Hip Home Ec, Cooking and so much more

So, we made it to the beach and back and I've somehow got a handle on my new routine, YAAC, YOGA AT ALL COSTS. Since we have returned I've been trying out this new thing that's an old thing called "cooking supper". Nutty. I've discovered an awesome book I wish I'd had around when I was a single chicky called, "Hip Home Ec, Get Crafty" by Jean Railla. It's really wonderful with handy tips about sewing, gift making, girl power and what you need to have in your fridge at all times. I'm still fantasizing about a life of cooking, sewing, baking, gardening, yoga and such. Halloween is upon us and I'm dreaming of pumpkins and candied apples. We went to a fun carnival at Travis Heights elementary and ate all kinds of bad stuff like corn dogs, sausage wraps, flavored ice, cookies, cupcakes and popcorn. Ooooh. We went through a scary haunted house and I had a ladybug painted on my face. We went with old friends and it was a lovely evening. Jake has decided to be spiderman, so we will see how that goes when we actually put the costume on him. Independent minded fella that he is, you never know which direction he will go. I've got a new handle on the yoga thing. I have decided that I have to do it every day. It's important for my mental well-being and makes me feel better than just about anything else (except for orgasms, teehee), jeez did I just say that out loud. So, with that said, I have explained to "THE JAKE" that he can watch me, do it with me, or go to his room. That seems fair. Part of watching me is sitting on the couch giggling and saying "butt, butt, butt" every time the instructor does a "hiney in the air" pose. Oh well, I still see it as progress as long as he does not climb on me. I'll be honest, I have not pursued my efforts of being a rollergirl impersonator. I'm still trying to perfect my impersonation of myself, which is pretty fucking hard I might add. Still working on me, yup, trying to figure out just who I am don't ya know, yep, yep, yep. So, let me know if you have any clues. So, in closing, I will just say that the trip to Port Aransas was so amazing and beautiful and perfect. We had to leave the pups behind because it was too damn pricey to bring them. The Beachgate encourages you to not bring them by charging $15.00 per night, per dog. OUCH. It was actually very relaxing not having them and we really focused on Jake, eating and drinking beer. We just pondered and wandered the beach and Jake was so happy there was a permanant smile on his face that was downright goofy. We promised ourselves regular visits. As our good friend Dave said last night . . .every 7 days, every 7 weeks, every 7 months, every 7 years. It's been a while for us and we truly embraced it.