Times Are A Changin'

This past weekend we flew to the great state of Texas to load up a 10 ft. truck with the rest of my earthly belongings. I like to think it was teamwork that made the loading of the truck go by so easily but in all honesty it was the man of my dreams being all dreamy and getting the job done. He even managed to figure out the freight elevator without any of us cursing or losing a limb!

 

I was able to meet up with friends from work and my brother for lunch at my favorite Indian restaurant, Roti Grill. This place seriously has the BEST Chicken Tikka Masala, the baby agrees! The meeting of Dave and my brother, Michael, went extremely well. I am thinking their future holds many conversations about Slayer, road rage, and the ease of growing beards.

 

 

 

The best part of driving a "big rig" is well driving a "big rig"! I may or may not have referred to the scene before me as "the open road" a few to many times. What can I say, I may be made for sitting up high, old school country radio stations, and 10 minute power naps. Props to Dave for taking the better part of the driving duties so I could take quite a few of those power naps.

 

 

 

Even though we were on a mission to get back to the west coast, we managed to stop so Dave could:

 

 

wrestle a bull

 

befriend dinosaurs

 

and for us to purchase baby's first prezzie

 

 

 a sweet pair of moccasins!

 

Glad to be home in our comfy bed but man oh man I gotta say I miss my home state and all the people who make it wonderful.