Christy and I use twitter fairly frequently during our lives and overall we really like it. It keeps us up to date with what friends are doing, what is going on and in some cases give us inspiration. About 3 weeks ago I started doing searches based on location, meaning that it pulls our whoever tweeted within 5 or 10 miles of me. Mostly what was returned was young high school  kids complaining about something or other… which is def not want I want to waste my life following!

But, the flip side is that I’ve picked up several people I follow that are fairly interesting and even had lunch with a guy that runs another design firm down here in Sugar Land. For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m beginning to break a few barriers, here in suburbia, when it comes to meeting people and finding people of similar interests (or even dissimilar interests).

Hoping to maybe keep meeting new folks and even put together a local meetup (or Tweetup for all the Geeks reading). So take some time and do some local searches for people tweeting around you!

P.S. if you are from Sugar Land be sure to follow @SLTownSquare as they seem to be the unofficial voice for our great city.

(Photo by friend and local Sugar Land photographer @mikehaskew)

In short… We went to steamboat for MusicFest, I’m now in the beardless part of the year, Christy is a redhead, Luke is 5, Crossbridge has moved into a building, it’s getting hot in Texas, we’re still traveling alot and have a river trip in our near future!

There… you’re all caught up. LOL

We spent this NYE over at our friends Brian and Angela’s. We watched motorcycle jumps, had pizza, drank Apple Martini’s, saw the ball drop and made fun of musicians that we had no idea who they were. It was sort of a last minute decision to head over and it was one of the best NYE’s we’ve had in a long time. Happy New Years everybody!

This year, as always I asked him if he would go with me to visit Santa?  Yes, he said.  Will you sit on his lap?  And to my surprise the answer was, “Yes”.  I was thrilled.

So, I throw on his best red shirt and jeans (because my child has no vests, thank you very much) and headed to the mall.

We arrived to the Santa Place and I began to see my little man getting a little apprehensive.  I got down on my knees and told him he didn’t have to do it if he didn’t want to.  I told him I just wanted a picture, but I understood if he just simply wanted to look at him.  I held his little chin in my hand and said, it’s just for me honey, but I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.  He looked up at me and said, “OK mom, I won’t say anything to him, I will just take my picture for you.”

I’m so proud of my little guy!

And of course I had to reward my brave boy with the messiest cookie ever!

The Texas Snow Globe

And so begins the game. We’ve given all kinds of truckstop gifts back and forth, including a glass unicorn on a mirror, an eagle, snowglobes and most recently… a frog serving dish. Given as an anniversary “present” to us with the assumption that we would indeed use it during a nice dinner we are left with the following picture which was taken immediately following the question “Is that a frog?”

The bar was just raised friends. And just FYI, they do sell clothes at these truckstops too…

Mile 1 – This is going to be the best Marathon ever!

Mile 2 – I should do the Iron Man!

Mile 3 – Gotta pass that skinny girl in the red.

Mile 4 – I’m totally going to beat last year’s time.

Mile 5 – How can that man smell so bad already?!

Mile 6 – Where is Ryan?

Mile 7 – What did that shirt say?

Mile 8 – Someone just won?!?!

Mile 9 – What time is it?

Mile 10 – Where is the pace setter?

Mile 11 – I think their clocks are wrong.

Mile 12 – I’m totally fine with not beating last year’s time.

Mile 13 – Half way, man my legs feel strong.

Mile 14 – How did that skinny girl in the red just pass me?

Mile 15 – I’m hungry.

Mile 16 – Look how weird that girl runs.

Mile 17 – I’m bored.

Mile 18 – I’m hot.

Mile 19 – I shouldn’t have eaten that power bar.

Mile 20 – My legs hurt.

Mile 21 – My ankles hurt.

Mile 22 – That girl just said, “Only four more miles”  She needs to shut up.

Mile 23 – I can’t do this anymore.

Mile 24 – Oh my good Lord.

Mile 25 – I just need to stop for a second.

Mile 26 – Oh I see balloons.

.2 – I think I’m going to cry.

20 miles of Hope…6.2 miles of Truth.

Run a marathon, it will change your life.