Well, the house is finally done. I've got some piddly things left to do on it, but all the big projects seem to be done. It's also starting to feel like home finally, which is nice.

I went camping with my dad this weekend at lake Whitney and it made me wonder why I don't do it more often. I mean, it was great, really nice. We just sat by the water late at night and talked and fished. Then we drove around in the morning and checked out some of the other sights around the lake that we hadn't seen before. No rush, no hurry, no schedule. We saw lots of deer, caught some fish, and tried out a new tent (which was awesome). Hope to go back soon, maybe next weekend.

Also, Go Stars!

Before These Crowded Streets

The view from our balcony in Houston. It's a nice night, thunderstorm out, coffee on the balcony. Relaxing. I sat back, drank some coffee, and became fixated on the street light near the center of the photo. I just watched as the rain hit it and ran off down the dome before the wind swept it immediately to the left as it fell from the fixture.

Noticing how much different life feels when I'm at work and at the casa. Makes sense. Feel like I need to take some aspects of my life less seriously. No sense in getting so stressed out and uncomfortable just because of the people I'm around. It would be nice to let that go.

Simple thought, difficult application.

In other news, I've began reading my bible again recently. Nice.

Go Stars.

Strange how a few little things can make a place feel more like home

Heath and I found an apartment here in Houston that leases month to month and moved in the day before yesterday. It was really nice to begin with, but pretty empty. Just two air mattresses and some office equipment in a 3 bed 2 bath apartment.

Yesterday we bought some towels, rugs, dishes, groceries and other things and spent last night getting everything set up. Don't get me wrong, it is still far from full with no TV, furniture, etc., but this morning I ate some healthy cereal (instead of fast food or donuts), made a lunch (instead of eating chinese, burgers, or pizza for lunch/dinner), used some new toothpaste, new soap, stepped out of the shower onto my new rugs, and put on my new jacket. It just feels better.

They're just things, but what a difference it makes when you feel like you've got somewhere that is yours to go back to at night.

Also, I've been revisiting Dave Matthews band's album Crash. Folks....I've missed it. Two Step, Crash into me, Let you down, Cry Freedom, Say goodbye, Proudest Monkey, and so much more.

And tomorrow say goodbye.........

Gas prices down, bonus chicken on the rise

Some days I feel like I should have just stayed in bed. Not today.....

Today on my way to work I stopped in for gas and filled up........$56 bucks ladies and gentlemen.....$56 bucks.

I rolled out of that gas station feeling pretty good about the day, but little did I know.

Next stop......chick-fil-a.

"I'll have a #1 Chicken biscuit meal with coffee please."

Sweet Chick-fil-a lady, " Thank you, pay at the second window"

I drive through, pay, and get my chicken biscuit, "hashbrowns", and coffee.

But what do you think happened when I opened my "hashbrowns".....oh yeah, that's right......not hashbrowns, but chicken nuggets.....that's right.....bonus chicken nuggets. What a trade up. I mean, don't get me wrong, who doesn't like hashbrowns, but chicken nuggets is definately an upgrade.

So my day has gone, now I'm sitting in the help room and almost no one is here, so I got out my computer and I'm typing up a blog for the first time in a long time.

Who knows. Maybe I'll be home soon.

Maybe I should have gotten up earlier to soak in more of this glorious day.

Come on Ike.....let's do this

So I'm told and so the story goes that Texas may be where we (Heath and I) get to work, but there is a chance we'll be working in Louisiana.

I'm ready to get out of this place anyways, don't know why, just got tired of it really quickly.

Everybody asks me how she's doing
has she really lost her mind
Everybody asks me how she's doing
Since she went away
I said I couldn't tell you I'm OK
I'm OK

It's Rockport and you've got some Rosa's

I got a much appreciated visit from T-rock (and it don't stop) last week. I don't see him or Darrell near as much as I'd like, but the beautiful thing is that when we see each other it's like it always has been. It's awesome. These two men probably don't understand how important they are to me. So all joking aside you guys help me remember how life should be when things aren't rolling just how I want them too. I don't really know how to explain it, but hangin' with you two is kind of like...well, maybe you'll understand this. It's like going to bed here tired, dirty, and sick, but when I wake up there's a breeze blowing in from the window, the bed sheets feel clean, white, and cold. I sit up and feel clean too, like I just got out of the shower. It's quiet, except for some birds, and the sound of the breeze with a faint slush of water. There's fresh coffee on the nightstand. I roll out of bed and my muscles are loose like I just had the best stretch of my life.....grabbing the coffee I walk slowly out into a familiar place. Sliding the door back I step out onto the balcony.....it's Rockport and you've got some Rosa's.

Been kayaking twice since my last post. Nice. I need to get my camera fixed so I can post pictures.

Also had a great game of disc golf yesterday.