Amy invited us down to her house on Saturday. She lives on Smith Lake. Jonathan and I headed out around 9:30. Need I say it was hot? Rode the jet ski, the pontoon, and swam lots. It was a lot of fun, and quite exhausting. I love the water! Took some pictures, and figured I'd share a few...
This handsome feller walked over from the neighbor's yard while I was lying in the hammock. I love dalmatians:
Here is the view from Amy's deck:
A couple of lake houses:
I got a sunburned a little, so I have spent the better part of last night and today lathering myself with aloe... which isn't a lot unlike other weekends.
Other highlights... I went running Friday. I was sweatin' like Dan Quayle at a spelling bee. (Oh, that was bad. I'll probably get an outdated analogy citation for that one.) Had dinner at Los Charros (Mexican) with my sister and her husband. Picked up a Bobby Brown greatest hits CD at Wal-Mart. (Yes, these are my weekend highlights. You know you wish you were listening to it right now.) It was only $9.72, so I couldn't pass it up. Today, the apartment kids created a new game. It's a really fun one where they ring my doorbell, then are gone when I get to the door. Fortunately, I was lying in bed in my underwear when they first played it, so I had to get up, put some shorts on and go to the door. Is it any wonder I love living here? Oh, and two cop cars were at the house across the street again Saturday night. Hope you all had a good weekend!
I keep having a dream where it's Christmas or Christmas Eve or whatever, time to exchange presents, and I have forgotten to shop. Sometimes I don't have any gifts for any of my family and sometimes I have only forgotten to buy for one or two people. It really distresses me. I love Christmas time and probably over-buy, if anything, for family. Interpretations?
Lance Armstrong wrote what will likely be the final chapter of his cycling career Sunday, winning a seventh straight Tour de France. I started following the tour back in the Greg LeMond/Miguel Indurain days. When Lance first came up, to me he seemed like a brash young punk who had not paid his dues. And although billed as America's cycling future, I had my doubts. Once he came back from cancer to ride the tour, I was immediately converted into a Lance Armstrong fan. Still I never thought he would even finish, much less win it, and much less seven times. I imagine that any person who survives cancer is a source of hope and inspiration for others. What better gift could you give anyone.
You had to be there...
(In the lake...)
"This water is really warm."
"Oh. Sorry about that." (Ewwww!)
"So when did that show come on, the forties?"
"Um, I don't know, maybe the fifties or early sixties. It might have been on in the late forties. When did TV even begin?"
"Well, in Back To The Future, they were just getting a TV in 1955."
"No matter what your friends try to tell ya, we were made to fall in love. And we will be together, any kind of weather. It's like that. It's like that..."