the weekend

This weekend post is almost a week late, but I'm just now finding the time to blog. 

Austin and I had a fun weekend planned, so last Friday on my way home I told myself I was going to document the next two days!  I did a mediocre job.  Maybe the more I blog, the more I'll remember to take pictures of stuff that I normally wouldn't take pictures of!

Bandit and Daisy are always excited to see us when we get home from work!  Whenever I get home before Austin, they're usually sitting on the hill at Mama Jim's house.  Sometimes they come without us calling, and other times they wait for us to holler for them.  Then they run as fast as they can down the path Austin cut from our house to Mama Jim's house.  It is one of the highlights of my day!  I usually tell them how much I missed them and ask them if they had a good day.  #crazydoglady

I had stopped by my mom's house on my way home from work Friday to get this set of bibs that I thought I would probably never wear in my lifetime, but I was wrong. I was wrong because...

WE'RE GOING SNOW SKIING!!

#thosefeetthough #turnedout #ballerinastyle

My mom bought these things for me from Dirt Cheap in 2006 whenever we went to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  We planned to ski, but since there wasn't enough snow-- I never wore these suckers.  Good thing I sometimes keep things I don't think I'll ever need again.  Also, can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that they were bought over ten years ago and I still fit in them?! Score.  This trip was spur of the moment and unexpected--just the way I prefer them.  When we got home from Wyoming, I told myself I needed to chill on the vacations for awhile.  That being said, whenever this opportunity arose for us to go skiing in February and Austin was onboard, I was obviously thrilled.  

Traveling is my jam. 

I changed out of my ski attire and we took a four wheeler ride to an unknown location to do unknown things.  #deerseason I love being outside on these pretty fall days! 

I asked Austin to take my picture with my fur babies Friday evening before we left to go to the barn.  Blurry, but we are all looking at the camera so I consider that a win.  We headed to Bro. Eddie's barn for some bluegrass and gospel singing with some of our favorite folks. 

I had not been at the barn since shortly after our wedding, so I was reminiscing a little bit.  The barn may have been filled with lawn chairs, but I could still see us in the middle of it busting a move to Footloose.  I hope one day whenever we have kids, we can take them to barn singings and they'll run around and have fun outside and it'll just be a full circle moment.  We got home around 10:15 and made our way to bed.  They stay out late at the barn!

Saturday morning, we went and "worked up a tree."  Read: cut a tree up for firewood.  Daddy Jim had been working on cutting this tree up and Austin decided to go do his part, too.  This was before 8 am, and I really just watched Austin while I fought the dogs off of my oatmeal cream pie and cheese crackers.  #breakfastofchamptions
Whenever we got back, I cleaned house and ironed clothes for several hours before I got my things together to leave for our road trip. 

Around 11:00, we went to Austin's parents house and met his mom, Jamie and Ally to head to Hernando for Austin's cousin's wedding.  The ride was enjoyable other than those few minutes when Austin and Ally were competing for the loudest music. He knows just how to aggravate her.  

We got to the room, got dressed and waited on our shuttle to the venue.  Leslie's wedding was beautiful and we had SO much fun!  We burnt up the dance floor and stayed until the bride and groom left.  We took a limo ride back to the room and Ally missed it because she was snoozing.  

Sunday on the way home, we made a stop in Kosciusko to see Mrs. Suzanne's daddy's grave.  We enjoyed visiting Pop's grave and Mrs. Suzanne gave us a little Kosciusko history.  Have ya'll ever heard of Mrs. Kelly's grave?  There is this creepy statue of a lady in the graveyard with graves around it.  She was once holding an ax, but it has been vandalized.  That's worse than Sullivan's grave in these parts. 

Sunday evening, Austin crashed.  I washed some clothes and then we got ready to go to the annual Peanut Boil at church.  The peanuts were good, and the company was better.  Austin participated in the cake auction and scored 1/3 of an Italian cream cheese cake that Mama Jim made.  We listened to some good music and stayed until most of the people around us had been long gone.  I love peaceful nights in the church courtyard. 

It's the simple things that mean the most.