One of These Days...

I'LL GET MY LIFE BACK.

UNTIL THEN...

Torrid Love Affair

Number 5 having begun preschool this year, awesome-hottie hubby and I take lunch dates quite often. It's most refreshing not having to bring along any kids.

Not that we don't love them; sometimes we don't like them, though. :0)

My girlfriends at hubby's work always give us a hard time after these lunch dates. Truthfully, so does the elementary principal and registrar--they're both ornery, older ladies and boy if they read this, I'll never hear the end of calling them "older". They rolled hubby and the upper school principal's office a couple of weeks ago just b/c they're the males in charge at school. All the women in the office call them "the boys," especially if they mess up anything. It never ends with the practical jokes and cutting up. That's the real reason I spend so much time up there.

Ribbing, giggling and suggestive comments aside, my hubby and I press forward. We appreciate good food too much and HSV is smack-full of eateries, cafe's, bistros, franchises and mom-n-pops.

We're still finding new places after almost two years living here. The Yellow Pages lists 54 PAGES of restaurants in HSV and the surrounding area. If you appreciate good food, you'll love HSV. There is one family in town that owns four different-themed restaurants and they're ALL yummy and extraordinarily clean. I've watched them clean the floors with steaming hot water and they take their shoes off to mop. And that seems to be the "norm" around here. Okay, I'm getting off-subject...

Two weeks ago hubby made a reservation at a quaint, little restaurant called the D&L Bistro, called me for a lunch date and came by the house to pick me up. It's been many years since all those things have happened at one time. All the planets must have been aligned that day or something. Just kidding, I have to give him kudos. "Kudos, G".

Mmmm, Mmmm, was it good!

Hubby scored some points, making reservations.

He's definitely up to something.

Not Inspired...

Inspiration in and of myself has fallen to the wayside as of late.

Busy World.

Busy Church.

Busy Life.

Busy Me.

Slowed down today to take a look at someone else's world. A world I've only seen a glimpse of myself. Read her story at "To Write Love On Her Arms". It's a great cause if you're lookin' for a charity.

It was a dark place.

Even among love.

We're all just one fallen step away.

What takes us there?

What brings us back?

Why so many?

Why can't we see?

Do we care?

Do we?