Spas, Horses and Romance

So I did not train a falcon, although I probably could have if I wanted to. Actually, I think we probably could have done anything we wanted to. While my honey hasn’t quite gotten the pics online quite yet and I can’t like to them. Let me say that the website to the Greenbrier does not do the place justice. Not only is it more beautiful , more serene and more elegant… the pictures do not capture the feeling. Picture the movie Titanic, as they walk into the ballroom and the ship changes from broken down and sunken to the most luxurious ship (or however they described it). That was what this place felt like. The main house/ mansion was extravagant in itself but the fact that it was also nearly empty – save the dozen or so staff members waiting to help you at every turn- so it felt like we were alone most of the time.  

As if just being there wasn’t enough, there were so many activities to choose from that I decided Peanut had to go train himself. We went to the spa each day, toured the famous bunker , ate atop the golf course, sipped tea in the afternoon, toured the grounds on our trusted steeds and enjoyed a relaxing carriage ride. It was amazing. I really felt like one of those 18th century noblewoman who made the place their home…. well except the noble thing and those really painful looking hoop skirts.

And while I can’t pinpoint my favorite activity, I can pinpoint my favorite moment. Sorry ya’ll but it was my anniversary so I’m gonna get a bit mushy. After our 5 hour drive to the grounds, we were starving and ran to the golf course to  get something to eat. We were both hungry and tired and so excited to be there and ordered what sounded like the most amazing food ever at the moment and relaxed. While my honey ordered himself a cup of french onion soup -my favorite back in the milk eating days– he received what can only be described as a pile of bubbling cheese with some soup under it. While it was very good, there was a bit too much cheese even for my Norwegian mouse. As he sat there carefully picking through the cheese in an attempt to find some onions, he suddenly exclaimed I found a patch. Then he asked if I would like a bite.. and since it was food, i of course said yes. So he fed me his soup and pushed away his bowl… to which I said why did you do that. He replied that was the last of it. And I looked at him and said well then why did you give it to me. And he simply shrugged looked at me and said, “because I love you,” just like that. It was like living one of those old lifesaver commercials.

Anyway, a good time was had by all but sadly I am back in the present day , where there is apile of work waiting for me…seriously.. I was gone for ONE day!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

After watching Across the Universe and the past two weeks of idol – all devoted to the Beatles– I went on a little Beatles kick of my own this weekend.  After scouring through my husband’s music collection, and those of his colleagues, I compiled about 5 CDs of the British Invasion. Including my all time favorite, Rocky Raccoon. That’s right CareBear, I’m a raccoon fan. Honestly, one of their best songs and I have no idea why more people don’t know it. Anyway, after hijacking his computer for an hour or so to download everything, I have a mostly complete collection. Yay!

BeatlesMania aside, we also took a trip to Annapolis on Sunday. Once we finally got ourselves together, stopped eating the candy from the Easter  basket I made him, we hit the road. Now that his camera is back from the technology hospital, we are trying to get out to nice places. So, it was quite a day, shopping, oysters and picture fun. You can check out his pictures here.

 Anyway, this is pretty boring but I’m really tired and think I need  to go to the car and get my CDs.

In it to Win it

While the cheertastic girls in Bring it On 750 may have been in it to win it, the writers certainly were not. From the Sharks vs. Jets team names, which would later be known as the Shets (brilliant) to the pivotal ”Total Cheerclipse of the Heart” this one sucked. The title was certainly catchy though!

The cheertastrophy did however put an end to my tv viewing for the next week. For those of you who don’t know, I have begun my long day’s journey …well… down the street. My arms hurt from carrying bags, I didn’t make a dent in my packing and now my beloved cable will be taken from me. Woe is me. Well actually, I had to move the cable early to take advantage of the special from those Comcastic bastards… because I didnt have enough of a reason to consider Comcastic a curse.

Btw, I think I used about 10 made up words in this post… made up or have I just expanded my vocabulary?  Hmmm….