Get your own tots...

Six years ago this sweet man
(look how young he was... little bug)

told me that he loved me for the very first time!

And after watching this "classic" movie. Very storybook romance, I know.

And the past six years have been the best of my life.
And my man has skills. Eat your heart out Napoleon! :)

I know, I know... I say it every time. I am going to be better about updating the blog. And time and time again I fail. This holiday season has been kicking my tail. Our week of Kindergarten has been so exciting but also quite exhausting. Between Polar Express PJ Day on Wednesday, a full day of training and preparing for a class Holiday Party tomorrow I am just pooped!

But I am back from the trenches folks and I have some VERY EXCITING NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
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Did you think we were pregnant?!? Haha. Sorry it's past my bedtime, lame joke.

But this news is just as exciting for me. If our December wasn't so warm, hell might have frozen over tonight. I have been sorting through my clothes lately and purging, we may be planning a winter garage sale at Club Asbury. Let me preface this story by telling you how attached my sweet husband is to every piece of clothing he owns. Each time I think, "Hmmm... he has not worn this in a while, maybe he wouldn't even miss it" he changes my mind by looking for that specific item. He may just be the clothes rain man. He could probably tell you every item in the closet, and let me tell you, that's alot!

So I have been strategically planning when I was going to talk to him about getting rid of some of his clothes. It has to be the perfect, exactly right moment for these kinds of talks. I am telling you he is attached. Well tonight while putting away some laundry preparing for tomorrow's girls night I decided to ignore my previous plans to slide it in and call an intervention.

Our first round of purging was a success in my book. I felt like I was on a episode of Hoarders discussing each item. I kid, I kid. There was actually very little resistance on his part, although he did say it took a lot out of him. A little dramatic if you ask me.
It made a bit more room in our closet and the closet is patiently awaiting the cleanse of Christmas Break 2010! That's right folks, I've got big plans for the break. Productive plans... the only thing that stands between me and those 15days of freedom is one morning of cleaning our classroom and our class' Holiday Party. I think I can, I think I can.

Camp Mineola

Hallelujah........... insert the singing chorus here. Me and my mister finally went camping. This December will mark our 6th year anniversary- well dating that is. And I believe of those six years one year may have been spent begging the hubs to take me camping. After 5 days of relaxing during my Thanksgiving break and working on my holiday decor me, the boy, four friends and two bigger than life Texas trucks took off for Mineola, Texas. Don't ask me where it is or how we get there. All that I know is I saw the signs for Canton, my mecca, and pleaded for a detour.

My sweet officer didn't make much of a copilot running on a mere 4 hours of sleep after the midnight shift so I belted out some Christmas carols to make the drive go by faster. We made a pit stop at Mr. B's BBQ pit and this place had some chow which was "slap your mother-in-law good." Mr H's words. Then we pulled into Mineola. Our friend's family owns 70 acres so we had the place to ourselves; just the coyotes and creepy crawlies to keep us company.

We finally got to set up our tent which was a wedding present. Circa March 2009

Coordinating Camo

The men on their way to spotlight. What you ask? Let's just say that one's husband, maybe the one in the camo jacket decided to shoot a skunk which aimed it's delightful stench at just the right angle to keep us company all night. Make me proud...

The ladies holding it down at the fire pit.

It was a beautiful day spent with great friends. As soon as that sun went down, the temperatures dropped just a quick. The mummy bags were a great success, I was actually hot. There wasn't anything I would rather be doing then spending time with my man, our friends and the great outdoors. I am so excited to plan our next camping trip. Hopefully it won't take another 6 years to convince this silly boy to go again.

Great day when you can drop in a line while brushing the pearlies...

Love Mr. H