We’re moving…

We just found out that we are finally leaving Duncan. I couldn’t be happier we been here for too long. I just about tried every food place, I can try and shopped everywhere, I can shop.

My husband is not so happy about he move. He would rather stay close to his race car. It’s so far away from our cabin (11hrs) and where both sets of our parents (8hrs). It’s further than we’ve ever been from home, but it’s not for very long.

I am excited to be going someplace new. I’m ready for a change as I said before I’m not good at settling in one spot, I get a weird anxious like feeling and I start planning random trips and all I wanna do is go go go! I was planning a trip to Nashville. (Oh believe me we are still going) It’s just going to have to get pushed back a few months.

So we’re headed to Cuero, Texas tomorrow. (It’s in south Tx, close to San Antonio) I’m excited it’s only an hour or so to the beach and there is tons to do all around! Do you have any ideas for us? We’re only going to be there for about 2 months and Dillon even has the weekends off so I need lots of ideas. He’s not good at setting around the camper!

I’d love to have feed back. We need tons of new sights to see, new food to try, and new things to do!

Getting My First Tattoo…

I’ve always been certain that I wanted a tattoo, probably since around 15 – 16 years old! As a matter of fact, I can’t remember not wanting one! Of course, it’s never been the same thing. Oh, If you would have asked when I first wanted one I would have shown you a picture of this rose with a barbed wire stem. (I still have the picture, but I can’t remember where It came from). A few years later I would have told you all about the wings I wanted on my back. (My dilemma is that while I wanted wings on my back I didn’t want the big ones because they are always there no matter what you wear and to me, the small ones just weren’t right) so I waited. Well then there was the double pistoles faze, but I just couldn’t figure out where on earth I wanted to put it. Years later I’ve tried to talk my sisters into having cute little tattoos done together or even my Bestie (but we can’t agree on anything)
You see I come from a pretty conservative family. My dad especially has always had something to say about tattoos & piercing (he lost it when he found out I got my belly button pierced at 18) he also hated the fact that I have my ear lobes pierced 2x. But he was raised in a time where that didn’t happen and ladies didn’t do that kinda thing! (They also don’t curse like sailors either, so I’ve been fun for him)
So I’ve always felt that I’d like to be able to hide my tattoos if I wanted. Ya know from my dad, work, or whatever. But, also just to uphold this image I have of what I’m supposed to be. And as much as I’ve always wanted a tattoo I have a very opinionated view of where and where I do not want one on my body. So it’s always been a struggle to me. Also, I’m kinda sentimental so I want any tattoo to mean something to me. (But my first had to be very special) I wanted it to be special and to be able to look back on it and say yea that was a great time in my life. I’m very aware that tattoos are forever and I want to never regret it.
So I managed to make it to 29 years old before I got my first ink. The past few days have been an emotional roller coaster. I had been slightly pestering Dillon about how I wanted a tattoo. I had finally settled on this cute little stitched heart I picked out because I love to sew and always have. Nothing is going to change that.
Well then as the days wore on Dillon asked about the cute buck and doe we had talked about both getting once and I kinda fell in love with that idea again. So I kept asking and apparently it wasn’t subtle or sparingly because our friends decided they were going to take me & Dillon (more or less against his will) they said they were tired of hearing about it, so they were taking action. Walking through the doors I instantly felt nervous, not for the tatt or for the pain but for how permanent it was and how it would change me.
Now I have always been one to say I’d never get a name tattooed on my body (with the exception of my children) Dillon is the only person I have ever even considered of doing. After much thought, I’m scared that might jinx us so I stuck with just first initials.
The lady handed me the paperwork to fill out and I got down to it. One of the questions is what was the last time you ate. Well, I had had lunch, but no dinner yet, but D and I had both ate some brownies (I got at Great American Cookies in the outlet mall in OKC) right before we left. Well as I’m trying to explain this to the girl it dawns on me she might think I had “special brownies” so I tried explaining that it wasn’t but got my self into a fit of giggles. (I’m pretty sure that chick thought I was high as a kite) Anyways, as the lady is drawing it out trying to get it perfect for me as I watch and ask for certain things. I’m growing more nervous but at the same time there is this excitement growing and I can’t believe I’ve finally taken the steps to do something that I’ve wanted for so long. When she takes me back and sits me down and transfers the image to my arm I kinda want to make a run for the camper. My hands are sweating like crazy and I have a huge knot in my stomach. But I want it so much!
OMG people lie to you about how bad it hurts! “A little worse than a misquote bite” -Dillon. “Just a little, but then it goes numb. Heck, I fell asleep” -Sparky. Liars! I mean I didn’t cry or anything, I didn’t pass out, and I didn’t ask her to stop. I actually watched as much as I could it’s cool as sh*t! But I could definitely fell it!
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After it was all done I couldn’t hardly believe it. It was kinda like a dream. I have wanted it for so long that I couldn’t believe it was real. The fact that it was on fire made me know it wasn’t a dream, but walking out of there I was totally shocked and the permanence was definitely settling in on me!
So it has been a few days and I’m still stoked about it. I love it absolutely! I catch my self-feeling more like a bad a**, I can’t explain why and I laugh at myself normally after. Also, I forget about it when I’m busy doing something and I catch a glimpse of it and I think I have something on my arm. I know I’m a mystery even to myself. As for now, I’m not planning to get another one for awhile. One day I would still like to have one for Logan. I’d also like to go with my sisters still but we have some debating to do.
Oh Yea, I’m 29 and kinda freaking out about what my Dad will say when he sees it.

Hamburger soup

Ok, I’m like 90% sure you’ve heard of this and or you call it something different. 

I grew up on Hamburger soup although, Mom isn’t too fond of it. My Dad, sister, and I loved it. I now make it in my crockpot, for my family. It’s cheap it’s easy and it just reminds me of my childhood. (Am I the only one that associates memories with food?!?)

Ingredients 

  • 1 lbs hamburger meat (get the one with the lowest fat ratio)
  • 1/2 diced onion 
  • 1/2 tablespoons of seasoned salt
  • 1 can corn 
  • 1 can green beans 
  • 1 can diced potatoes 
  • 1 can pinto beans
  • 1 can carrots
  • 1 can petite diced tomatoes 
  • 1/2 stick of butter (sorry y’all but that makes it better)
  • Medium squirt of ketchup 

Cook hamburger meat, onions, seasoned salt on low in crock pot for 4 hours stirring occasionally. Then add your can goods juices and all. Add the ketchup. Stir. Add all that butter (try not to cringe too much) Stir frequently until butter is melted and all vegetables are warm. Enjoy! 

I normally make cornbread with it. But we also eat it with crackers occasionally.