Saturday night, Ryan and I went to a Jazz Festival thing down on the beach....St Joe has it every year, Tabor Hill Winery is one of the big sponsors....and of course our awesome friend Kenny gave us the hook up with free tickets. So we had a blast on the beach listening to awesome music, havin some free drinks (Ry), and eating all we could stuff in of Tabor Hill's AWESOME snackies. Oh man it was good cookin. Took a couple pictures, and of course you can't really tell how many people were there cause there's no way, and the sunset was awesome but, again, we don't have a sweet camera like Aaron's... We just spent the nig
ht with our faces about 6 inches apart trying to yell over the sax slash band in the background. =) We were both amazed at the amount of people that were absolutely tanked...as the night went on. Hilarious. And of course, they're all adults, pry have kids at home with a sitter....it's amazing to think that maybe some of these college crazies will grow out of that 'gettin sloshed on the weekends' phase, but sadly, no. Come to find out, many adults carry that far into their later years, and continue to make fools of themselves- without even knowin. Altogether humerous and entertaining for Ryan and I, however. Wow.
Kenny is in the last pic with Ry, VERY generous man, has a beautiful woman and baby, one of Ryan's good buddies from highschool, college roomie for a while, pretty much one of the next ones in line for ownership slash 'the man' of Tabor Hill...let's just say he's doing very well for his family and VERY good at what he does. He's a great friend.
I also have some news, a bit more disturbing I suppose...Ryan and I found THIS on our deck.
oh boy. We have been trying to revive it this last week, but clearly, absolutely nothin. Somehow, within the last week and a half, this hanging pot of crap turned from huge blooming AWESOME pink flowers with dark green leaves blowing in the breeze above the grill to this pile of squishy sprouts attached to crusty brown and gray things that used to be leaves. I thought I saw in a movie some time ago...someone told one of the characters this was the levels of responsibilities, and after completing one, then it was safe to try your luck at the next. If you can keep a plant, get a pet. If you can keep a pet, get a girlfriend. And I'm sure the next thing, if they would have continued, would have been a child. What if I can't even keep a plant?!?!?! CRAP! I had one job. Water. I didn't even have to look at it, or pay attention to it, hold it, talk to it, you know, the usual kid stuff....sheeesh. screwed. just thought you might like to know that now i'm a little nervous....also, dont' say it outloud cause this week it has EARS!!!! shhhhhh.........
2 comments:
1. Definitely, never, ever, ever believe what you see/hear on TV.
2. You will be an AMAZING MOM.
3. Plants don't scream when hungry.
4. You did not give birth to that plant, thereby establishing absolutely ZERO relationship with the plant.
5. You somehow manage to feed yourself everyday, I believe you will manage to feed/love/remember the child that came from you.
Dude. Laughing really hard. Remember two words next time. Miracle Grow. What does Mil think of the death?
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