Confessions of a Slogger

So, I am a slogger.

A slacking blogger.

I confess.

And I apologize.

I have found the thing about blogging is that when I have the time to blog, I don't have exciting things to blog about. When exciting things are happening in my life, I don't have the time to blog about them.

We made the move from Dallas to Houston a few weeks ago. It was sad to leave all of the friends we have made in the last few months, but we knew we were being obedient. We are in the process of buying a house. Our FIRST house!! And it is awesome. My head is swarming with talk of real estate, mortgages, and decorating. Oh the decorating. This is the moment where I wish Nate Berkus and I were besties.  The process of buying this house is stressful, and has had many bumps in the road--but someday soon it will all be worth it.  Jimmy is loving his new job, and I am working hard to get my photography business up and running in Houston.

Our first married Christmas was INCREDIBLE!!! We had so much fun creating our own traditions and experiencing the different ways our families do holidays. One of my favorite things was setting up an outdoor movie theater at the Griffins house. We used Jimmy's projector to watch Iron Man2, sat on blankets, drank hot chocolate, and even lined the path with "aisle lights" aka Christmas lights.

In between Christmas and New Years, before Jimmy started his new job, we went to the ranch for the first time since our wedding. We visited with my grandparents and went deer hunting. We both shot a deer. I shot a spike and Jimmy shot an 8 point buck! We rang in 2011 with our friend Michael, watching fireworks on a bridge in Kerrville--anticlimactic and awesome.

Anecdote: I left the rifle bullet shell in my coat pocket after Jimmy shot his deer so I could keep it in our antique printers tray that holds memorable trinkets. A few days later I flew to Dallas with my mom to pack up our apartment and grabbed my coat, thinking it would be colder in Dallas. Well...TSA doesn't care that I shot a deer, and we had quite the airport scare. I was afraid I'd be taken in by HPD or something, but that didn't happen. I just left with a reminder to clean out my pockets after the next time I go hunting.

I have pictures from Christmas, hunting, and everything that's happened in the last month and a half, but not now...