Yesterday I got home from work and went strait for the couch; it was just one of those days. Generally when I get off of work I head straight for the restroom and change into my workout clothes and don't give myself a chance to think my way out of it otherwise I'll never do it. Well as soon as I hit the couch I felt guilty but I was in a definite "oh well" type of mood. Well then my darling boyfriend said, "why don't we go buy some tennis rackets and go play tennis?" I was stunned because he's not the biggest fan of physical activity so I quickly agreed. Don't get me wrong, Chad and I love spending time together and we have a lot of the same interests but I'll never underestimate the power of finding new things we can do together and enjoy.

So we make our way to Wal-Mart and I got myself a sweet Maria Sharapova pink racket. The thing is I have no idea what is a good racket and what is not but it didn't matter because neither did Chad. Once we got to campus we had our choice of pretty much any tennis court because finals are basically done and all the students have been high-tailing it home. Well we started playing and what ensued after that was a lot of huffing, puffing, sweating and hilarity. It was perfect because Chad and I are equally bad and both of us couldn't stop laughing. We even switched courts because all of our balls ended up over there. We had great time and plan on making it a regular thing and I'm so excited about that. I now believe that tennis is good for the body, good for the soul and more importantly good for our relationship! Watch out Sharapova and Federer!!

I'm not sure why but blogging is taking it's toll on me. I know, I know.... I don't blog that much to even break a sweat but sometimes I want to blog and sometimes I guess I just don't feel like I have a lick of fun to speak of. Don't get me wrong, I've been busy and I've even had a lot of fun the past couple of weeks, but do I want to take the time to put it in words and fret over my grammar and spelling and reread and edit? Sometimes not.

Anyway, I'm going to giving the crib sheet version of the last couple of weeks:

- Well to start off, as of a couple a weeks ago I am down a few teeth. I finally bit the bullet and had my wisdom teeth removed which wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.... at first. My dentist knocked me out, I mean all I remember is saying "WooHoo!" for some reason and next thing he is trying to wake me up which I did very reluctantly. I also got to see once again what a wonderful boyfriend I have who valiantly took care of me despite a horrible chocolate drooling/crying incident that took place on the way home. It wasn't until days later that I was in extreme pain due to subconsciously clenching my jaw which I thought I was never going to get over. But happily all is well now and I'm just waiting on my holes to go away, classy I know...

- Chad and I got to go to Houston and hang out with our friends Kami, John, Brandee and Cullen and had a great time. We went for the big crawfish boil that Kami and John put on each year. And.... I got to wear my super cute "Boone's Farm Fever" t-shirt that I've been itching to wear. Boone's has become a tradition with this group of friends and if you want to know how it got started I believe you can read the story a few blogs ago. The best part of the boil was getting to see my friend Sally!! I love that girl and she gets prettier and prettier every time I see her. Also on hand was Sally's friend Betsy (aka Bird) whom I haven't seen since a trip to Concan a looooong time ago. I got to introduce them both to the Boone's tradition and I think they took a liking to it... Here's some pics!


Brandee, Me, Sally, Kami and Betsy before things really got started!


Kami and I watching the crawfish getting boiled. Note the awesome shirt.


Sally enjoying herself some Boone's!

- One last blog section (wow, when I get started you can't get me to quit!); Last weekend I went home to see my cute little mother. I wasn't originally going to go home for Mother's day because my friend Christie was graduating from St. Edwards with her masters that weekend. Well I guess I was meant to go because she ended up not walking the stage so I went Uvalde instead. I'm so glad that I did. Not that this trip was so different but I could tell my mom was extremely grateful. Anything to put a smile on her face, even if it means driving 14 hours in one weekend.

Hopefully I'll get over this blog funk and add blogs more frequently. Only time will tell!