Too Much of Good Thing?

Can you have too much of a good thing?  Too many fabulous weekends?  Did the giant scale that measures out good weekends finally tip in the direction of bad?  I think so.  Caleb and I had another jam-packed fun weekend planned for Memorial Day, but for me it came to an abrupt halt with a headache, fever, and a tummy rumble.  Yep, the stomach flu.  Ick.  

I managed to squeeze in one great evening in Hanover, IN with my sister-in-law and Caleb's family.  We celebrated Micah's graduation with a picnic and some karaoke... hopefully a video of Caleb singing his heart out to "Let It Be" is soon to come.  

I was actually feeling really crummy here, but I think I
hid it pretty well!

The following day I made it to the graduation, but admittedly slept through over half of the ceremony (sorry Micah).  I did get to see Micah walk across the stage and I am so proud of my sis-in-law.  The rest of the day was spent laying in bed not even caring that the rest of my family attended a riverside graduation celebration under a white tent that included homemade fried chicken and all the sides, a DJ, dancing, toasts, and plenty of wine.  

We stayed in this cute little room at River Boat Inn.  I was real familiar with the smaller of the two beds by the end of our stay.

Caleb's feet littering the picture.

Luckily, on Sunday my fever was gone and I was able to make it to Sugar Mill for my family's annual fish fry.  I managed to enjoy some fish and onion rings, but was totally bummed that I wasn't able to hold Baby Cannon.  :(  How adorable is he?  I would have hated for him to get sick on my account.

Caleb, fish fryer extraordinaire!

Monday things started going downhill again and today I finally went to the doctor.  Thankfully he confirmed that I was not contagious after my fever broke on Saturday, wrote me a prescription, and encouraged me to lay on the couch all day.  I stopped at the pharmacy, picked up my medicine, and rented two movies from the Redbox.  I also managed to do 6 loads of laundry so the day wasn't a total bust.  I always feel so guilty staying home from work sick though... 

The extent of this weekends plans consist of a date with my hubby to go to the theatre and thats that.  I'm going to sleep in, read, sew, and take it easy!  

I hope that you all were well over Memorial Day.

Pizza Oven. Enough Said.

While I was in Evansville spending the weekend with my friends I had the pleasure of visiting one of my favorite establishments.  

Alright.  I know it doesn't look like much... looks can be deceiving though, right?  I mean, thats the first thing you learn when you go to Kindergarten and your mom is trying to teach you how to make friends... don't judge a book by its cover... whats on the inside is the thing that counts... good things come from unexpected places (or maybe its good things come in small packages)...  Well, its true.  

I'm now going to introduce you to the best pizza place in Evansville, Indiana.  Make that the world.  Yes, the best pizza place in the world.

PIZZA OVEN

It's right next door to this sketchy looking tanning parlor... not sure if tanning is whats really going on inside, but thats not the point.  I wanted to take some pictures of the inside so you could get a complete feel of the rustic nature of this amazingly wonderful aromatic piece of heaven, but the workers were already looking at me like I was a tourist from the wrong side of town.

I could hardly contain myself as we were driving the pie back to Brittany's.  Truthfully I didn't contain myself.  I had a slice before the restaurant was even out of sight.

I ripped the paper off with the determination of someone who hadn't eaten in three days.

And then I proceeded to eat nine pieces.  

Baby Baby Baby

Times like these I wish I had a nice camera to capture special moments.  Words cannot express what a wonderful weekend I had with my friends last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning.  I guess I think that a fancy camera would make up for my lack of an expressive vocabulary...  or maybe I'm just thinking of excuses to get a new fancy electronic...

Friday my friends and I drove to Evansville for the baby shower that I threw for my amazingly wonderful and beautiful friend, and mother-to-be, Brittany.  I met Brittany in college and after weddings, tragedy, many glasses of wine, and now a pregnancy, she has turned into one of my very best friends.  Brittany is the kind of friend that calls every week to see whats new, would travel across the state to see me if I needed a shoulder to cry on, and gossips with me up over a glass of wine.  I just know that she will be an amazing mother and I can't wait to meet little Nolan.

The glowing mother-to-be!

Her shower was a picnic theme, but everyone knows that Mother Nature has not been showing us any mercy so the shower ended up taking place inside.  Most of the paper items, silverware, straws, and utensils came from an amazing website called Garnish.  Seriously amazing.  Love it.  I will be using this site when I plan all future events.  I love it because the prices, even shipping, are very reasonable, the service was prompt, and the products were very high quality.  AND you don't have to order in bulk!

Oh how I would love to be a party planner....

These cupcake were absolutely delish!  They were filled with cream cheese
and chocolate chips so there is no need for icing!  They are perfect
for an outdoor picnic.

Dianna and Jessica are two others that I can't live without... Dianna is getting married in September and Jess and I are currently planning her Bridal Shower and Bachelorette Party.  You all know how much I love planning so I am in heaven.  HEAVEN.  It's all I can think about!

My favorite part of any shower is the gift opening.  I made this wall hanging for Baby Nolan's nursery.  I also made a scrapbook.  Both were surprisingly easy.  I got the idea for the wall hanging from Crap I've Made. Wonderful blog.  Seriously.  You should read it.  

Look at us.  Love.  

This was really just a small part of our weekend.  There was movie watching, Italian soda drinking, Ice-Cream shop visiting, shopping, and much more.  Plus we got pizza from the most amazing little pizza place in the world.  A post on that to come.

I hope everyone is staying safe with all this crazy weather...

Fire Pie Love.



I had the most amazing weekend!  I was disappointed when it was brough to an abrupt end by my annoying alarm telling me that it was time to get up and go to work this morning.  Ick.  I actually had a dream that I decided to take the day off and extend the weekend by sewing and watching trashy daytime t.v all morning and afternoon.  Oh well, I went to work like a big girl.

Before I tell all about my fabulous weekend with my wonderful, beautiful, and oh so fun-to-be-around girlfriends, I want to post about my previous just as wonderful weekend camping with my family.  Last week was so hectic with making plans for the baby shower that I never got a chance.

I loooove love love going camping.  Although I love roughing it in the woods, eating off the end of a hot dog stick, and peeing in the woods, my favorite kind of camping is at Sugar Mill.  I love the smell of the campfires, the sound of golf carts putting around the lake, and the host of memories associated with my teenage years. Part of the attraction is the fact that my family has been camping there for years... and all the memories I have of my father in one of the places that he was happiest.  

My family loves it there.  My grandparents are Sugar Mill celebrities.  They have their own commemorative rock with their names and how long they've been camping.  Yep, your read that right... 41 years plus going to Sugar Mill.

I think that my Grandpa loves Sugar Mill best.  My Grandma loves it too, but Grandpa is a die-hard Sugar Mill camper.  I think that he is the first one out on the dock fishing every season.  If the weather is nice, and even when it isn't, you better believe that he is down there seeking whatever might be biting.  

Sometimes I get in on the action...

Caleb's activity of choice is, of course, reading.  Not just any reading... thats a textbook in his hands, people.  Who reads a textbook when they are camping?  Aren't you supposed to relax?  Oh well, I guess you have to admire his dedication.  

But I saved the best part of the weekend for last... Fire Pies.  Its like a grilled cheese, but made in these pie irons and with a fruity filling... or Caleb's personal favorite: marshmallow and peanut butter.  You cook it over the fire and eat it all nice and hot and gooey.  Mmmm...

I obviously know how to enjoy my food... I debated whether or not I should mention this, but I have a confession to make.  I ate three fire pies....  In case you lost count, that is six pieces of bread filled to the seams with fruity goodness.  I will admit... I realized it was a mistake as soon as I took my last bite.  When in Rome...

The weekend ended way too soon, but I couldn't think of a better ending.  My Grandpa told stories out at the campfire of all his Shenanigans from when he was younger.  I love those stories.  I could listen to them over and over.  My grandfather is an amazing, wonderful, and inspiring man.  And he knows how to have fun.  :)  

                     

So Caleb and I went home smelling like campfire and rested... and I think I went home 5 pounds heavier... It was a wonderful wonderful weekend.  I have the best family.