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| Best Sporran Ever |
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| Kilt with flip flops |
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| This old chap made sure we knew he was a MacGregor |
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| Babes in Kilts |
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| In Texas heat, socks are optional |
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Kilt Up
Scottish Highland Festival in Texas
The Texas Scottish Festival in Arlington, Texas is the first Highland Festival we've ever attended. Mayfest and the Scarborough Renaissance Festival run the same time and we've been to both of those so it was time for something different and since we do have Scottish roots from the Clan Buchanan, it was time to get our Scottish on. It was fun and interesting. Only 93 degrees out so not incredibly terrible. Lots of artisans selling their wares, good food, clan tents represented, athletes throwing weird hammers and logs around, musicians, dancers, and guys walking around in kilts.
Here's a few pictures:
Here's a few pictures:
Haggis anyone? Considering that it's made from the lining of a lamb and other, um, interesting bits and pieces, it is really really tasty. Seriously. I was surprised at how good it is.Then there is the meat pie below, totally different than the pot pies I grew up with. These had little to no veggies, but are just so yummy. I can see why they are a favorite.
I'll add a few more pictures tomorrow of all the different kilts roaming the field.
Waiting Room Boredom
My husband went in for a simple procedure yesterday. What should have taken less than an hour ended up being 3 hours, half of that waiting to even get called to the back to begin.
So what do you do when you have to wait? And wait. Here are my tips:
1. Always have a book on you. Whether you bring an eReader or a paperback, have it.
2. Pad and Pen. A must have. Yes, I got some writing in. Other waitees kept giving me out-of-the-corner glances, wondering what I was writing so furiously and could it possibly be about them.
3. Bring a snack. Okay, I didn't. Nor had I eaten because I wasn't hungry and we were going to grab lunch together afterwards. Mistake. The only thing louder than my scrawling pen over paper was my stomach growling. That got several looks as well. And then we didn't have time to eat because I was late for work. Grrrr. A reeses peanut butter cup, though satisfying, is not lunch.
4. Um, possibly the food network wasn't the best channel for the telly's waiting room. Oh my gurgling belly, all these mouth-savoring dishes kept flashing across the screen. I think all of us in there were holding back from making a run on the nurses' stash and devouring all the juice and crackers. Several were white-knuckling their armrests. Have enough courage to ask the receptionist to change the channel.
5. Bring a smart phone. I do not wear big girl panties yet. I have not graduated into the era of smart phones, mores the pity. I bored holes into the guys happily social networking their way through waiting room boredom, most likely tweeting about being trapped in a waiting with a scary woman staring at their high-grade technology.
6. Play Brick Attack on your not-smart dumb phone. Boringest slowest game ever. Pong was more exciting.
How do you relieve waiting room boredom?
So what do you do when you have to wait? And wait. Here are my tips:
1. Always have a book on you. Whether you bring an eReader or a paperback, have it.
2. Pad and Pen. A must have. Yes, I got some writing in. Other waitees kept giving me out-of-the-corner glances, wondering what I was writing so furiously and could it possibly be about them.
3. Bring a snack. Okay, I didn't. Nor had I eaten because I wasn't hungry and we were going to grab lunch together afterwards. Mistake. The only thing louder than my scrawling pen over paper was my stomach growling. That got several looks as well. And then we didn't have time to eat because I was late for work. Grrrr. A reeses peanut butter cup, though satisfying, is not lunch.
4. Um, possibly the food network wasn't the best channel for the telly's waiting room. Oh my gurgling belly, all these mouth-savoring dishes kept flashing across the screen. I think all of us in there were holding back from making a run on the nurses' stash and devouring all the juice and crackers. Several were white-knuckling their armrests. Have enough courage to ask the receptionist to change the channel.
5. Bring a smart phone. I do not wear big girl panties yet. I have not graduated into the era of smart phones, mores the pity. I bored holes into the guys happily social networking their way through waiting room boredom, most likely tweeting about being trapped in a waiting with a scary woman staring at their high-grade technology.
6. Play Brick Attack on your not-smart dumb phone. Boringest slowest game ever. Pong was more exciting.
How do you relieve waiting room boredom?
Why I Like Time Travels
I'm over at the Sweet Not Spicy blog all week talking about what I love about Time Travels. Come on over and join me!
Happy Birthday A
Happy Birthday Sweetheart!
Memories:
When she was very young, whenever she got upset she'd tell herself over and over "it's okay, it's okay". I didn't make the connection until I saw her dad comforting her once, rocking and whispering, "it's okay, it's okay".
My husband's mom used to throw water on him when he pitched a tantrum, but the first time P tried that on A, she ran to her room and came back with an umbrella, as defiant as ever.
She rocks out to piano music~~a true head banger at the age of 2.
We once went to a military air fire show. A did not like the loud banging and forever after hid from any kind of fireworks.
She took things very seriously. She was the child that angsted over the 4th grade TAKs test because she knew she would never get in a good college if she messed up at this point. She never did take my word for it to relax about some things.
A likes to stand out. Shopping for prom dresses was always a treat because she would pick out the most unique styles.
Speaking of standing out, she'll admit she loved being an officer on the drill team mostly because their uniforms were white while everyone else's were red.
Her entire HS senior year, A and her friends would randomly break into Russian accents. ANY TIME. It was really annoying.
When her brothers push her too far and she growled at them, it's quickly followed by, "I'm sorry. I love you." But it comes out sounding like, "I'm sorry that I love you." She gets razzed for that.
Have a wonderful Birthday, honey. I love you.
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