... home. Just kidding. But the place that we would call home for the next couple of days was our next stop. First of all, Rick chose San Antonio. Rick wanted to come to San Antonio. Rick wanted to see the Alamo. And Rick selected this vacation spot because it wasn't very far from our home.
Or so he thought.
Five and a half hours of driving time later, (we made several stops so I'm only counting up the driving time) we arrived at our new home. Rick was amazed at how long it took. I reminded him that that was what FIVE AND A HALF HOURS OF DRIVING felt like. He still seemed so surprised.
But we did arrive.
And while I was off parking the car ... he was off shmoozing with the front desk gal. I always secure us the best rooms with the best views of the best walls or trash cans. Rick managed to get us a FULL UPGRADE with a room ON THE RIVER overlooking THE RIVERWALK.
WITH A BALCONY...
Rick is now in charge of getting us rooms all the time.
Rick done good. Too bad he didn't order cooler weather for us, though.
... we snuck away for a couple of days. I really really really wanted to go somewhere during my summer break but the time just got away from us. We were either awaiting info on Liz' trial date (didn't want to be away and unable to return to the big event) or we had some dr. appts. lined up that we couldn't miss or we were poor (when aren't we, though?) or we (well, I) just didn't have the energy. A little bit of each of those excuses, I'm afraid. However, the last one rang the truest.
I return to work this coming Thursday so I just HAD to be able to say I went somewhere. Anywhere. And, San Antonio won the pool. So off we went on Wednesday.
First stop? Italy, Texas. We didn't KNOW we were in Italy, Texas... it just so happens that the gas station we stopped at was in Italy. And it just so happens that the gas station has THIS attached to it!!! I was a very happy girl! I grew up loving this place. Well, not THIS one in particular, but many of it's cousins.
Now, it sure ain't what it used to be... but it'll do. It used to be a full, free-standing store but now it's just a small little area in a truck stop. Still ...
And once I was all pecan-logged up, off we headed ... to remember the Alamo.
We've been in Texas now for ... eight years. Yep, eight. Hard for me to believe, too. And since it's been eight whole years, it's only fitting that I attempted to finish unpacking. Right?
Actually, I happened upon one last box yesterday. It was stored way way back in our pantry and although I knew it was there, I did a pretty good job of ignoring it. But the time came yesterday to finally open it up.
This is our cat, Jeannie. Liz caught her taking a "selfie," too. She did pretty good ...
... for a cat.
Wanna see another funny picture?
Liz went to Oklahoma last weekend (not all that far, if you're reading this in California and wondering) and parked near this and freaked out. I imagine she freaked out laughing and not from sheer terror.
Most of us would imagine this was a statue of a cow pretending to be a policeman. Not Liz. She posted it on Facebook and titled it: "A cow pretending to be a flight attendant?"
I prefer Jeannie's selfie. Unless, of course, that cow really is pointing to the exit doors.
We have some very average foliage in our front yard. I make no claim to have a green thumb, in fact, I'd go so far as to say I have a black thumb. Nothing grows, nothing even tries to grow. So, our foliage is average at best. And I take no credit in even getting it to it's average status.
These purple thingys are in our front yard. Just sitting there being purple.
The little yellow flower below is making a statement. It's saying, "hello... I'm here, too, no thanks to the lady who lives in the house."
Here's a little bigger picture of it. I want you to see how well a flower can actually grow when I don't take care of it. At all. When it's left to its own devices.
Some pinkage, too.
So ... what's the point here? Despite my black thumb, despite my lack of gardening knowlege, soil savvyness and my desire to even TRY to grow anything ...
... something growed.
And I have no idea how or why or where. Well, I know where. But WHERE did it come from?
One, and I mean ONE, lone little sunflower is standing in our front yard. Just standing there!
The weirdest part? No one has ever seen it before.
It just suddenly appeared. Right there!
I felt compelled to take another photo of it, lest it decide to turn and run away.
Close up. 'Cuz I'm still in shock.
Close up of my car, too, in case it up and ran away as well.
Wanna see a side view?
Wanna see the back view?
Yeah, I'm pretty amazed, in case you couldn't tell.
Best view of both the sunflower and my car.
I had to photograph this little guy. I fear I might never, ever see it again. And, if left to my gardening prowess, I never will.
Look! Is that a little bud growing beside the main flower?