the cocktail cruise {sparkling glass}

the cocktail cruise.
every night after dinner.
with your drink of choice.
although by the last night i was wishing i had brought no drink b/c i spent the entire time giving my drink {red, might i add} to everyone but myself.
strawberry jarritos.
not very relaxing.
but intermitently tasty.
still,
lesson learned:
do not bring personal drink on cocktail cruise in the future.
there will be nothing personal about it.
despite the drink charade,
the cocktail cruise is my most favorite part of the day.
all cozied up in sweatshirts and pajama pants.
admiring the houses and campers around the lake.
with the sun setting.
and the moon starting to shine down.
making the lake glow like sparkling glass.
heaven.

 and here my friends is my parent's lake house:

 just kidding!!!

this is what is fondly referred to as the

"miami vice"

house.

you can see why.

wish we could have seen it when a party was going on.

i wonder if anyone wears white suits with tourqoise green shirts when they go to a party there.

i definitely would

so hot right now.

...

and of course,

no boating trip would be complete without a good pee off the back of the boat. 

a DAILY occurance.



and that was just the first day.

look at those ground beefs

on the drive from the airport to the lake house we passed by a lot of grass fed beef.

i wanted to buy them.

it's on my list of "to do" this week.

i hope they ship...

orvis cattle company was the one we passed.

in the middle of our grass fed beef talk brennan yells from the back seat,

"look at those ground beefs!"

pointing at the cows.

so proud i have taught my son where ground beef comes from.

we all laughed.

really loud.

and then he told us to stop laughing at him.

b/c that was mean.

such a funny kid.

we changed into our bathing suits about 5 minutes after walking in the door.

and stayed in them until we left.

i put 5 shirts of sean's in the washing machine this morning and wondered why he put them in there b/c i don't remember ever seeing him wear actual clothes while we were there.

but the thought of questioning why they were in there was too exhausting.

so i put them in.

and now they are clean and wet.

and i'm still wondering if they were really dirty at all.

nothing like a good day of laundry to get us back in shape and out of our melancholy of missing our family and the lake.

who wants to watch my kids while i go to the grocery store???

really.

i'm serious.

Home

Home.
To no food in our house.
A stack of mail.
And green beans and sweet baby tomatoes growing in my garden.
With a REAL jack-o-lantern vine.
And sunflowers taller than me.
Ok, not taller than me,
But really tall.
Like they grew over a foot while we were gone.

And even though it's sunday,

I weeded for half an hour until the sun went down.
I could not contain myself.
Couldn't bare to let the morning glory have their way with my tomatoes any longer!
Home:)

The Egyptians and Honey

This morning I smeared peanut butter and honey on my toast, and my dad asked,
"did you know honey is one of the few foods that never goes bad?"
Going bad is a relative term with honey.
I like mine fresh, gooey, and silky, but when it comes down to it,
It tastes the same whether it's fresh off the shelf or thousands of years old.
I know this bc my dad said,
"you know, they found it in the Egyptian pyramids. Still good."
And I thought,
I didnt know that.
Despite building a model of a pyramid in mr. Cox's 8th grade social studies class.
I loved his class.
And the egyptian pyramids.
And honey.
Especially on peanut butter toast.
The honey.
Not the Egyptians.
And did you know one honey bee only produces an ounce of honey in it's entire life?
I'm not even sure that's true,
But that's what my dad said he thought was true.
and then he said maybe it wasn't,
but wouldn't it be interesting if it was?
I truly do not want to fly home.
We've had too much fun.
Bon voyage!