Inner Goddess vs Reality

I think the true, real, inner me is actually a fashion diva.  I haven't been shopping in a while, but usually when I shop, I am in desperate need of an outfit or clothes.  I make a clothing buy out of complete desperation and I usually end up with something that I NEVER wear.  I envision myself being very sleek and well put together and then I see myself in pictures and realize I am wearing mom shorts that give me mom butt.  I've decided that I really need to make a change by investing in real, cool, fashion acceptable clothes....or accept the fact that I'm not and never will be trendy.  Hmmmm...let me think, do some guys find mom butt attractive?

Oh my god...this is what I've become.

How is it possible?

How is it possible that I have a one year old?

How is it possible that I have a niece that I  love more than words?

How is it possible that sleeping until 7:00am feels like sleeping in to me?

How is it possible that I haven't blogged since April?

Boston...

I was watching all of the devastating footage yesterday. My stomach was sick. The first thing I noticed in amazement was how many people ran over, without hesitation, and began to immediately help and pull the fencing off the injured. Yes, as humans we have a few bad seeds... But there are definitely a lot really goods ones out there ! I haven't given up on us yet!

Good waves to all of the people that have been affected by the recent happenings.

#4 -- Voodoo Dog

On my way to Valdosta last week, I stopped at Voodoo Dog in Tallahassee.  I tried the Jefferson and the Hari Kari.  The Jefferson was a bacon wrapped dog with house made mac n chz and the Hari Kari  was also bacon wrapped with pineapple, teriyaki and chive.  Both were perfection.  

In my opinion, the bun is just as important as the dog.  These buns were perfectly heated...not over steamed or cooked to where they get crunchy.  The Hari Kari was a lot of flavor.  The Jefferson was simply awesome.

My one negative was the fact that they used styrofoam cups.  I mean come on people...it's 2013...but I will definitely be back.

#3 Zacadoo's

So, after the third post of hot dogs, I've decided that chili dogs look pretty gross.  That doesn't mean they aren't delicious, in fact, I haven't yet found a chili dog that I didn't like.  I'm simply saying they aren't very photogenic.

My third hot dog place is Zacadoo's.  They are famous for their fried chicken and Zacadoo sauce, but also have a killer chili dog.  I can never resist their yellow dog (chili, cheese, and mustard).  On this occasion, I tried their slaw dog.  Not my fave...it had too much mayonnaise and I am not one for mayo on a hot dog.  I'll continue to just stick to the old yellow dog.

Finally #56-Cowtown's Cultural District

I finally made it to one of the 1000 Places.  It had been awhile and was a last minute decision.  I had to cancel on my dad...sorry Dad. Lindsay, Whitney, Reese, Rhett and I all trucked over to the Ft. Worth Stock Show and Rodeo.  I figured I wouldn't be in Ft.Worth during this time of year for a very long time, so we just did it. We missed the actual rodeo because we couldn't find it, but at least it was blaring over the speakers all over the grounds. No one rightly knew how to direct us to it. (Notice my use of twang!!)  I would also like you to take note of the top left picture. I don't know who was more scared of it, me or Reesey.  The raiser of the little calf was trying to bring it closer to us, but I had to intervene and tell him that it was perfectly fine staying right where it was.

I kept asking Lindsay if my hair looked alright...she is a liar.  She should have said, "Leave it in the greasy ponytail." instead of "Yeah, it looks good."

All I have to say is...who knew Reese was such the daredevil and Whit is a total trooper.  I don't know that I could have handled the rides they went on.

Don't puke Whit Whit!!

I just love these guys:)

#2 Bluewater Bay Club

Kent, Rhett and I walked down to the golf club Saturday night.  We do this about once a week.  I finally tried their hot dog.  Check out the size of that wiener!   I didn't even finish it even.  The chili reminded me of the times we went camping with dad and he would cook chili by adding bottle after bottle of beer to the chili...something I like to call sourdough chili.  The problem with this chili dog may have been the walk back home.