On a Sunday

I once saw this cool photo meme on someones blog (Dan Renzi's). You are to take one picture, every hour, for an entire day and then post those pics on your blog.

Yup, I did it.

Here it is:

Wake up- Dale makes a pancake breakfast. Life is good.


Morning Sun- I took a picture of the view from my front door right before I nearly killed myself on my run. The pancakes were worth it. (yes, I run now. I know...that shit is crazy!)


Salt bath- I had to treat my sore muscles with a hot-salt bath and a good book.


RSVP I mailed my response card (or whatever you call it) to Colin and Laurie right before I ran some errands. I can't remember where I went that day. Probably TJ Maxx.


Soups On- Dale made lentil soup for lunch. Yes, I do know how lucky I am.


Off- We decided to go see Zombie Land. Here you see Dale turning off the tv right before we departed Casa del Webb. Unfortunately, I could not take any pictures during the movie. Dang! I ruined the entire meme!


Eat Your Brains!- Would you get a load of that? I totally saved this meme with a zombie pic.


Dog Talk- I took the dogs out back when I got home. They like to stand by the fence and talk to (bark at)the neighbor dogs.


Horatio- I went with the dogs to the back yard...again. It was such a nice day. This is our rooster, Horatio.


No Fun I figured I could do the dishes since Dale did all the cooking.


Pink-We all settle down and start watching Desperation on the ol' boob tube. Desperation is a great novel by Stephen King. It did not translate well in the movie version. Blah.


Night Vision-We ended up watching the rest of the movie in bed.


Charlie Shake Face- Charlie shakes it out before he snoozes.

The end.

Sweater Weather

What do you do when you are stuck at a La Quinta in Lubbock on a cold and dreary day?
(don't let your mind slip into the gutter so quickly)

You should know this by now.


That's right! Photo shoot!

*Yawn*

Yes, Cooper is wearing a sweater. Did I not just tell you that it was cold?





Charlie's post will happen in the near future. I did not want to throw too many cute dog pictures at you all at once. That would probably make you puke either from an overdose on adorable or because you are a jerk-face who doesn't like dog pictures.
Either way, you're welcome.


In other news:
Our recent road trip to Lubbock inspired me. If Dale and I have kids I am going to name our girl "Slaton" and our boy "Floydada" (pronounced Floy-day-duh). Heck, if we only have a boy I may name him Slaton as this name is not gender specific.
People name their kids Austin and Dallas all the time. I'm gonna get "small town" with it.

Or not.

The Godfather

Dale is a godfather! Woot Woot! Actually, we are both godparents to lil' Cayden.


The baptism was held during Saturday Mass at St. John Neumann Catholic Church in Lubbock. This is the church I attended with my family. This is church where Dale and I got married. It was nice to visit again. Dale enjoyed the Mass. He liked the choir and the priest...the whole sha-bang. I loved it. It made me miss the old days.


Cayden (whose was almost named "Shamus" if only he had been born on St. Patrick's Day...how awesome would that have been?) really took to Dale. Dale didn't mind carrying around his brand new godson...even though the baby had been spitting up all night. He didn't agree with something he ate. Not sure what it was, but it was yellow.


Back to the Baptism part of the story- I screwed up. I only had two jobs and I screwed up one of them. Naturally.

1.)before God, the priest, the family, and the congregation we answered questions about our faith and declared our intentions to guide our godson through his faith in the Catholic church. I nailed that part.

2.) I was to give the priest the candle that represents (in short) the gift of faith and the light of Christ. Well, I forgot to bring the candle up to the alter. When the priest asked for it (in the middle of the ceremony) I realized that I left it on the pew. Crap! I whispered to the priest, "Oops, hold on" and quickly walked to the pew to retrieve it. My stupid high heeled boots made the loudest "Clop, Clop" sound that echoed throughout the church. Ugh.

It all worked out.

Bonus Pictures:


Cayden's parents had this proudly displayed on their mantle. You know you want it.

What's going on?

Hello, good to see ya again! Let's jump right in to what has been going on, shall we?

Dale, Juan, Josh, Tirzah and I went to Antone's last Saturday to see Dan Auerbach and the Fast Five perform.

Juan really was happy to be there, though he may not look it in this particular photo.



The first band was White Dress. The lead singer had a great voice. Tirzah noted that she sounded like Hope Sandoval from Mazzy Star and I had to agree.

Next up was Rodriguez.

This cat has been around writing and performing since the late 60's. He has been referred to as "The Hispanic Bob Dylan" and, again, I have to agree. I really enjoyed his performance.

Strange picture. Love the tambourine.

Speaking of strange pictures, here are a few more:

Lights


Can you see the face in this picture?


Really, it's a flipped image of the beer tub seen here:


I came close to getting cut by a cougar because I tried to give her boyfriend a high five. She had to be around 43 while he was probably 28. Odd. Can you blame me for trying to make friends with those around me? I usually do this at the concerts I attend. It typically makes for a better experience. I'll remember to keep my eye out for cougars the next time I try this technique.

Dan and the boys played a great set. I swear, Rene Villanueva and Patrick Hallahan could bottle their energy and sell it. They would make a fortune. It's great when the musicians seem to be having as much fun as the audience. Dante Schwebel was doing justice to that beautiful black Gibson of his. Abraham Villanueva sheared his beard down but, unlike Sampson, cutting his hair did not diminish his masterful power over those keys. Jaime Villanueva brought the beats and made sure you stomped your feet.

Dan's voice is just wonderful. Totally unique and truly talented, that man. He mentioned the Bill's Place show right before the band tore into Street Walkin'. I yelled out, "Bill's Place" and this fella next to me was like, "WERE YOU AT THAT SHOW? SO WAS I!!!" Awesome.

When the set was over, I went to the bar to close my tab. Would you believe that Patrick Carney of The Black Keys was standing a foot away from me doing exactly the same thing? Believe it, sista. I did not say hi because I am a puss. A big-ol'-puss. Speaking of The Black Keys, how excited am I about their new project, BLAKROC?
Very.

After the show, we walked a mile in the rain (sans umbrella) to the car. Soaked, but not muddy, we were in good spirits. It was a good night.