Category Archives: Jacob

Mar17

Wine tour, anyone? Yes, please!!

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Jacob bought me a wine tour package for my birthday this year. We had the opportunity to pick any tour so we decided on one celebrating St. Patty’s Day. The tour was yesterday, March 16th, and we were all supposed to wear green to celebrate. Other than knowing brunch was included and we would visit three wineries, I had no idea what to expect.

This Sunday fell at the end of a long week of celebrating SXSW so when it was time to head to the tour, I thought it would be best to pick up some Dramamine to help with any nausea that may occur from drinking and driving around the hill country. Dramamine can make me very loopy and tired so after eating I decided to only take one pill instead of the recommended two. We quickly met new friends at the brunch and on the bus but, I wasn’t myself. The Dramamine was kicking my butt and I just wanted to fall asleep.

Jacob and I shared a bottle of wine on the way to our first winery. We then tasted five different samples with our new friends and I was becoming very silly and giggly. I felt like I had been drinking for hours. We got back on the bus to head to the second winery and I closed my eyes. Jacob told me to rest up because we still had a couple of hours left. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at the second winery.

As we’re pulling up the drive, our tour guide reminds us that this winery is “celebrating their 2nd anniversary and oh look, they have roosters!” Then, as if it had been scripted for me, I yell, “I LOVE COCKS!” just as everyone was quietly listening to the tour guide. No one said a word.

I looked at Jacob for fear of being in trouble and he smiled, gave me a high five, and said “She’s awake!” The tour guide and rest of the people on the bus just start laughing. From there, the jokes just keep coming.

We had an absolute great time on the tour. If you’re ever in Austin or want to do a wine or brewery tour, you should visit http://www.texaswinos.com. Richard was a great guide. He loved to entertain us and make sure we had a great time. And! He didn’t even yell at me when I broke my souvenir wine glass on the bus 15 minutes before the tour was over!!

Our new friends!

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Feeling the love…and the wine.

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Photo Bomb!

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Nov24

Helllooooooo, World!!!

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Oh my goodness I think it’s been 17 months since my last post and I’m ready to start writing again!!

In the last year my husband and I have met a niece, a couple of second cousins, had two graduations, thought we were going to move, didn’t move, moved apart (we’re still married), went to Panama, Key West, planned for a trip to Africa, and dealt with a ton of little things along the way. Now? I’m on a board for a tap dancing company and invested in a salon…and this is just to keep me busy. I’m not sure what’s next and I’m looking forward to it. With the hubby going away for two months for school I’m looking to get into new things. Post me back if you have any recommendations.

I’m watching the AMAs and Rhianna just accepted the first ever Icon Award at the age of 25. I’m not sure what qualifies her above others to receive this award but people across this globe definitely know her for several reasons. At nearly 36 , I’m all for becoming an Icon, at least within my group of friends and family. (And, I want to go to Barbados to meet Rhianna’s family.)

So, if you didn’t notice the message in this post, Bring It On, World! Let’s get this party started and let’s see what we (you and me) can do.

Until next post…

Feb22

A nice conversation

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Right click on the link to open in a new window and hit play to listen while you read: We are young

 

The setting: Jacob and I were laying in bed.  He was asleep and I was up watching Conan.  The band Fun had just started playing their new hit “We are young.”

Jacob wakes up: I love this song but it sucks live.

Me: Conan said it’s their first live performance singing this song.  They’re supposed to be in Dallas at the House of Blues in March.

Jacob: Cool.  What’s the name of the group?

Me: Fun.

Jacob: Fun?  Can you text that to me?

Me: You want me to text Fun to you so you can remember it?

Jacob (very sleepy): Yes.  I don’t think I can remember it in the morning.

Me: Okay.

So I text Fun to Jacob.

The End.

Nov2

I love you more than meatballs.

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Work has been crazy.  And when I say this, I mean that I leave the office and cannot form sentences because my mind has been ripped to shreads.  With too much going on at work, plus my crazy travel, plus school…it seems that I’m drowning at times.  On Monday, I drove home from work and couldn’t even remember the drive because I was in zombie mode.  There was no way I could cook dinner, much less decide what to make, so I asked Jacob to pick up dinner on his way home from school.  We decided on Subway and we both wanted meatball subs.

*Side note: The name Subway Meatball Sub doesn’t sound good.  Just like the McRib, with its formed meat to look like ribs, doesn’t sound good.  But every now and then, the meatball sub is good mood food.

Jacob got home and we grabbed our sandwiches.  I had the 6-in and he had the footlong.  I unwrapped mine and digged in.  So good!!  He opened his and opened the bread and found that one side didn’t even have meatballs in it, just bread and sauce!!  With a mouth full of sub I was like, “wilwy?”  He said, “YES! And, I even asked the guy if he put meat on it because it just looked like sauce!”  The other side only had three meatballs, which was just as disappointing.  Poor guy was so hungry and so exhausted from his long day that annoyance overcame him.  He picked up his sub, went to the back door, opened the sliding glass door, and threw the sub out the door!

The evening didn’t end up a happy one.  Everytime I let the dogs out to potty, I had to keep them away from the random meatballs on the ground and the sub sliding down the rock wall.

Today, two days later, I get an email from Jacob.  I won’t bore you with the details but at the end he wrote, “…I hope you still love me like a fat kid loves cake.”  My response? “I love you like the subway guy loves his meatballs.”

Jacob told me tonight that he sent a complaint email to Subway and received a call back from a manager.  He gets a free meal on them.  Maybe he’ll get extra meatballs!