Spring has Sprung

After what seemed like an especially long winter, spring has finally full sprung at Goodwin Ranch, and we could not be more pleased about it.

Even Mountain Man has been smiling more since he can wear shorts and flip flops.

To celebrate mother nature taking mercy on us, we hosted a BBQ this weekend to watch a local raft race--people in the community build rafts and have to float just under 2 miles down the river.  There are fun costumes and really creative raft ideas.  We moved the grill right over to the river for optimum spectating.

The weather was perfect, and I was in high heaven being able to wear sandals again and sit outside in the sun with friends.

Even Mr. Texas himself joined us!

Sunday was recovery day.  My 11 mile run turned into a 6 mile run, and then I came home and promptly fell asleep outside for a solid hour.  It was just what the doctor ordered.

It is so nice having the doors and windows open again so we can hear the river trickling by, hear the birds chirping, smell the scents of BBQ wafting over, and other spring smells like dirt and grass and rain.  I love seeing the sun set over our little piece of river every night, dusk getting later and later each night.

I love spring.

Happy Monday' y'all.

Embarrassment for Entertainment's Sake

I have had some slight writers block these last couple of weeks, but instead of going completely dark and just wrapping up shop, I thought I would share with you three old embarrassing stories to entertain you with this Friday morn.  Hopefully more blogging to come.

Here is to getting to know a whole new side of me.

 

1.

When I was a young teen I went camping with my summer camp.  This wasn't camping at a camp site, this was middle of the woods, nowhere to go, cooking over a fire camping.  It was raining (of course) and in the middle of the night I had to pee.  Since we were in the middle of the Massachusetts wood with not a bathroom to be found for miles, and it was cold raining, and because I never learned how to pee in the woods, I decided to take a cup (and my best friend and a flashlight) out into the woods to do my business.  I had on HUGE baggy sweatpants and I really didn't want to take them off to pee (it was cold and rainy and we were in the woods and I don't know how to pee if I am not on a toilet) and my 15 year old wisdom told me that I could pee into the cup while holding it IN my huge baggy sweatpants.  Just like when you pee into a cup at the doctors, right (minus the sweatpants part)? 

Except I was peeing into a DIXIE cup, which holds a total of about 2 ounces.  So of course my dixie cup started over flowing.  Into my pants.  Which made me laugh.  Which made me pee harder.  Which made me drop the dixie cup of urine.  In my pants.  And I kept on peeing.

It should also be noted that I was making out with a boy in my tent before all of this, and he was expecting me to come back and finish our makeout sesh.

2.

A couple of years ago we went to visit some of Mountain Man's old college friends.  Being that I am entering the golden years, I was exhausted as soon as the sun went down and decided to take a nap while the rest of the guys sat on the couch and shot the shit.  I made my self comfortable with my head on Mountain Man's lap and stretched out over the rest of the guys and swiftly fell asleep.

Only to be woken to the guys all laughing.

Because I had been farting in my sleep.

While laying on top of them all.

3.

When I first started my current job, my new coworker was giving me a tour of some offices.  We were climbing up a set of (very public) stairs and I tripped.  UP the stairs.  Already embarrassing, but then, instead of reaching out to grab, oh, I don't know, the railing, another step, etc, I reached up and grabbed my new coworkers butt to stop my fall.  We had known each other a grand total of five minutes and I was using her posterior to cushion my landing for falling up the stairs.

Happy Friday, y'all.

It's been awhile

 
 I haven't bogged for 16 days and I have no excuses save for one--I have been enjoying having a life with my husband again and it is taking all of my time.

Lame excuse, eh?

In the winter I become a single woman.  I lose Mountain Man to the mountain (shocker, eh?) and from Thanksgiving until the end of March we do not have a day off together.  It aint no walk in the park, let me tell you.  Unless that walk in the park is uphill both ways in the freezing rain.  Then I suppose it is a walk in the park.

But I digress.

For the last three weekends Mountain Man has been back, and oh mylanta, life is wonderful again.  I feel like I am in an Allegra commercial (apres allergy pill) where everyone is smiling and singing and flowers are popping up and everyone is just so happy.

Except we still have snow on our lawn and if I started singing how much I loved Mountain Man while walking down the aisles of Hannafords he might hand me divorce papers.

Again, I digress.

Over the last three weekends we have relaxed, laughed, and enjoyed ourselves more than we have done since last fall.  Let me tell you what a difference it makes to have time off together again:

Remember when you were young and started falling in love with your partner and you had those fun butterflies?  Well, 12+ years later I still have that for Mountain Man and those butterflies are back in full force after hibernating all winter.  

First we made vodka spiked lemonade out of the lemons we were handed (winter skiing conditions at the end of March) and went skiing.

Then we took a little trip and went (indoor) skydiving (and shopping. and eating.)  Even the 4 hours spent in the car were fun.

Then my Mountain Man and I hit the road again and enjoyed each others company (and too many cocktails) and pranks and outdoors and old friends.  I was even taken on a proper happy hour mini date (those are a real thing).

Swoon, I am glad to have a husband again :)