Enchanted Rock

Most native Texans I know have been to Enchanted Rock. In college, I was interested in checking it out, but no on was ever interested in accompanying me. Mike and Tranee went three years ago while I was working, and I was jealous. Then, last Spring, Tranee and I went on a girls trip to Fredericksberg. We were so close! But we already had planned out our whole weekend. So, I added hiking Enchanted Rock to my life list. Yesterday, we did it! It wasn’t a very long hike, but fairly steep. It was great to spend the day with Mike and Tranee! And… I get to mark something on my list as completed, which just feels really good!

Little Brother

Over Spring Break, I spent some time with my little brother. It was wonderful. I am truly blessed to have a family I love very much, and a family that I enjoy hanging out with. Look at that handsome guy!

Day at the Zoo




Back in January my little brother came to San Antonio for a couple of days. When spending time with Michael, an adventure must be had. We attempted to go to a museum, that happened to be closed on Mondays, then we met my mom for lunch and headed on over to the the San Antonio Zoo. The zoo has had quite a few upgrades since I was last there. The weather was perfect and the crowds were non existent on a weekday. It was a fine day.

Ditched by the Middle Child

Michael aloofThis is the first Christmas that all three of my momma’s children have not been home for the holidays. Michael ditched us. Yes, it was for something important to him and his work, but there was a “6 ft hole” as my mother said.

Michael is doing Americorp at Camphill in Copake, NY. Christmas is a special time in the Village filled with many traditions. The coworkers and residents all come together to take a break and take the time to enjoy the company of the people around them. We spoke to Michael on Christmas Eve and Christmas and he sounded like he was having a fabulous time. We put him on speaker phone and it really was like he was here. We were all talking at once, Michael was just far way. According to Michael’s holiday schedule, he had candle lightings, wreath somethings, paper rose making, cooking, and sledding to accomplish. It seems as though we take a little bit of a lazier approach to the holiday. Emily and I did do holiday crafts, so we should get credit for that. I also baked a pie, which was my contribution to all of my mother’s hard work in the kitchen. (It should be noted that my father has all of a sudden become a food critic and has started with my pie baking skills. It should also be noted that he was the only one who did not compliment my fine work!)

Michael is an important part of us. He lets us know that we are all nuts. He is probably my parents favorite child, but they probably wouldn’t confess if confronted. We love you Michael; and we missed you wrapped in an entire bed spread complaining that it is too early to function.

Tybee Island

We got to Tybee Island lighthouse at the same time and a church group. An elderly church group. So we walked up the stairs, shared landings, and walked down the stairs behind ladies discussing what it was physically like for them to climb 200 steps. It was also insanely windy.

Mrs. Wilkes, Hearse Ride, Planters, Ruby

On my journey a few weeks ago, Mike and I stopped in Savannah, Georgia. It was gorgeous, old, and chilly. We were not prepared with warm clothes. I had a fleece that I’d brought for my flight to Orlando that I wound up wearing everyday. Mike had sent his winter clothes home with mom, but found a Christmas sweater in a suitcase that he wore everywhere.

Since I brought the camera, all of my vacation pictures consist of Michael standing in front of something. There is a lot more where this came from, but one only needs so many pictures of her brother.

Above is the hearse that we traveled around town in. Ghost tours are only worth the time if done from the back of a hearse. The tour guide dropped us off last and then discussed with me how he thought Savannah must be over a pocket of energy, like in LOST, spirits are drawn to this spot. He stated very plainly that he had seem more ghosts in Savannah than anywhere else. The tour guide said they had similar tours in New Orleans, where he is from, but there were no real ghosts there. Soo…. if you are looking for ghosts, Savannah is your only option in the deep south.

We tried to watch Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil because it is mentioned every two minutes in Savannah, we were bored instantly. Above is the Mercer house, the setting of the book and film.

Above, Michael and I drinking wine in a 200+ year old basement, we know how to have fun.