Arkanscott.
Meet Us.
Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Monday, June 9, 2014, 10:06 AM
It's been an exciting week around here.
Last week, Brian and I celebrated our 9-year wedding anniversary. We ventured out to play 18 holes of mini golf in the hot sun. I CREAMED Brian and there were people waiting at the final hole to interview me from Sports Illustrated.
After total domination, we hopped on the highway to dine at James at the Mill. In Johnson, AR, lies a little working mill with an inn and this restaurant. It was so special. So special, we decided to order this:
No, that is not live man meat. It was the recommended andouille sausage in corn dog breading with home made sauces and relish. It changed our lives. Brian is included in the picture because I like to embarrass him.
We got to talk about real adult things, like how every groomsmen had diarrhea the morning of our wedding. For dinner I ordered a steak that I wanted to rub all over my face.
After dining at the mill, we went home to normal bedtime routines (which include me offering my child large sums of money in exchange for sleep) and then we dined on gas station ice cream (you heard me) and exchanged presents.
I received some gorgeous flowers:
Which is funny, because I presented Brian with his own man bouquet:
Anniversaries are the best.
This weekend, we had Holly, William Livingston and Jonah in town. I want them to move here. We started out by literally having them get out of their car and into a fried chicken restaurant. This place was called the Mont Ne Inn. I had been hearing that it was famous, so I called for a weekend reservation (only way to get in there) and we were set.
To say this place was my heaven, would be an understatement. I want to live in the back room, in a cot, and eat the fried chicken every hour on the hour. When you sit down, they immediately try to confuse you and serve you this pot of bean soup. UH-UH.
But we obliged and tried it. Decent, but who wants to load up on bean soup? Nathan, in the meantime had about 48 packs of saltine crackers. Next up, they brought in the fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, hot bread, coleslaw and gravy. It was like Christmas and you kept getting presents.
I didn't really stop to take pictures because I was inhaling. If all that didn't absolutely make you want to marry the restaurant, then get ready. No one wanted dessert except for me (naturally), so I became the "fat person" and ordered a slice of their cheesecake. MY ONLY REGRET WAS NOT PROPOSING MARRIAGE TO THAT CHEESECAKE. Hands down, best ever. Homemade and thick and come visit me right now so we can go again.
Sunday, we decided to experience a drive-thru safari that we had heard a lot about. It was AMAZING. And I don't know how it is legal or passes health inspections. Nevertheless, first we did the out-of-car exhibits, where we were walking around a pen with, oh I don't know, LIVE kangaroos. Like a lot of them. I could have rode them, but instead chose to huddle by an overturned picnic table and say a prayer for safety. Literally every animal you could think of was there. I also had a large goat run up to me and climb up my leg. For a second, I thought of those late night commercials advertising the videos for "When Good Animals Go Bad".
I mean, when's the last time you could say you've put your head in a giraffe's mouth?
Then, because it was a literal straight downpour, we decided to not get pneumonia, and get in the car for the driving portion.
If you like this deer, there were millions of them. Very close to your car and ready to break through your windshield.
Also, there were Yaks, hippos, lions, zebras, tigers, bears, monkeys, and these guys:
I guess they are Emus. And they were EVERYWHERE. And they'd creepily pop up right by your window and look in and around to see how many people they need to infect after they crawl in through your sun roof.
After that adventure, we toured around NWA some more and enjoyed each others company. In the form of a home made steak and shrimp dinner on the BBQ. God I love food.