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Sometimes you just need a weekend away.

Ian was working crazy hours with the races this weekend, so I decided that Haley and I would skip town.  To the lake we went with my mom and dad.

It was a very mellow weekend filled with great food (always a fan of my mom's cooking)  and just some time to sit around and be lazy.  The weather was beautiful and the lake was quiet.





A month before heading to the lake I ordered a book online that a friend recommended.  I had started it, but hadn't had time to really get in it until the weekend.  And now I am recommending it to my readers.
On the way home, we hit up a craft show.  I don't consider myself to be "crafty"  but I really enjoyed this craft show.  I got so many great ideas.  I know I am going to get bored this winter as I will be living in my tiny apartment, so I am planning to start working on a few craft projects.  Fun stuff.

And I would like to say it feels good to be home, but the truth is, I came home feeling a bit sad.  My The living room, empty; the kitchen, empty....the house is slowly becoming...empty.  Our lives we created together here, put away in boxes.  In one week, and one day, our home will no longer belong to us.  It is an exciting time, but a sad one as well.  

Well, that is all I have.  Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend.

Until next time. 

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