I'm a smart lady...

...or maybe I have just a teensy bit of common sense.

A couple of weeks ago we "won" tickets to see Trey Anastasio in Charlotte last night. He used to play in Phish and the Great Wiki says in 2003 he was listed as 73 on the Rolling Stone list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time.

I say "won" with quotes because C was listening to WCU's radio station one morning, heard about the contest, called a guy he knows that does the morning show & he said yeah, don't worry about calling in, we'll just give you some.

Cool. They'll be at will-call. Twice we were told this.

So being my ultra-cautious self, because it takes 3 hours to drive to Charlotte, I told C to call the concert venue & check to make sure the tickets are there.

I get a phone call from C at 4:30 yesterday telling me he has some good news and bad news. Bad news, the venue has no record of our tickets. In fact, they have no record of ANY tickets from WCU. Hm. Okay. Good news: we don't have to drive 6 hours to go to a concert of someone I'd never heard of (I know, boo me) when C had to be up early this morning for Open House.

I'm a smart lady.

So instead we stayed in and watched The Secret Life of Bees. Great movie; get out the tissues.

My favorite Willie Nelson song

This one's for you Rachel! :o)

Weight loss rewards

A good motivator to lose weight is to reward oneself when certain goals are reached. Buy a book, clothes, whatever floats your boat.

But previously I haven't been able to come up with anything that I really want while still being realistic. Until just a second ago when I determined my reward.

Another tattoo. That's something I can (kinda) afford and would love to have. I don't plan on going all out with my next one...something smaller and less colorful than the one I have now. And what would the goal be? 130 lbs? Run a 5K in a certain amount of time? Hmmmm... *contemplation continues*

A video for you to enjoy

This is pretty easy to do (if you don't count the time involved), but it still amazes me.

Continued

This is where we stayed.

Valentine's Day

Occurred right after we got back from spending more money than we had hoped in Canada, so it was kind of an afterthought.

At least for me, it was. C went and got me lotions, bath bubbles, & a super comfy bath robe...and sadly, I didn't get him anything. He asked me if we were going to celebrate Valentine's Day and I said yes. To him that meant go buy something. To me it meant cards and a home cooked dinner. Perhaps I should be more specific next time.

I will say, I was pretty impressed with the dinner I made. I roasted (using our new roaster C's mom gave us) a 5lb boston butt for 11 hours. Basting every 1 hour. Also used a cool blackening rub I made from several spices. 11 hours. Basting every 1 hour. Annoying, to say the least, but well worth it. I made my own bbq sauce too--so good! Cheese grits...mmmmm...didn't realize it would be so easy. Duh. Grits + cheese = cheese grits. And applesauce. From a jar. Can't get easier than that. So I guess I balanced out the time consuming task of the butt with the ease of the grits & applesauce. I also baked an apple pie/cobbler. Crust bottom cobbler top. Which was okay I suppose--I don't enjoy baked apples very much, but C loves apple pies, so I thought I'd be nice.

Especially since I didn't get him anything. :oP