It’s been not quite a week, and I’m already pretty tired of having only one functional hand. At the same time I am grateful for and taking full advantage of not being in a hard cast. Yesterday I took my little broken wing out onto the back deck to soak in some sunshine, so it [...]
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Typing one-handed sucks, so I shall tell the story in pictures: (Uploading pictures is one thing I can actually accomplish one-handed, hence our spring albums on gallery have caught up to the present.)
Big day for us here. Our 6th wedding anniversary: And my little jetta hit 100,000 miles. And then I had to pull off the highway and call a service shop because the engine was smoking. The marriage is doing better.
INGREDIENTS Crafty girls, 3-6 Wine, approx 1 bottle per crafty girl Spanish snacks, to taste A few ideas that you can still execute after a bottle of wine A mess of old t-shirts Fabric scissors, 1 pair per crafty girl Healthy willingness to be silly INSTRUCTIONS Prepare snacks in advance. At start time, fold in [...]
And it was awesome.
I could not be more excited for, and proud of, my friend Matt as he launches into the next, entrepreneurial part of his life. After more than a year of planning and prepping and hustling (the good kind), he, his brother, and another partner have purchased an east-side coffee shop that will become The Brew [...]
Today would have been Matt’s 31st birthday. Here is a memory: We are sitting in the hot tub at my parent’s house, the Second Haynie House. Me, Bryan, Cameron, Matt. It’s one of those hot tubs that’s built into the stone patio, not the freestanding kind. It’s maybe 5 years ago; we’re all in our [...]
We had a wonderful and (naturally) bbq-centric housewarming party this past weekend, with family, friends, and neighbors. It motivated us to get the house put together, enabled some fun projects, and—most important—gave us an excuse to see basically everyone we know in Texas, together in our living room. (I’m really getting my effort’s worth out [...]
Homeownership seems to be activating some genes. I spent the better part of two days this week hanging roman shades in our living room—shades I sewed, just like my mom did, using the same instruction manual from the 70s. I got home from a neighborhood jog this morning and noticed our front yard was sprouting [...]
I’ve created a new album for chronicling the minutia of our lives, called First Everything in Texas. In it, find such gems as this one, “Sous encounters a new baby to lick.” Finn squealed at her emphatically a few times, which she understood correctly as a compliment and invitation. I have to assume they’re exchanging [...]