jayhawkerinthecapital: Freddie’s Place. They have a bloody mary buffet and $6.99 carafes of mimosas. That’s really all you need to know :)
kevinnuut: We’re 4 episodes in, and gotta say, I’m not feelin’ it. GoT taking the “best show ever” title from BB is looking grim from where I’m sitting. GRIM, Kevs!
I was a grump today because of deadlines at work and it was so beautiful out and I wanted to feel sunshine on my skin (not florescent lighting) and just ugh.
So Mani came home early from work, did the dishes, lit candles and bought dinner and flowers from WF. I squealed when he handed me—not the tulips—but the purple cauliflower. It’s so crazy looking.
He’s the best. I am the luckiest. ❤️
Brunch with the Austin crew.
Cutest baby alive meets cutest dog alive.
Chicken fried steak the size of my face.
I think we got peer pressured into watching Game of Thrones. We are impressionable. (But, ugh, I don’t like fantasy-based shows. Or commitment.)
Listening to mixtapes on the drive home to Houston. Don’t want to go back to work tomorrow *sad face*
See you in two weeks, ATX.
Happy Easter 🐰🐣 (More fotos from the wild flower farm yesterday).
Attending mass in Fredericksburg. Grabbing coffee. Then stopping through Austin for brunch with the friends. Lent is OVER, and I am going animal-style on some chicken fried steak.
Pugs and poppies! (at Wildseed Farm)
Thursday: Body Pump class (HRM malfunction; class was an hour long).
Friday: goblet squats, three-way lunges, single leg deadlifts, good mornings, oblique dumbbell side bends, eliptical.
Mani finally went to Body Pump class with me on Thursday night. Why? Because another dude—our friend Osama—told him that the class would kick his ass. He also assured him that attending a group excerise class would not immasculate him. 😒 So all of us went: Osama, his fiancée, Mani and myself.
I will reiterate the fact that the bitches who Body Pump are strong. And after last night, I feel like less of a weakling. The chicks in that class were lifting way more than Mani and Osama. Like way, way more. (I got more than a little satisfaction out of that 😏). Here’s a picture of them post-Body Pump. They were talking about how the chicks in the class could probably beat them in an arm wrestling contest.
Family road trip faces. Enchanted Rock, here we come!
Do I go to the active shooter training or the cake celebration for April birthdays? I don’t have time for both. I’m leaning toward the cake. Because priorities, duh.