French Lick Resort

Hello Caroline.

I was so happy to see you at "The Plaza Hotel" which was actually the French Lick Springs Resort and Hotel.

Here is my sweetest little Tennessee gal in her jeans that her mother bribed her to wear. Lil' C won't wear anything that is tight and constricting. I wonder where she gets that? Not from her Juicy Couture wearin' Aunt Bee, who refuses to recognize that her J.Lo style velour sweatpants went out of style about 4 years ago. Comfort is key with us.

Katie and Caroline met up with Mother and me for a fun girls' night out. Our day started out in a rocking way. I mean that literally. Caroline tried to rock herself into the foundation of the hotel.

Then she moved on to a pony ride. She was all about it. I believe YaYa even asked her if she wanted a pony for her own house. Hello? I was forced to remind everyone of Bonnie Blue Butler and how she tried to make that jump with her pony. We all know how that ended. Rhett and Scarlett never recovered. Fortunately there were no fences to jump-

It was cold and we all kind of look alike in this photo. Katie looks like Mom. I look like a hybrid of Jane and Bob.

Here I am introducing Caroline to the goats. They were pushy. They wanted to eat everything. I told C all about one of my favorite books, Gregory the Terrible Eater. He is a goat who eats naughty things. I don't think she believed me until she watched that big goat eat the tissue that I had just used to blow my nose. That goat was quick! I hope he doesn't get a sinus infection from that snot rag of mine.

Then we moved on to the French Lick Winery. Katie and Mom were refined with Pinot Grigio. I slurped down something called Ruby Rhazz. I like my wines classy. Katie hushed me after I proclaimed to the entire wine bar, "With a name like Smuckers, you know it's good." People don't always appreciate my sarcastic humor. I say, if your wine tastes like jam, then you should be prepared to deal with comments like that. Oh, and I'll have a second glass, thanks.

I asked Caroline to stand in the beautiful hallway of our hotel. I then pulled out a pinafore dress and a matching twin doll and asked her to repeatedly say REDRUM. She didn't go for it. I succeeded in sufficiently freaking out my mother and sister though. Danny isn't here, Mrs. Torrance. I think I watch too many movies.

Bowling in hot pink sequin pants? Absolutely!

Pool time!

I got quite the arm workout catching Li'l C repeatedly as she leapt from the side of the pool with reckless abandon. She's social, you know, so she made friends. I ended up catching half the kids from French Lick too. Mom and Katie sipped daquiris poolside.

End of trip at the buffet. We were tired. We were also wearing matching black yoga pants, without the actual practicing of yoga. Here I schooled Caroline on eating all that one can possibly stuff into one's mouth when dining at a buffet. Hence the stretch black yoga pants.

We had such a marvelous time!

Robby Goes to Law School Prom

Little brother Rob (by 19 months) and his girlfriend Meghan attended Indiana University's Barrister's Ball, aka Law School Prom. They got all dolled up and erroneously shared this link with the Bets. I love a good photo booth. So does Robeghan.

Lastly, I leave you with another photobooth fave of mine-

Why the long face, Court?

What a CAT-astrophe!

You know you loved that pun. Don't try to deny it. I love Kashmir, as you all know. The only problem with that blessed gift straight from the Lord Jesus is her hair output quotient is sometimes greater than her cuteness factor. Listen to those math terms! Snap! I'm pretty sure I'm not using them correctly, but whatevs...I teach reading.

I just used the last of my Macy's wedding gift cards on this baby-

A Bissell hand held pet hair vacuum. I totally feel the Magic of Macy's. I'm not kidding. This thing totally sucks, and in such a good way. I've sucked up every inch of cat hair that isn't still attached to the cat.

Speaking of the cat, let me post this totally gratuitous photo that showcases the beauty of my tumbling tendrils far more than it does the cuteness of that little Himmy of mine.

I said it. My hair looks awesome. Fish face looks straight up pissed.

Speaking of precious kitties, T and I had a visitor this week in the form of a 19 lb Ragdoll cat. Dad bought Finny for my mom when my Nanny's old cat Yetti 2 died. She was Yetti 2 because she was the second Yetti that Nanny had. Nanny was very creative, except when it came to naming cats. Anyway, Dad tried to ease Mom's pain by buying a very overpriced purebred Puss that was guaranteed to cuddle, hence the breed name "Ragdoll."

Guess who totally got hosed for like $800? My dad! Finn looks good, but he doesn't want to be held any more than the fool feline pictured above him. By the way, who pays for a cat? My family does. So there.

He spent the day skulking around the house, and then we took him to the Indianapolis airport on a field trip to meet my mom and dad. They were returning from a vacation in Naples. Big Boy Puss anxiously awaited their arrival.

Trinity drove us. I had to take this picture because he totally looks like Justin Bieber to me here with his black hoody. I have Bieber Fever, so it works.

This was a totally odd little post, even for me. In other news, I ordered my new swimsuit. Score! I actually opted for a tankini, and it looks decent. I hate that word "tankini" so don't expect me to repeat it if I run into you while wearing it. I also tried that banana pudding milkshake from the Chick and it didn't disappoint. I think I swooned a bit as I slurped. You need to get one. Lastly, I wacked my hair off. It's way short. Pictures to follow. Toodles-

An Engagement Video

I think our engagement story was wonderful. It was perfect. However, I think this might be the cutest thing I've ever seen. If T ever reenacts his proposal, I want a white Persian kitten involved.

1st Birthday madness!

I attended Frankie's first birthday party this past Saturday. I'll start with the most important part of the soiree, the CAKE.

The layers were as followed, described perfectly to me by Frankie's father, Mark:

Bottom: chocolate with banana pudding filling

Middle: lemon with raspberry filling

Top: vanilla with vanilla buttercream filling

Now I was totally kidding about that cake being the most important part! We all know you can't have cake unless you have a birthday girl. Unless you are me, and then you have cake like every day, and twice on Sunday.

Frankie!

She was looking quite stylish in her dress, enjoying all of the festivities with her mother Gina.

Gina Lou grew up across the street from me. We may have had a battle or two over Cabbage Patch dolls and her giant trampoline, but we made it through, and our friendship has now lasted over 20 years. Gina gives me hope that I will be a skinny minnie post baby.

Caroline and I toasted the birthday girl with these fancy cups and sherbet punch. I swear, what's in that stuff? Meth? It tastes so great, especially when paired with cake. Who would think that like pineapple juice, raspberry sherbet and 7Up would combine to make a substance as addictive as crack cocaine? Speaking of sherbet, why won't spell check allow me to put an r in there? We say "sherbert" like rhymes with Herbert. Not, sher-bet, ends with what starts my name! That makes me unhappy. Oh, well, CHEERS and moving on...

Nash Potato is stinkin' cute. I tried to get him to hang out with me all day. I was a creeper. I might have said things like:

"Come with me, I have a lollipop in my pocket."

"I've lost my puppy. Will you help me find it?"

"Help me move this couch into my windowless van."

It seems his mother has already taught him about stranger danger. Damn! I actually kid. He was nice enough to let me hold him a few times and get my sweet little boy fix.

Caroline went to town on that pinata!

Then she donned her party favor shades and went home to play with Uncle Trinity.

Yay for a great par-tay!

St. Patty's Day Pics

We went out for an after school/work cocktail to celebrate all of that green nonsense yesterday. I insisted that we get photos of our green attire. T looks so sweet-

until he took these. These are "in preparation" shots for me to get ready for my photo.

I'm taking off my sweatshirt...

I'm sitting all erect...

I'm showing off my whale sized blow holes and a clavicle that will cut your finger off.

I shan't include the "good" picture. It wasn't any better. I chided him telling him these photos were supposed to be for the blog, my online attempt to always look fashionable and cool. I think I've been quite successful with that endeavor, right? I mean, I post pictures like these.

San Juan, here we come!

I am a very happy girlie today. Trinity and I booked our little week long vacation this summer to celebrate one year of marriage. I suggested a trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico. He actually went for it!

I have been there. I traveled there with my original true love, C. Lo, back in August, 2008.

I am now returning there with my current true love, Sweet T.

I got a recommendation to stay at La Concha from the lovely Jessie @

www.gimleteyed.blogspot.com

She went to Puerto Rico on her babymoon.

Here are some lovely photos, courtesy of Travelocity.com

I did some research on the resort and found that it was featured in Architectural Digest. I grew up around this magazine, since my Nanny had a subscription and I always loved looking at the pictures of beautiful homes and places to visit. Nanny would have approved. After reading this article, I was sold!

La Concha Revival Hotels: architecturaldigest.com