One of the crazier experiences that I’ve noticed lately, is how few possessions I have.
I still own the same number of things or -to be more accurate- the things I’ve purchased over the years are still in my house, but they’re no longer “my” things. They’re “ours.”
Today Claire and I were discussing honeymoon locations when Claire said:
Why don’t you look that up on the ipad?
An innocent enough statement, you might say. But let’s look at the implications here. Continue reading
So it happened. I had my first night of dreams about The Wedding.
These dreams were made up of a few sub-types:
- I was late to the wedding and missed it.
- I had too many drinks during the day and showed up to the church drunk. -Not sure how this would happen…
- Couldn’t find my tux. -This actually resulted in arriving to the ceremony naked…
I suppose this kind of thing is normal when the wedding is a lot of what Claire and I talk about these days, but it sure doesn’t make for a restful night’s sleep.
I got a smoker for Christmas from my parents that is absolutely fantastic.
Fully assembled and heating up for the initial run.
The first item we smoked was a Boston butt. I rubbed it with what I can only describe as nectar of the gods in barbecue rub form.
I discovered Uncle Yammy’s with my friend Cameron last Spring when we went up to Pawley’s Island. Cameron discovered it in the store there and it was a hit.
I had to go to seven grocery stores to find it in Charleston, but find it I did!
It is a standby.
Here’s the initial Butt in the smoker: Continue reading
Some of you have already seen the beautiful bling that Jamey gave me for our engagement, but here’s a pic for you far away friends:
Yes, he did like it so he put a ring on it.
It’s sapphire and diamond.
Yeah, you could probably say he did a pretty great job picking it out – all on his own.