This past weekend, Mr. Hunt and I went home to Bluffton to visit. It is so nice now that we both have the weekends off together so that we can do small weekend trips like this. Usually we decide to hit the road only a few days before we go, nothing is really ever planned that far in advance.
So in the middle of last week, Mr. Hunt and I were discussing what we wanted to do for the weekend. I suggested since we didn't have much to do here in Charlotte, that we go home for the weekend and see my family. It was Davis' 13th birthday too. Last year, we surprised Davis by showing up for his birthday, so I wanted to start a tradition of surprising him. Of course last year someone spilled the beans that we were coming, and again this year Dylan couldn't keep his mouth shut. Oh well, we tried.
When I called my mom to tell her we were coming, she informed me that her and my dad were going to a concert in Myrtle Beach for the weekend and wouldn't be there. I was sad to think I wouldn't see them, but we planned to go anyway.
Dylan, my 19 year old brother has been having a few friends over every weekend to have a fire in the backyard and spend the night. My mom warned me that they get a little crazy sometimes, but everything should be fine.
Saturday night came around and he and his friends were such angels. They stayed outside most of the night, while Mr. Hunt and I and some of my friends stayed inside. I really didn't want to know what they were doing out there anyway. He had about 15 people over at once, but only 5 or so spent the night and even came in the house. I have to admit, I was worried that something was going to happen, after all he is my little brother. I think I mentioned in a previous blog that I am just always worried that my brothers are safe and happy.
Everything went well. Dylan and his friend even sang happy birthday to Davis at midnight and even a few more times in the night.
The weekend was a lot of fun. Mr. Hunt and Davis got to play a round of golf.
I took Davis to Best Buy to buy a video game for his bday
We ate at Five Guys for dinner
My parents came home early Sunday to see us
My grandparents came over Sunday for Davis' bday celebration
We ate KFC (which I forgot how good it really was)
(the only bad thing was the girl hitting my car)
I love when I get to go see my family. This weekend we will relax, take the dogs to the dog park, go see our house, and go to Trevor Hall's concert. Updates on all of that next week. I hope everyone has a good weekend.
Love- J
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I'm a Magnet
This past weekend, Mr. Hunt and I drove down to Bluffton to be with my family for the weekend. It was also Davis' 13th birthday. He is finally a teen.
On Sunday, Mr. Hunt dropped Davis off at his play rehearsal while I took a shower and waiting for my parents and grandparents to come over. After they arrived, Mr. Hunt and I left to go back and pick Davis up. Before we picked him up, Mr. Hunt wanted a Gatorade so we stopped at the gas station.
While he was inside getting his drink, I pulled around in the parking lot of the gas station so that someone could still pump their gas, and I wouldn't be in the way. All of the sudden, I look over and this white SUV is backing up very slowly my way. She was getting awfully close, but I thought for sure there was no way she didn't see me. Once I realized that she definitely didn't see me, I went to go honk the horn to warn her, but it was too late. CRUNCH! She backed into the driver's side door, right where I was sitting.
Right when she pulled forward, Mr. Hunt came strolling out to see what was going on. The girl got out of the car and apologized for denting my car. To top it off, there were no dents what so ever on her car.
The car I had before my Ford was a Nissan Altima. That was my first car. I had all kinds of dents in it by the time I traded it in. Only one dent was from me. 1 out of 7 or 8. I swear I am a magnet for other cars to hit me. Thankfully (and knock on wood), I haven't got into a severe wreck, but all of the hits were hard enough to make dents.
When I got the Ford Explorer, I told myself I wasn't going to get ANY dents. Obviously I couldn't help that this girl hit me, but GEEZ, I just got this car a few months ago.
Hopefully I can get it fixed without too much of a hassle and then my car will be good as new again....not including the doggie smell that wont go away.
On Sunday, Mr. Hunt dropped Davis off at his play rehearsal while I took a shower and waiting for my parents and grandparents to come over. After they arrived, Mr. Hunt and I left to go back and pick Davis up. Before we picked him up, Mr. Hunt wanted a Gatorade so we stopped at the gas station.
While he was inside getting his drink, I pulled around in the parking lot of the gas station so that someone could still pump their gas, and I wouldn't be in the way. All of the sudden, I look over and this white SUV is backing up very slowly my way. She was getting awfully close, but I thought for sure there was no way she didn't see me. Once I realized that she definitely didn't see me, I went to go honk the horn to warn her, but it was too late. CRUNCH! She backed into the driver's side door, right where I was sitting.
Right when she pulled forward, Mr. Hunt came strolling out to see what was going on. The girl got out of the car and apologized for denting my car. To top it off, there were no dents what so ever on her car.
The car I had before my Ford was a Nissan Altima. That was my first car. I had all kinds of dents in it by the time I traded it in. Only one dent was from me. 1 out of 7 or 8. I swear I am a magnet for other cars to hit me. Thankfully (and knock on wood), I haven't got into a severe wreck, but all of the hits were hard enough to make dents.
When I got the Ford Explorer, I told myself I wasn't going to get ANY dents. Obviously I couldn't help that this girl hit me, but GEEZ, I just got this car a few months ago.
Hopefully I can get it fixed without too much of a hassle and then my car will be good as new again....not including the doggie smell that wont go away.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Summer Time
It is way too cold outside for me. I don't like cold at all. I wish it were 75 and sunny, year round. Maybe I need to move somewhere like that. I guess it is good for winter to come around, so when summer is here, it is so much more exciting.
Of course summertime was so much better when I was in school too, because I didn't have any work to do. I could go to the pool or beach everyday if I felt like it.
Even though I will be working Monday through Friday, I'm am going to be outside every weekend. I even like summer thunderstorms.
My goal for this summer is to learn to water ski. Believe me or not but even growing up in Hilton Head, I never learned to water ski. I just liked the tubing, still do.
Last summer I tried to water ski when I was with Mr. Hunt's family in Beaufort. They all can water ski very well, and I personally thought it looked so easy. Ask them, but I think I tried at least 40 times to get up. I kept falling and it was so frustrating. By the end I was just tired I think and couldn't pull myself up.
In my head I think it would be fun to be gliding across the water. Maybe I can learn some jumps and cool maneuvers. I need to learn the basics though first.
On the coldest days of the winter, I just think about the sun, sand, salt water, smell of sunscreen, packed lunches in coolers, bathing suits, wet dogs, towels, and tans. Then my days instantly becomes better.
Of course summertime was so much better when I was in school too, because I didn't have any work to do. I could go to the pool or beach everyday if I felt like it.
Even though I will be working Monday through Friday, I'm am going to be outside every weekend. I even like summer thunderstorms.
My goal for this summer is to learn to water ski. Believe me or not but even growing up in Hilton Head, I never learned to water ski. I just liked the tubing, still do.
Last summer I tried to water ski when I was with Mr. Hunt's family in Beaufort. They all can water ski very well, and I personally thought it looked so easy. Ask them, but I think I tried at least 40 times to get up. I kept falling and it was so frustrating. By the end I was just tired I think and couldn't pull myself up.
In my head I think it would be fun to be gliding across the water. Maybe I can learn some jumps and cool maneuvers. I need to learn the basics though first.
On the coldest days of the winter, I just think about the sun, sand, salt water, smell of sunscreen, packed lunches in coolers, bathing suits, wet dogs, towels, and tans. Then my days instantly becomes better.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Brothers
Aren't brothers great? I love my brothers so much. I miss them all the time. I don't think a day goes by where I don't think about them.
Older or younger, it doesn't matter, brothers are awesome. I don't have a sister so I'm not sure how those are. I think if I had a sister that would be fun and all, but I think I like being the only girl besides mommy. I wouldn't have wanted to "share" stuff with a sister.
If you don't know already, I have two younger brothers. Dylan is 19 and Davis is going to be 13 this weekend. WOW...they have grown up fast. Yes, Davis and I are 10 years apart and I love it. When he was born I was old enough to remember all of his life and I had fun as a 10 year old girl who loved to play "house". I would pretend Davis was mine! When Dylan was born I was only 4 years old and I don't remember anything. I think the earliest thing I remember about him is when I taught him to sit all by myself. Also the time when we were in our parents bed and we couldn't find the remote for the TV so I made him pull out the drawers of the cabinet that the TV was on and use them as stairs to change the channel. That ended very bad, the cabinet crashed down on him with me under too because I tried to save him. Anyway...which ever one of those came first.
When I left for college, Dylan was 13 and Davis was 7. That's why it seems that time flew by, because I only get to see them a few times a year. I felt like I had to take care of them back then, but now when I see them I feel like they should be taking care of me. They are so big now. Dylan is so much taller than me and Davis is just as tall as me. Most of the time people that don't know us think that Dylan is the oldest.
I am so proud of the things they have done. They have both accomplished so much. I hope they know how much they are loved by me and our Mom and Dad. Sometimes I worry about them and I'm not sure why. I think I just want them to be happy all the time no matter what, and be safe (you know how boys are). That's why every time I talk to them I say that I love them.
Dylan and Davis: if you are reading this, please know how much I love and miss you all the time. I wish you lived here with me so that we could be together everyday. If you ever need anything, please call me. I want to know all about your lives and want to know that you are happy with what you are doing. Keep doing what you are doing and know that you can accomplish anything you want to. Its a surprise, but Mr. Hunt and I are coming to see you tomorrow for the weekend and I can write that on here because I don't think you read this often if at all.
LOVE YOU!
Older or younger, it doesn't matter, brothers are awesome. I don't have a sister so I'm not sure how those are. I think if I had a sister that would be fun and all, but I think I like being the only girl besides mommy. I wouldn't have wanted to "share" stuff with a sister.
If you don't know already, I have two younger brothers. Dylan is 19 and Davis is going to be 13 this weekend. WOW...they have grown up fast. Yes, Davis and I are 10 years apart and I love it. When he was born I was old enough to remember all of his life and I had fun as a 10 year old girl who loved to play "house". I would pretend Davis was mine! When Dylan was born I was only 4 years old and I don't remember anything. I think the earliest thing I remember about him is when I taught him to sit all by myself. Also the time when we were in our parents bed and we couldn't find the remote for the TV so I made him pull out the drawers of the cabinet that the TV was on and use them as stairs to change the channel. That ended very bad, the cabinet crashed down on him with me under too because I tried to save him. Anyway...which ever one of those came first.
When I left for college, Dylan was 13 and Davis was 7. That's why it seems that time flew by, because I only get to see them a few times a year. I felt like I had to take care of them back then, but now when I see them I feel like they should be taking care of me. They are so big now. Dylan is so much taller than me and Davis is just as tall as me. Most of the time people that don't know us think that Dylan is the oldest.
I am so proud of the things they have done. They have both accomplished so much. I hope they know how much they are loved by me and our Mom and Dad. Sometimes I worry about them and I'm not sure why. I think I just want them to be happy all the time no matter what, and be safe (you know how boys are). That's why every time I talk to them I say that I love them.
Dylan and Davis: if you are reading this, please know how much I love and miss you all the time. I wish you lived here with me so that we could be together everyday. If you ever need anything, please call me. I want to know all about your lives and want to know that you are happy with what you are doing. Keep doing what you are doing and know that you can accomplish anything you want to. Its a surprise, but Mr. Hunt and I are coming to see you tomorrow for the weekend and I can write that on here because I don't think you read this often if at all.
LOVE YOU!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
My Favorite Cuisines
I have alot of favorite foods, steak, pizza, and anything cheese related just to name a few; but if I had to pick a type of food to eat for the rest of my life it would be either Italian food or Mexican food. I love them both.
I used to work at Carrabbas as a waitress, that didn't last long. I didn't like being a waitress, not to mention I could hardly deliver any food to the table without drooling all over it. I always ended up getting something to eat and taking it home since I got a 50% discount. That discount was great too because not only did I get 50% off at Carrabbas, I also got it at Outback and Bonefish. I think the reason I love Italian food so much is because they use alot of cheese. I also love pasta and sauce and they use alot of that too.
Mexican food might be my favorite out of the two. I especially love chips and salsa. I always get the queso dip to go along with the chips, but talking to a girl I work with that knows authentic Mexican food, she said that there is no such thing as queso in authentic Mexican food. I was a little disappointed. Now when I say Mexican food, I don't mean Taco Bell. I try to go to the most authentic restaurants (that have queso). I usually always get the same thing, but always nibble off of Mr. Hunt's plate. I always get a chicken and cheese quesadilla. Again, I think it is the fact that everything that is Mexican food is basically covered in cheese. I also love their red rice (not really sure of the name) but not a fan of beans.
Tonight Mr. Hunt and I are meeting his brother and wife, Michael and Rachel at Monterrey Mexican Restaurant. We usually meet them there once a week. Rachel and I both get margaritas with salt on the rim. Rachel doesn't like cheese so everything she orders, she gets no cheese. Maybe I should tell her to get the cheese and put it on my plate.
I used to work at Carrabbas as a waitress, that didn't last long. I didn't like being a waitress, not to mention I could hardly deliver any food to the table without drooling all over it. I always ended up getting something to eat and taking it home since I got a 50% discount. That discount was great too because not only did I get 50% off at Carrabbas, I also got it at Outback and Bonefish. I think the reason I love Italian food so much is because they use alot of cheese. I also love pasta and sauce and they use alot of that too.
Mexican food might be my favorite out of the two. I especially love chips and salsa. I always get the queso dip to go along with the chips, but talking to a girl I work with that knows authentic Mexican food, she said that there is no such thing as queso in authentic Mexican food. I was a little disappointed. Now when I say Mexican food, I don't mean Taco Bell. I try to go to the most authentic restaurants (that have queso). I usually always get the same thing, but always nibble off of Mr. Hunt's plate. I always get a chicken and cheese quesadilla. Again, I think it is the fact that everything that is Mexican food is basically covered in cheese. I also love their red rice (not really sure of the name) but not a fan of beans.
Tonight Mr. Hunt and I are meeting his brother and wife, Michael and Rachel at Monterrey Mexican Restaurant. We usually meet them there once a week. Rachel and I both get margaritas with salt on the rim. Rachel doesn't like cheese so everything she orders, she gets no cheese. Maybe I should tell her to get the cheese and put it on my plate.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
LOVE Day
I had a wonderful Valentines Day this year. I spent it with Mr. Hunt of course (this was our 5th year being each others Valentines). Anything that has to do with spending time with him is great, but something about it being Valentines Day always makes it that much more special.
On Friday when I got home from work, Mr. Hunt was sitting in the car on the phone. I started to wait on him to get off the phone to walk inside with him, but he kept talking and it was cold outside. I went inside and let the dogs out. He was still on the phone. When he finally came in 15 minutes later he told me he was on the phone with our friend Billy trying to make plans for the night.
Later on that evening, Mr. Hunt told me that he tried to schedule a couples massage for us for Valentines Day, but they were booked up. He said he called all of them in the Charlotte area. They weren't just booked for Sunday (Valentines Day), they were booked for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and even Monday (since it was presidents Day). I thought it was sweet for him to think of me and even try to make reservations. Not event 10 minutes later, one of the places called and told him that people were cancelling because of the snow. He booked it for 11am the next morning.
That night we watched a movie and went to bed early, knowing that we were going to get a massage in the morning. The next morning, there was snow everywhere (even more than last time). It was fun to drive in it and see it as we were headed to the massage. The place we went to get a massage was in Huntersville which is about 20 minutes away.
The massages were great (at least mine was). Mr. Hunt said he loved his too. We were so relaxed. After the massage they gave us a glass of champagne and brownies and cookies. It was great! We went out to eat for lunch and could hardly make it home we were so tired. I guess the massage made is so relaxed that we got tired because we went to bed at a decent hour so we shouldnt have been so tired.
On Valentines Day we took the dogs on a long walk, went to McAllisters for lunch, and went to look at our house. The house looks great (I have pictures, but something is wrong with our new laptop already and I cant put pics up)! All of the framing is done, the doors are in, the fireplace is in, and the shower and bathtubs are in. I'm getting even more excited about moving. Valentines evening was spent relaxing with each other.
I'm so glad that someone made up Valentines Day. Even for the people that don't have a significant other, the day can be spent with family too. Like I said before, our day was just like all the other weekend days (besides the massage on Saturday), but it meant so much more knowing that it was Valentines Day.
I LOVE YOU MR. HUNT!
On Friday when I got home from work, Mr. Hunt was sitting in the car on the phone. I started to wait on him to get off the phone to walk inside with him, but he kept talking and it was cold outside. I went inside and let the dogs out. He was still on the phone. When he finally came in 15 minutes later he told me he was on the phone with our friend Billy trying to make plans for the night.
Later on that evening, Mr. Hunt told me that he tried to schedule a couples massage for us for Valentines Day, but they were booked up. He said he called all of them in the Charlotte area. They weren't just booked for Sunday (Valentines Day), they were booked for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and even Monday (since it was presidents Day). I thought it was sweet for him to think of me and even try to make reservations. Not event 10 minutes later, one of the places called and told him that people were cancelling because of the snow. He booked it for 11am the next morning.
That night we watched a movie and went to bed early, knowing that we were going to get a massage in the morning. The next morning, there was snow everywhere (even more than last time). It was fun to drive in it and see it as we were headed to the massage. The place we went to get a massage was in Huntersville which is about 20 minutes away.
The massages were great (at least mine was). Mr. Hunt said he loved his too. We were so relaxed. After the massage they gave us a glass of champagne and brownies and cookies. It was great! We went out to eat for lunch and could hardly make it home we were so tired. I guess the massage made is so relaxed that we got tired because we went to bed at a decent hour so we shouldnt have been so tired.
On Valentines Day we took the dogs on a long walk, went to McAllisters for lunch, and went to look at our house. The house looks great (I have pictures, but something is wrong with our new laptop already and I cant put pics up)! All of the framing is done, the doors are in, the fireplace is in, and the shower and bathtubs are in. I'm getting even more excited about moving. Valentines evening was spent relaxing with each other.
I'm so glad that someone made up Valentines Day. Even for the people that don't have a significant other, the day can be spent with family too. Like I said before, our day was just like all the other weekend days (besides the massage on Saturday), but it meant so much more knowing that it was Valentines Day.
I LOVE YOU MR. HUNT!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Southern Snow
It is supposed to snow again here tonight. This time it will be coming from the south. I think I will like the Southern snow more than the Northern snow...if there is a difference. I just like everything that has to do with the south.
Columbia, Charleston, and even Myrtle Beach are supposed to get snow too.
Living in Hilton Head all my life, we never got snow (except for once when I was three) that stayed on the ground. Every time that snow would fall out of the sky during school, classes would stop and everyone would run outside and play in the snow. It was great. We all wished that it would stick, but it never did. We had plenty of snow days where they cancelled school, but it never snowed. We would always just go to the beach all day.
When it snowed here a few weeks ago, Mr. Hunt and I closed the blinds and stayed home that Friday night. I didn't want to see the snow accumulating. I wanted to wake up and see it all. (Ill admit that I did sneak a peek or two throughout the night) When we woke up on Saturday, the first thing I did was look outside and when I saw that I couldn't even see the street I yelled to Mr. Hunt, "WE'RE SNOWED IN!!!!" He quickly told me that we weren't, but I was for sure since I couldn't see the ground that we were. A few hours later I looked outside again to see tire tracks all through the snow. I was so sad!
I hope this southern snow brings more than last time. It was fun to play in it with the dogs.
Columbia, Charleston, and even Myrtle Beach are supposed to get snow too.
Living in Hilton Head all my life, we never got snow (except for once when I was three) that stayed on the ground. Every time that snow would fall out of the sky during school, classes would stop and everyone would run outside and play in the snow. It was great. We all wished that it would stick, but it never did. We had plenty of snow days where they cancelled school, but it never snowed. We would always just go to the beach all day.
When it snowed here a few weeks ago, Mr. Hunt and I closed the blinds and stayed home that Friday night. I didn't want to see the snow accumulating. I wanted to wake up and see it all. (Ill admit that I did sneak a peek or two throughout the night) When we woke up on Saturday, the first thing I did was look outside and when I saw that I couldn't even see the street I yelled to Mr. Hunt, "WE'RE SNOWED IN!!!!" He quickly told me that we weren't, but I was for sure since I couldn't see the ground that we were. A few hours later I looked outside again to see tire tracks all through the snow. I was so sad!
I hope this southern snow brings more than last time. It was fun to play in it with the dogs.
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