15. On a Monday. I've usually been asleep for an hour by then.
The craziest part is that I got little sleep last night since I got sucked into Olympics mania. I swore it wouldn't happen. I hate those sappy human interest stories and forced patriotism. But last night I caught the end of the USA gold-winning 4x100 meter race, and I was hooked. I cried through the National Anthem along with the President and 8 billion other people. Now I'm watching Chinese men tumble. And how about that synchronized diving? That's a trip.
I left for work at 7:10 a.m. I am so tired, but don't want to lose out on the chance to see my bro. And yes, I have to be at work at 7:15 again tomorrow morning.
Something tells me I'll be missing prime time Olympic action tomorrow night when I go to bed at 7 p.m.
The craziest part is that I got little sleep last night since I got sucked into Olympics mania. I swore it wouldn't happen. I hate those sappy human interest stories and forced patriotism. But last night I caught the end of the USA gold-winning 4x100 meter race, and I was hooked. I cried through the National Anthem along with the President and 8 billion other people. Now I'm watching Chinese men tumble. And how about that synchronized diving? That's a trip.
I left for work at 7:10 a.m. I am so tired, but don't want to lose out on the chance to see my bro. And yes, I have to be at work at 7:15 again tomorrow morning.
Something tells me I'll be missing prime time Olympic action tomorrow night when I go to bed at 7 p.m.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Are you ready for some football?
{Sigh.} I'm watching the Cowboys. All is right with the world again.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
TGI Thursday
I'm still sick. It's been a week and I'm tired of coughing my head off.
I slept 12.5 hours last night. I always wake up around 6:30 without an alarm, but I woke up at 9:30 this morning. Thankfully I'd already warned work that I would be late. I had a lunch meeting with some faculty and I coughed so much some chick brought me a glass of water.
This afternoon I went to Rogers for another meeting. I applied to be in a county leadership program and was accepted, so the fun and frivolity started this evening, when we were forced to mingle and describe ourselves in four words. My four: friends, faith, football and single. (Sorry, family! I had to get the single in there just in case.) In two weeks we have a retreat where we get to do a ropes course. I hate heights and it's 9,000 degrees outside. Can't wait!
Sorry I'm a grouch. I'm just so sick of being sick. I know that I've been running far too much lately and that my body's rebelling, but seriously, a lot of people are just as busy at work and have families. Jen worked a 31-hour shift this week in trauma, and she's less whiny than me.
I need a vacation.
Thankfully my boss took pity on me, told me to "pace myself," and to take the day off tomorrow. Yipee! I have one meeting I can't cancel, but other than that, I have 72 straight hours planned of Nyqil and movies and blessed napping.
I slept 12.5 hours last night. I always wake up around 6:30 without an alarm, but I woke up at 9:30 this morning. Thankfully I'd already warned work that I would be late. I had a lunch meeting with some faculty and I coughed so much some chick brought me a glass of water.
This afternoon I went to Rogers for another meeting. I applied to be in a county leadership program and was accepted, so the fun and frivolity started this evening, when we were forced to mingle and describe ourselves in four words. My four: friends, faith, football and single. (Sorry, family! I had to get the single in there just in case.) In two weeks we have a retreat where we get to do a ropes course. I hate heights and it's 9,000 degrees outside. Can't wait!
Sorry I'm a grouch. I'm just so sick of being sick. I know that I've been running far too much lately and that my body's rebelling, but seriously, a lot of people are just as busy at work and have families. Jen worked a 31-hour shift this week in trauma, and she's less whiny than me.
I need a vacation.
Thankfully my boss took pity on me, told me to "pace myself," and to take the day off tomorrow. Yipee! I have one meeting I can't cancel, but other than that, I have 72 straight hours planned of Nyqil and movies and blessed napping.
Happy birthday, Scott!
Birthday wishes to my cousin, Scott, who turns 36 today. He was lucky enough to be born near me both geographically and chronologically, so we were in the same class for 13 years. I found this pic the other day of us. What I want to know is (a) when was my stomach ever that flat? (b) why did my mother let me wear than unfortunate outfit? (c) what's with Scott's pants being unbuttoned? and (d) is that the ugliest carpet you've ever seen or what?
Anyway, happy birthday! And happy anniversary to you and your beautiful wife, Shannon!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Have bags, will travel
This marks the fourth week in a row that I've spent multiple nights out of town. And I'm tired.
This weekend I have major plans of doing nothing and lying around watching movies. I just have to get through the next two days of work.
Today was a pretty uneventful day in the Fort, but I did get to go see Emma and Parker after work. Sweet little E let me hold her while she took a short nap. Yesterday I got to hang out with my dad, brother, niece and nephew for lunch, then I had dinner with my grandmother and aunt. My aunt's from Germany and my grandmother wanted to know if she spoke Vietnamese in addition to German, English and French. Vietnam's in Europe, right?
This weekend I have major plans of doing nothing and lying around watching movies. I just have to get through the next two days of work.
Today was a pretty uneventful day in the Fort, but I did get to go see Emma and Parker after work. Sweet little E let me hold her while she took a short nap. Yesterday I got to hang out with my dad, brother, niece and nephew for lunch, then I had dinner with my grandmother and aunt. My aunt's from Germany and my grandmother wanted to know if she spoke Vietnamese in addition to German, English and French. Vietnam's in Europe, right?
Monday, August 4, 2008
Happy anniversary, Paul and Kathy
Happy 36th wedding anniversary, Memaw and Peep.
{Memaw, it wasn't the pic you expected, was it?}
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sinuses and sunburn
Well I'm back in Benton County for now. Lola and I have logged over 700 miles since Tuesday, and I'm pooped. I got sick in Kansas City on Thursday night, so when I got up yesterday morning, I had to go to the doctor for a shot to cure my sinus infection.
Yesterday afternoon Estella, Joe and I rented a pontoon boat on Lake Norfork. It was hotter than blue blazes, but we had fun. Now I'm sunburned and coughing and sniffling. Hopefully I'll get to feeling better soon.
Yesterday afternoon Estella, Joe and I rented a pontoon boat on Lake Norfork. It was hotter than blue blazes, but we had fun. Now I'm sunburned and coughing and sniffling. Hopefully I'll get to feeling better soon.
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