Labor day adventures

We whipped out our passports this weekend. I always feel so cool when I get to use my passport. Like I’ve arrived — I’m officially a part of the cultured and refined cool kids club.

But this weekend wasn’t about growing in cultural competence. It wasn’t about climbing into the seat of a big old jet plane that would whisk me away to some exotic place in the Mediterranean.

Nope. It sure wasn’t.

Instead, we went to Canada.

It was about being in the backseat of a car for six and half hours, nestled between my husband and his best friend, rattling off bad laffy taffy jokes and drinking $.99 cent stale coffee from a Holiday.

It was one of the best Labor day weekends of my life.

We drove and drove, handed a man with a bullet-proof vest our five passports, drove some more, hopped in a boat, and traveled to an island 10 minutes away … where we settled for three days.

Three glorious days of being with wonderful friends, enjoying beautiful scenery, and exploring this land they call Canada.

And then we had to leave. *sigh*

Laughing, playing, and eating taffy all the way home. 😉

What do you call a cow with a twitch?  

Beef Jerky. 

What did you do this weekend?

Graduation season

My younger brother Kyle graduated from college on Saturday. Needless to say, we had to be there to celebrate his achievement.

Both of my brother’s are wonderfully talented, but Kyle has this insane memory. Total God-given gift. (Came in handy as a History/Political Science Major). He’s like a walking talking wikipedia search engine. Seriously, he’s real smart.

Here he is in all his cap and gown glory. Congratulations Kyle.

Proud sister … I’d say yes. 🙂

I forgot to show you … my danishes

I made cheese danishes for my Mom on Mother’s Day. I told you I would. So I did. And they were delicious. And then I went for a long run. I took my own advice. 🙂

On Saturday evening — the day before the blessed Cheese Danish event —

By the way, did you just pronounce the word “blessed” in your head as bless-ed, or all letters together as blessed? I always wonder what people do. The word “blessed” takes on a whole new meaning based on it’s phonetic pronunciation.

You should know that I said, bless – ed.

Anyway, on Saturday evening, my punk of a little brother informed me that he is an official Cheese Danish connoisseur. I don’t ever remember this title being put on his tasting resume, but apparently at the ripe-old age of 20, Caleb has come to be an expert in all things danish.

Needless to say, the inevitable criticism that was destined to come my way caused me to sweat a bit. Spoken with the love and affection of a true little brother, Caleb says, “They better be good, Court.”

Thanks buddy. What an encourager you are.

When I’m feeling discouraged, I end sentences with prepositions. It’s very Yoda of me.

I awoke early Sunday morning to finish what I started. It was game time. Check em’ out! At this point, my heart beat with anticipated excitement.

Seriously, this recipe is a keeper. This really was easy. Did you make danishes? If not, there is always Father’s Day.

My danish-loving brother spoke sweetly to me on Sunday. He came into the kitchen, slowly cut off a corner, chewed thoroughly, then looked at me with a smirk and said, “wow, these are pretty good.”

Score. He should never underestimate his big sister.