Blue Bell and paddle boarding

Hola, it’s me again. Chiming in a lil late to share some Labor Day weekend photos. Meant to do this Monday night, and Tuesday night, etc. BUT HERE I AM ON THURSDAY NIGHT, blog blog blogging away!

First, I’d like to share a snap from this weekend:

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We party SO HARD.

After eating our weight in ice cream Saturday night, we decided the best thing to do would be to put on bathing suits and hang out at the lake. We both learned to paddle board…and so did Tory.

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So regal. JK, she was FREAKIN’ out at the time of this photo. But we are THOSE parents who force their children to try new things to ensure they REALLY hate it.

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That’s my brother. Casey did not suddenly dye his hair and get a bunch of tattoos. Tory had so much fun with her Aunt Breia, who coincidentally also frequently gets held like a human child:

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Lastly and most importantly, my stepdad got up on skis and showed us all how it’s done.

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He’s so fancy. You already know.




Good Talk and Jennifer Aniston


While getting ready for work one morning…

Casey: You are the prettiest girl in the world.

M: Even prettier than Jennifer Aniston?

C: Megan, do you really think I have a chance with Jennifer Aniston?

M: So, I’m not the prettiest girl in the world. I’m the prettiest girl you had a chance with.

C: Isn’t that what I said?


Before we left for an evening out…

M: Bye, kittens! Have a wonderful evening!

C: Later, f***ers.


While walking along the bayou with my friends, Taylor and Kristyn…

Guy on bicycle: Hey there, ya lil honey dips!

T, K & M: *flattered despite not knowing what a honey dip is*

About a half hour later…

Guy on bicycle: Oh, lookee! There those honey dips again!

So, obviously we had to look up “honey dip.” Turns out there are a few definitions.

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Learn somethin’ new errrrry day.

Wine and family photos

My weekend started with Abbey and Kristyn and ended that way too. They make good bread to my weekend sandwiches. The bread is usually the best part of a sandwich in my opinion. What I’m trying to say is Abbey and Kristyn were the best part of my weekend.

We started at Cru for some wine…and dessert.

Abbey teaches with my mother-in-law, so naturally we had to take a selfie at one point in the the night to send to her.

David, one of my newspaper/college friends was in town to write about Aggie football, and it’s always fun to see that kid. He obviously looks really gangster in this picture with his little hand signals and serious facial expression, but let me assure you, he is the opposite of gangster. Whatever that is.

And eventually I met up with my brother where we scored some awesome family photos. Mom, I already know what you’re going to ask, and yes, you can use these for the Christmas card this year.

Someone even sent me this gem the next morning, so I think we can all agree I had a good time.

Needless to say, I don’t think we really need to talk about Saturday.

But Sunday, we had game night at Abbey’s house. We played Pictionary, which I felt pretty confident about going in, but it is actually very difficult to draw “attach.” Especially when it’s so hard to draw a paper clip and stapler.

Camels and chicken

Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, what day is it, Mike?

My sister-in-law has me obsessed with this commercial. HUMP DAY!

P.S. two weeks ago, there was a camel at Chick-fil-a. It was not nearly as well groomed or well-acquainted with the English language as the Geico camel. Also, this camel drinks Dr. Pepper, so I’m guessing he has diabetes in addition to chronic bad breath and also a horrible disposition.

Switching topics, because camels are only mildly interesting, I got to meet Baby Jack!

He laughed all my jokes, and by jokes, I mean huge kisses on his face.

Also, Casey has been really dramatic lately…

Conversations and Lochte

Last night I was catching up on “What Would Ryan Lochte Do?” because I can’t stop myself. I asked Casey how it felt to have his sport represented by Ryan Lochte. He thought about it for a long time and then texted his old teammate, Tyler, the same question. Tyler’s response:

“It’s rather like watching your own kid. In the back of your mind, you know he’s not the brightest one on the playground, but damned if anyone else is gonna say anything bad about him; you’re too proud, you don’t wanna hear it. At sixteen, you know he means well, so you give him pass after pass, despite the accumulation of completely totalled used Honda Accords (ie his morning show interviews) and ignore the whole D+ average at school (aka the quality of his Twitter feed and the horrific hashtag “#jeah”). He’s the only one we’ve got out there, so even as he embarrasses himself, we stand by him…cringing the whole way.”


In a separate conversation:

Casey: All our bowls are in the dishwasher, and they’re hot, so I can’t put my ice cream in any of them.

Me: Well, why don’t you use the bowl I just used?

Casey: Because you have cooties. So I’m going to put one of the clean bowls in the freezer for awhile.


Casey: I’m just kidding. You don’t have cooties.


Cooties are a sensitive subject around here.

I only curse recreationally, so don’t be mad about it.


Conversations and juicing

Whenever Casey tells me something is wrong, I almost always assume he put the cats in one of our appliances. It’s one of my irrational mother fears.

Stacie and I often discuss health. She is really good at juicing. I am not, because 1. I don’t have a juicer, and 2. It seems like a difficult device to clean.