You Can Always TRI

Okay, so I write a lot about WB. This post will be no different. I need to take a quick trip down memory lane.

We met at Tech and he still had the cross country runners body he had in high school plus the token college pounds. Then came grad school, long hours working on his thesis and finally graduation. He found himself working a new job, spending less time exercising and with more money for food! The pounds slowly crept on.

This was us on our wedding day. I have to say my body has changed shapes over the years as well!

Anyway, back to my story. After a few years of my cooking and living a busy and at times stressful life the pounds continued to add on. With a new baby in the house there was even less time to exercise and it was easy to grab a quick and not so healthy meal.

After our second child was born the doctor told him he would have to go on medication for high cholesterol. He tried to alter his diet somewhat in hopes his cholesterol would go down. It didn't. The doctor said he would probably just have to take the meds for the rest of his life.
Several things happened soon after. He got laid off from the job that was making him miserable (he wouldn't say that because he doesn't complain so much, but it was), he had some blood work in which his liver function was off (the doctor said it was probably just the meds and switched them), and we lived through some of the darkest moments of our lives. I believe he began to see the light at the end of the tunnel with God's roaring voice giving him a few suggestions along the way.

He started making little changes at first. There were set backs and frustrations of course. Eventually, he completely changed what he ate and began exercising again. It was a lifestyle change. It didn't happen overnight, but within a few years he lost 40+ pounds and his cholesterol is now normal without the medication.

I see in him today, what I saw in him 15 years ago, the man God wants him to be. And I'm just so proud of him. Which is why I will now post these pictures from the second triathlon he has completed in a year, despite a long recovery from a knee surgery. He continues to push himself and do the unexpected.
The girls and WB waiting for the start. The finish line!
WB with his fan club.

He's an inspiration to those who know him, especially his family. God has blessed us tremendously. So I write not only to once again tell everyone how much I love my WB, but to share a little bit of our story in hopes it might benefit someone else. After all God works in mysterious ways!

Posted with WB's grunt of approval!

Why WB?

My mom made this for WB, the name is sticking.

I joined facebook awhile back and many of my friends asked why I call my husband WB. Those of you who have been reading my blog for some time have read my Love Story and already know why I call him WB. For those of you just visiting I'm not going to tell you in this post why I call him WB, so you'll have to click on these two words Love Story to go back and read how he got this name. I feel an evil laugh coming on, sorry couldn't help myself.

Truth be told before I began calling him WB he was called Scooter by certain members of my family. That name didn't really fit him for I've never seen him scoot anywhere, but for whatever reason it stuck for a little while. When I started writing this blog it seemed like a certain amount of anonymity was needed for my family. Most of you know our real names, many of you who didn't have figured it out, but still it makes things a little more interesting around here if I get to give people fictitious names. That is the writer in me coming out.

Let me go on the say that WB cringes whenever I tell him I wrote about him on my blog. In fact, when I just did a WB search on all my posts I realized he's mentioned in about 3/4 of them. Poor guy, for someone who likes to fly under the radar most of the time, I sure do put a target on him. I think he has stopped reading my blog. He doesn't mention my posts anymore or comment so I figure he's missing in action. Probably easier to just not know what his crazy wife is saying about him today.

And now I'm going to go post this on Facebook for all of my dear friends who were just dying to know where WB came from. Oh, you can at least pretend you are fascinated:)

Cadillac Ranch

Copyright Scott Flathouse

There is a man here in Amarillo, who is, well eccentric. He does some neat and crazy things around town like street signs with quirky sayings that pop up in people's yards. Or a giant statue of a leg made to look like an artifact out in the middle of nowhere. WB took a picture of this and they published it in Texas Highways. His place of residence is called Toad Hall.

Anyway, one day he decided to collect some old Cadillacs and stick them in the ground. Yes, stick them in the ground so that they are pointing upwards towards the vast Texas sky. It's out in a field that sometimes has cows grazing about. There is a cattle guard and visitors are welcome to walk out and look and they can even spray paint the cars. I can only imagine the thousands of layers of spray paint each car is covered in.

copyright Scott Flathouse

I take this tourist attraction for granted sometimes because we pass in every day when we go back and forth into town. But there are always cars stopped and visitors walking the trail to explore the cars. In fact, it is a game with my daughters to try to catch the place with no visitors. I think we have counted a handful of times that there have been no people there. It doesn't matter if the wind is blowing dirt or the temperature is 110, people have to stop and look.

Copyright Scott Flathouse

WB went out to take some pictures the other night when he thought the sky and light were just right. Remember what I said about photographers and their light? Well, it's true.

The Start Of My 100 Things I Love About WB

So a while back I mentioned my friend Aimee and how she wrote 100 truly wonderful things about her sweet husband. WB told me I probably couldn't come up with 100 things to say about him. Baiting the hook, he's good at that. But you know, I always bite. So I decided to share some more stories about WB in the future and today is that day. Oh, and Mom I promise to post pictures of our chickens soon...WB first, chickens next. (She's been waiting anxiously for my chicken post.)

I love WB because he makes me things.

On one of our first group gatherings, we weren't dating yet, he made me a rose out of a bar napkin. Just so you know it wasn't just a bar. It was a Laundromat/pool hall/bar. It was college and these were our hangouts. Anyway, I was thoroughly impressed. I still have that rose, it was just too sweet.

He makes my coffee. He puts just the right amount of cream and sugar in it, better than I can do myself. Many nights I would stay up all night with one of our babies and as I padded half asleep into the kitchen each morning he would hand me my coffee. Made just to perfection. He still does it.

The list really is endless. He constantly makes me things with his own two hands. His two strong, masculine, never seen a manicure, hands. I could write a whole story about those hands, but I'll save that for later.

For my birthday he made me a beautiful cabinet that was built into the wall of our old house. For weeks he constructed, sanded, and stained. The drawers had dovetails and pewter pulls in the shape of Kachinas. Kachinas to remind me of our many trips to Albuquerque and Santa Fe, as well as the romantic night he proposed to me there. I cried when we moved and we had to leave that cabinet behind. I cried even harder when I realized the new couple had torn it out. I would have paid them to let me have the wood and the pulls. WB would have built me something else from it.

He once made a list of all the things he loved about me when we were dating. He also wrote me letters, many sweet letters when we were apart. He always wrote them on fancy stationary and cards. Sometimes sealed with wax. When he does something for me, he goes all out. A girl can get spoiled that way, but she can also live each day feeling cherished and loved too.

In the kitchen he makes amazing things; cheesecakes, bread, sinfully chocolate desserts, smoked brisket, gourmet breakfasts, and the list goes on and on. He wasn't much of a cook when we first got married, but he realized early on my passion for food. So he dove in headfirst and started cooking me delicious things. Things I love, things I crave, things I shouldn't have but do.

But the things I love best about him is that he makes a house a home. He makes my heart skip a beat when he looks at me. He makes my children smile. He makes me laugh and sometimes cry. He makes me a better person. He makes me feel safe. He makes me thank God each and every day for putting him in my life.

Okay, that's 1 down and only 99 more to go.

Yee Haw For The Last Day Of School

Last Friday was the last day of school for my girls. Every year the last day is a field day of sorts. They have bouncers, games, snacks, and hot dogs for lunch. Last year's theme was Boot Camp and they had camo t-shirts for the kids, army style obstacle courses, and all sorts of military style fun. This year the theme was Rodeo, which is perfect considering the school is surrounded by acres of ranch land.

I roped WB into taking the day off and he was asked to drive the tractor for the hayride. They asked if he could drive a tractor and I laughed, because we all know about WB and his tractor.

Anyway, he was perfectly content driving around the middle school track all morning with kids in tow. He entertained each group with exclamations like, "In the case of a water emergency your seats can be used as a floatation device" or "We will be traveling at a top speed of 4 miles per hour today". Little One, my friend KK and I were assigned to keep the rowdies in control during the rides. Needless to say, I still have hay marks on my legs.

Em and Little One

Brice Chapman,


a famous cowboy from Texas Tech, came to entertain the kids with Crossfire his horse. And later his dog Sooner came in for some fun. The kids were mesmerized. All day kids kept asking WB if he was that guy on the horse. All guys in cowboy hats and a pair of starched Wranglers must look the same, I guess.

Everyone had a wonderful day. It was just the right way to end the school year and our time at public school for now. It was full of good memories and lots of fun. Oh, and it was just the excuse I needed to buy myself a new hat.

A Challenge For All Wives

My friend Aimee recently celebrated her 13th wedding Anniversary by posting 100 things she loves about her husband on her blog. It was very sweet. It reminded me of a group I started on Facebook titled, "I love my husband". This group was inspired by a t-shirt a good friend of mine had on one day with the same words on it. The t-shirt was inspired by the movie Fireproof. If you haven't seen it it is worth checking out. Anyway, I have the same t-shirt now and I decided to start the group for several reasons.

When my friend wore the t-shirt one day she was confronted by some people asking her "Really?" or making some general statement about their husband's ability to drive them nuts, etc. Don't you know people like this who have hardened their hearts towards the one person they stood up with and vowed to love for the rest of their lives? Or what about the couple that has forgotten they are bonded together through the love of God and that God is an active participant in their marriage? I think most of us have been there at one time or another, even if for just a brief moment.

So what are we to do? Life is busy. You have housework and laundry to do, kids to raise, bills to pay, and the list goes on and on. Sometimes you may only say a few words to your husband each evening before falling into bed exhausted. So here is the challenge. Show him how much he is loved each day. For some of us that may mean cooking his favorite dinner or sending him off for a day of golf guilt-free. Maybe you could make a list like my friend Aimee. Since writing is my thing, I've decided to post a little story about some of the times that WB has made me feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

What are some ways you celebrate your husband and your marriage?

WB's Run

WB ran a 5K a couple of weeks ago in Houston. It was the kick-off for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. The Conoco-Phillips run starts the parade that runs through downtown. Of course the weather was blustery, even for us Panhandlers, and definitely for Houston!! We are used to the wind, but walking some of the streets of downtown with the skyscrapers towering above was just like making your way through a gigantic wind tunnel. It was frigid and we were layered as best as we could be with our warm weather wardrobe that we had packed.
We got there around 7:30 and the race began at 9:00. There was a 5K run, walk and then a 10K run. As it turns out WB should have run the 10K because every time we found him on the course to cheer him on he was smiling and waving as he ran along. I think the 5K was a little too easy. I was going to try to do the 5K walk at least, but they wouldn't allow baby strollers due to the over 10,000 participants so I we'd just be the cheering section this year. As it turns out though I could have carried Little One for the 5K because by the time we walked WB to the start, then raced to a couple of points along the route and then finally to the finish we had walked at least a 5K and I carried Little One the entire way!! That's WB in the middle with the white t-shirt and smile!!
WB paced a little over an 8 minute mile, which was awesome. He realized he started too far back in the pack at the end. He started with the 10 minute milers, that's where I would have been for sure!! Anyway, it was fun even if it was freezing!!

WB's New Year's Eve Birthday

Yesterday was WB's birthday. He was a very last minute tax-deduction for his parents! He and Soph love to tell people that everyone celebrates on their birthday (Soph's is July 4Th). WB's parents came over from Austin and his youngest brother and family came in from Victoria for a birthday dinner.

I finally got to see my nephew for the first time and it was before he started walking, but just barely!

We ate dinner at Chimichurris on Lake Houston. We had the wine room to ourselves and it was fabulous. So much yummy food...fried plantain chips, chimichurri sauce, crab claws, empanadas, grilled yucca, and on and on. I always eat way too much when we are down here!!

WB's loves carrot cake so I made it from scratch using Alton Brown's recipe. It was a huge hit, I'll take everyone's word on it because I am not a carrot cake fan...give me chocolate please!

This morning everyone came over for some apple fritters and mimosas.

I give up on ever drinking champagne at midnight. Scott and I toasted in the New Year at 10:30 and then went sound asleep.

Here's WB with my little nephew and Little One. Stop, I'm not looking at this picture for one more second... It makes my ovaries tingle!

He doesn't change dirty diapers without gagging

but he does just about everything else. WB is my Renaissance Man, and I feel very blessed to have found him.
Do you ever wonder what or where you would be if you were swept back in time and plopped down in some far away land? Come on, don't you? Okay, well, I do. Like say... medieval times. Everyone loves castles and knights, right? Well, here is one thing I am sure of, that as long as I was with WB we would survive. I probably wouldn't be too keen on chamber pots or the whole "let's just bathe every full moon" kind of thing, but I probably wouldn't have to worry because if I were with WB he would figure out a way for me to have indoor plumbing, complete with bath and toilet. We'd be able to eat because he's the type that knows how to survive on what the land has to offer.
I know that if I had to rely on my sewing skills or my singing voice to get by, I would be kicked out of the kingdom for sure. But I figure WB would be so invaluable to the King others would forgive my lack of womanly arts. I could just befriend everyone with my wit and charm (I'm telling you I could, really!). WB could wow everyone with his intellect and amazing ability to create things, whether it be a fortress or a rocking horse for his child. And if he was the King's right hand man he wouldn't have to bother with changing dirty diapers anyway. Heck, maybe I'd have some sort of lady's maid for that sort of thing and I wouldn't have to either...just saying.
What about you...how would you survive a trip in time?!!

One Must Be Disciplined In Order To Stay Fit

Here at Cotton-Top Hills we believe in fitness and exercising. But as we all know in our busy schedules sometimes planned exercise falls way down on the list somewhere ( in my case it is non-existent). Now WB takes his fitness seriously, as he just completed his first triathlon a few weeks ago. He is disciplined. Let's take a look at his rigid exercise schedule shall we?

He wakes up way before sunrise every morning to go to the gym...

he takes advantage of nice mornings to go on bike rides...

he builds things...
And here is where we can all learn by his example, at least I could, that no matter where you are there is always time for a little exercise. Even if it is sitting poolside...

smoking a cigar, while doing leg lifts.

And if you add some smoke rings to the fun you exercise your lungs as well. See Big Daddy in the background, he is so proud of his son's dedication to being fit!

My Triathlete

Here he is yesterday, my triathlete WB. The morning began foggy, wet and cool and when I awoke I worried he would drown in the lake during his swim or lose his way and be lost. I should not have worried though because the fog lifted before the race began. For those of you who don't know a sprint triathlon consists of a 1500 meter swim, 10 mile bike ride and a 3.2 mile run.

Before I tell you about the race let me tell you the events that led up to it. Way back in high school, yes I have to start there, he ran cross country and track. I've seen pictures he looks like stick with a head. You know what I mean, he was lean without an ounce of fat on his body. Then he worked on his Master's thesis for several months, cooped up inside of the Chemical Engineering building sometimes for days on end without seeing the light of day (I'm not exaggerating). Exercise was scarce, food was fattening, and his metabolism was slowing.

I'm telling you this because over the next several years he would stop running, stop eating well, and you guessed it he gained about 30 + pounds. But before the birth of our third child he'd had enough and set a goal to lose some weight and begin eating right. Slowly, he became a health and exercise nut. Where most people would have given up he persevered. Even when the weight wasn't coming off and he couldn't see much change he stuck with it. He started running again, waking up at 4:30 every morning to work out before going to work. Then a year ago his knee went out and he had to have a portion of dead bone and cartilage removed. He was on crutches for a couple of weeks, then a cane. But he didn't give up. He's taken up biking again and swimming and for this triathlon he started to run. Even though all the doctors said no, he said yes (it's that stubborn streak).

So yesterday he competed in his first Triathlon. And it just so happened it was to raise money for the Children's Miracle Network, more specifically for our hospitals NICU. A place we had found ourselves in with our first child, making it even more of a special event.

So here they are in the first leg of the race, the swimming. The lake had been turning over, I have no idea what that means except it stunk to high heaven and there were dead fish everywhere. It was yuck!! He got in the water last, veered quite a bit off course, got kicked in the face several times, but made it out alive.

There he is in the red jersey. He's out of the water and getting ready to jump on his bike for the next leg. Oh and speaking of legs I find these incredibly sexy.

Ahem, on a technical note the AG stands for Adult Group and the 39 is his age by the end of December. After I found this out I had a great time of checking out everyone's legs and finding out their age, is that shallow of me?

And he's off. Oh, and they also each had a number. They wrote it on their arms. I suppose this is a way to identify the bodies if they are found unconscious somewhere along the trail?!!Okay, where was I? I'm getting so distracted by these pictures. Anyway, even though he trained vigorously on some very steep hills around our place it was no match for "the hill". I wish I had a picture of it, but of 200+ racers last year only 15 made it to the top without getting off their bikes. WB said of the hill, "It kicked my hiney." No, he didn't say hiney. I don't think he's ever used that word, he said the "b" four letter word, but we try not to say that around here. I mean, I know it's better then the "a" word, but it's still not very ladylike for my girls to hear. And we know how they never utter any unladylike phrases.

Here he is finishing the bike leg. Notice little Soph taking a picture of her Dad in front of me. They were cheering him on like crazy!! I don't have a picture of him going off on the run because it was on the other side and we couldn't get to it. But he made a pretty smooth transition and he was off. I prayed like crazy during this leg, hoping he'd walk on his instead of blowing out his knee. I got more and more nervous as runners started coming in and finishing. But he made it, I saw his red jersey coming down the hill to the finish line and I raced to take a picture of it. Little One (who had strep and a double ear infection and was up with 104 fever most the night) clinging to me as I ran. Camera ready I paused to take the picture only to realize it was some other man in a red jersey, who looked remarkably like my husband from a distance. Bummed, I let go of my camera and started to walk away but turned and looked over my shoulder just in time to see WB cross the finish line. Darn, I missed the picture!!

Here he is with his very proud girls. And yes, Little One's fever had broken that morning and the only food she wanted was cheetos.

He finished the race in a little over an hour, which I think is awesome especially for his first time and bum knee. We are so proud of him. He sets a wonderful example for our family about setting goals, persevering and then the accomplishment you feel once it is done! We love you WB.

*I forgot to mention the race bike he was on was one he bought in high school. He spent a lot of money on it back then. It sat in our garage for ten years. I tried to sell it in a garage sale, but he put a price of 100.00 on it so of course it didn't sell. Thank goodness, because a new racing bike would cost thousands of dollars. Yes, honey I sure am glad we held on to it and apologize for any rude comments I may have made about it in the past:)

WB's 20th Reunion Pictures

The crew. Here is part of the core group of WB's friends while going to school. I've listened to stories over the years of lunch hour crams into WB's scary green van. I'm not sure what model it was but I'm thinking it was from the 70's. I'll have to find out and get back to you with the details. These three we met for lunch at Central Market where there was a nice outdoor playground where our kids could play. We all looked at pictures in WB's yearbook and laughed over the 80's hair, among other things.Here's WB with another friend hanging out at the family picnic on Saturday. She looks just like her yearbook picture, even after 20 years and three kids. Her husband is a fireman and she's a stay at home mom like me!

This is me melting. Yes, it was hot and we were at the park for two hours during a fairly warm part of the day. By the time we left I was sporting a very fashionable heat rash. It is also at this picnic that I got word most people were going casual to that night's shindig. Really? WB had told me cocktail attire, hence the silk dress I went out and bought. Hmmm, I should have checked on the whole dress thing myself, make note to self for next gathering


Here I am in my silk dress. Oh well, at least I was nice and cool. I am dancing with another wife. You can tell I really know how to get down. I believe we were dragged onto to floor by another female classmates of WB's. Our husbands remained across the dance floor chatting refusing to bust a move with us. Here is WB (upper left with white shirt) and the classmates that all started kindergarten together.

Oh, and you know those awards they give like most changed, most kids etc. Well, WB got the Most Baby Face Award!

Love Notes

WB and I have been apart for almost two weeks, except for a brief two hour visit when he had a layover as he crisscrossed the country for a business trip. I'm okay with us being apart for a little while, but then it starts to wear on me. It reminds me of the days when we were apart more then we were together during our dating years.
We met at the end of the fall semester, dated a few weeks, then he was off to a small Panhandle town for a summer internship at a chemical company and I was going home for a month to my parent's house in Houston. We relied on phone conversations in the beginning and let me tell you we were not at our best with this form of communication. This is how our phone chats went:
"Hi, it's WB." (well, he said his real name)
"Hey, how are you?"
"Alright, you?"
"Fine." long pause which I would dread, so I would begin chattering about everything I'd done that day.
"Sounds good. I gotta go someone is at the door. I'll talk to you later."
"Oh, okay...bye."
Click
Every time I got off the phone with him I had doubts. Is he even interested? That's probably the last time I'll ever talk to him. Just who was at the door? Are we supposed to be dating other people? And on and on it went. I was clueless! You wonder how our relationship could survive long distance with calls like that don't you? It was the love notes. Yep, remember how people used to actually sit down with pen and paper, write a note and put it in the mail. Well, it wasn't that long ago, really. Anyway, in between these tortuous phone calls I would receive the sweetest notes in my mailbox. Sometimes a funny card, sometimes just a handwritten note to let me know he was thinking of me. If we had seen each other for the weekend he would tell me how wonderful a time he'd had and he was looking forward to our next visit.
I would cling to these notes, because it was in these notes that I learned who he really was, I heard him loud and clear, much clearer then over the phone. In fact, during our phone conversations when I'd ask him a bomb question like, "Do you want to date other people?" and his response came after a very lengthy pause, "Why do you?" and then I wanted to pull out my hair because shortly after that he had to get off the phone. But luckily the deer sweet mailman, who I really should have invited to our wedding, would arrive with a letter and in it WB would pour out his heart. He'd tell me that "no way" did he want to see other people, but he understood how it was hard when we were apart so much, and he wanted me to be happy. So then of course I'd have to send him back a letter telling him that I had no interest in seeing anyone else and how happy I was. And so it went.
We survived that summer and when he returned we'd only have a few short months before we'd once again be separated by distance. He spent a lot of money on postage!
Oh, gotta run, it's actually time for me to leave for the airport...WB is at this moment about to enter Texas air space, I've been checking his flight status. Darn, I wanted to tell you about the love notes tucked in my drawers and suitcases, or his quoting of Shakespeare or Keats...I'll have to do that another time!

Deer Rifles and Shoes

Here is a snippet of a conversation I had recently with Wrangler Boy:


"I need to get a deer rifle" WB states early one morning.

Laughing, "Oh, okay, sure."

Giving me the look, "No, really."

Snapping to attention, "Why? You don't hunt."

Smiling, "I don't hunt because I don't own a rifle."

This is what I refer to as lawyer talk. He's good at it, talking in circles is a gift and he has it. He thought about going to law school and I have no doubt he would have made an excellent lawyer. But my house is not a courtroom and so I remind him.

"That is crazy you are not even into hunting. You feed the wildlife around here, enjoy watching the deer, and if you are going to hunt anything it would be with your camera." (He's an amateur photographer and quite good)

"Listen, I need something to be cleaning when the boys start knocking on our door."

Switching tactics, another good lawyer trick. And I'm wondering why one of the other guns he owns wouldn't scare the boys, but I don't say that.

"Umm, hon that will be at least another ten years."

"Still and I need something to talk with the guys about. Men bond over guns."

See, I had no idea about this, I learn something new every day!

And here's the thing. He wants the rifle, period. He works hard, he provides for his family and this is something that he will enjoy. Who am I to stand between a man and his rifle? Come to think of it I would rather not stand between, beside, in front of, any man and his rifle!

The gun came last week. It's a beautiful, black heavy thing. I smiled as he told me all about it, nodded like I understood and ohhed and ahhed in all the right places. But my girls weren't quite sure about why Daddy needed another gun. And into my head I had a thought, it was like the heavens opened and gave me these words:

I said, "It's like girls and their shoes. We need lots of different pairs and guys don't really get that do they."

Both girls nodded, they'd explained many times to their Dad why their hot pink boots could not be worn with their orange skirt, or why those were dress shoes not their school shoes.

"Well, guys need different guns for different things. It's just one of those things."

"Exactly, that's what it's like." WB chimed in thrilled that everyone understood.

Both girls reflected on this for a few minutes. Then I heard a whisper from the backseat-

"This would probably be a good time to tell Daddy our new tennis shoes won't work with our Easter dresses."

Continuation of Impostor Husband

Yesterday I told you about mistaking a stranger for my husband, sad but true. Now I'm here to tell you that apparently I can not recognize my hubby even if he is standing right in front of me!

First you need to know WB is an engineer, a chemical engineer to be exact, one that works for a major oil company. His work is not in some plush downtown office, he works at the refinery. He's a hands on kind of guy, he has this endearing quality that everything will work better if he just does it himself. This is a trait that is carried over here at Cotton-Top Hills as well! Anywho, he goes off to work each morning wearing steel-toed work boots, a polo or button down shirt, his starched Wranglers or khaki pants. This is his engineer uniform. If he's out exploring the refinery he wears some very fashionable tan coveralls with reflective tape, badges that change color right before you inhale some toxic fumes and die, and a hard hat complete with ear protection. I'm telling you this get up makes my heart skip a beat, humpf and some women go ga ga over a man in chaps!!

Sorry, I'm getting distracted from my story. On voting day, that was Tuesday here in the great state of Texas, he was driving back from a recruiting trip to Tech. I talked with him on his cell and told him we would meet him at the school to vote. While waiting outside the girls ran off to get a drink of water. I watched them as they ran right in front of a nice looking man in a black suit and dark sunglasses. My first guess was that this was one of the local candidates coming to vote. I thought that because most of the men you see around here are ranchers, etc. I recognized this good looking man to be my husband a half a second before the girls doubled back and yelled, "Dad!". I also noticed that behind my husband a woman in a red suburban was craning her neck to check my husband out which almost resulted in her bumping into the car behind her. Maybe she recognized him as Mr. February. Or maybe she was just checking out the voting times posted behind me.

So there it is. I failed to recognize my husband, this time I thought he was the stranger. Maybe I need glasses or maybe I need to try a new hair color or maybe I just need to resign myself to the fact that I am a little ditsy!!

Oh, almost forgot I made hubby pose for a picture.

This man cracks me up!!