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A Fire, A Rowdy Beaver, and a Bubble Bath

Wow! This has been one busy week! Crazy. It seems we hardly go anywhere for a long time, work and school keep us tied to the grind stone. And then BAM! we’re going and doing lots. No real vacation in 2011, but this past summer we had about three! Feast or famine I suppose.

I recently celebrated the 15th anniversary of the greatest day of my life. Yes, my husband is a retail manager and we got married two days after Christmas, what on earth were we thinking? Obviously not about celebrating our anniversary in January I”m sure.

This weekend, we snuck away to Eureka Springs. I’m sure I’ve written about it before, but in case I haven’t, it’s a lovely 1880’s era Victorian village in the Ozark Mountains in Northwest Arkansas. We love staying at the bed and breakfasts that are scattered throughout the town. There are several we’ve stayed at. Our favorite is the 1884 Bridgeford House. Like most houses in Eureka Springs, it’s got gingerbread decoration and the whimsical period painting (it’s pink!) as well as being furnished mostly with antiques. We’ve stayed in three different rooms and enjoyed them all. The breakfast is wonderful and the innkeepers are very friendly and accommodating.

We chose to stay in their suite this time and I’m so glad we did. It’s a really gorgeous room with a gas fireplace (that really cranks out heat), a bubble bath for two and a separate bathroom. The bed is hung with lace curtains that can be released for a really romantic setting.

Our trip is about 3 hours, really easy. Friday night was the Cotton Bowl. Being Oklahoma State fans, we cheer for teams that play OU,and since Texas A&M (a former Big 12 team that moved to SEC this year) was playing OU in the Cotton Bowl, we wanted to see the game. We also wanted to see what Johnny Football is all about. Unfortunately for us, most of our favorite restaurants are closed for the season. What? There are places that do that? We were surprised to find that out too. They close from Jan 1 to Valentine’s day because business is just so slow there, they are heavily dependent on tourist traffic. We found a bar that had tv’s and a decent menu and ordered some food and settled in to watch the game.

Have you ever been to a place that really has potential, but someone ruins it? Yep, that was the Rowdy Beaver. It was a small bar in downtown Eureka that we went to eat & watch the game. Before the game started, we were literally the only people there. Then, in walks a local, a regular, who starts plugging the juke box. I know, they really still have them, but they’re digital now. The music starts (random crap that’s really LOUD), and we can barely hear each other speaking. Then the local sits at the corner of the bar and begins a conversation w/the bartender. They apparently knew each other. Well. The local, I’ll call her Lobby (loud & obnoxious), had a very limited vocabulary, all centering around the term ‘effin’ (I won’t burn your eyes with the whole word, but you get my meaning). As in ‘Effin this’ or ‘Effin that’ or ‘My effin brother got a dui’ but when she’s having this conversation, she’s saying everything AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS, SO YOU CAN HEAR HER, IN CALIFORNIA OR NEW YORK.

FINALLY, the music stops. (sigh) I asked the bartender to turn up the sound on the football game that had just started. She obliged, nearly. We could almost make out what the announcers were saying. We got almost through the first quarter before the karaoke started in the next room. Ok, that’s our cue. Packed it in and watched it in our room. Which was fine, but it just can be more fun in a bar sometimes.

Saturday found breakfast brought to our room on china. i was so full when we finished eating, I literally went back to bed. I never do that. EVER. I laid there dozing while hubby watched a movie. I was just full and warm and content. The fire was crackling away and it was so cozy and relaxing. Probably around noon we decided to go and see what shops we could find open.

Eureka is an artist village. Most people there make something in some way, shape, or form. Paintings, photographs, pottery, glass blowing, jewelry, all sorts of really interesting & beautiful things. We wandered around just taking it all in, enjoying being there without the crowds that are normally present.

We finally decided to grab a bite and went to a reliable joint called The Balcony. It’s on a balcony, can you imagine? It’s in one of the oldest hotels in town, The Basin Park. Had a quick bite and decided to go warm up with a bubble bath. There’s nothing like a crackling fire and a hot bath on a cold winter’s day to make you feel completely relaxed. Throw in a glass of wine and you can understand why I was ready to fall asleep before I got out of the tub! When I finallydid get out, I envisioned a piece of overcooked pasta!

Dinner was a new favorite called Local Flavor. It’s one of those placed that you’ve driven past a million times but for whatever reason, never stopped. It was packed out, mainly because so many others were closed, but it was a good place to eat as well.

It was just what we needed, rest and relaxation. A perfect weekend to cap off 15 years, and another busy Christmas season, to get us ready for a new week and the second semester of school.

If you ever get a chance, these are a couple of the places I mentioned.

The last one, Ermilio’s is amazing Italian & was closed til Valentine’s day for this trip. We’ve been several times, it’s wonderful. I highly recommend it.


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Five thousand four hundred seventy-five. In some senses it sounds like a lot. If you’re talking dollars, it’s a pretty good chunk of change. Minutes, well that would equate roughly to 92 hours, which is not long at all. Days, in days, it equates to 15 years. That sounds a little more substantial than 4 days and even more so than the money.

***NOTE: I was asked to put a warning on this post, to not read unless you have tissues handy. So, here it is!

To me, it’s the best part of my life, by far. No, I’m not 15, or even in my 20’s anymore. What that five thousand four hundred seventy five means is 15 years. The best 15 years I could’ve ever imagined. My 15th wedding anniversary is tomorrow, December 27. Never in my life would I have ever believed that a period of time that length could fly by in the blink of an eye. Yes, it is romantic getting married right after Christmas when everyone is so festive and caught up in the holiday. And yes, it was more than a little crazy, since my husband is, and has been, a retail manager. The reasoning behind choosing the date lie in my school, I was on break, as were all of our families, it was the best time to have everyone there.

In 1996, I was working two jobs saving money to get to college. My husband was an assistant manager at the retail store where I worked one of my jobs. I had a boyfriend, but I also knew my plan to go out of state to college, so a serious relationship was not on my radar at all. The boyfriend took a hike, and hubby and I became friends. We’d hang out together, go to movies. He and one of his buddies would let me cook for them. It’s hard to cook for one person. You’ve seen my recipes, try making that for one person and not eating it for weeks on end. I tried to set him up w/my coworkers from the restaurant I was working at for my second job. They all turned me down, he is clean cut and handsome, a nice guy. Too many of the girls I worked with wanted the dirty bad boys, which he certainly is not. One night we went to a movie, strictly as friends, and I looked at him in the dashlight and thought to myself, ‘He’s pretty cute, what are you doing?!” After that, it was all over. One night a few weeks later, we’d been to another movie and when he brought me home, he gave me a quick kiss, almost like a reflex. He turned and ran down the stairs as fast as he could, I’m not sure his feet even touched the ground he went so fast and I was secretly doing a happy dance behind the door. That, as they say, is all she wrote. We were engaged 9 months later and got married a year after that.

After it was all said and done, we started talking about how things happened and we noticed something. There was something going on that brought us together. Fate, karma, guardian angels, whatever you want to call it, too many things happened for us to not see it. He accepted a job transfer that he didn’t have to, a loan program that was going to help me get to school was canceled forcing me to wait another 5 months to go to school (it was reinstated after I got there). It was like someone was pulling strings to get us together. And whoever was pulling the strings, really knew what they were doing. The universe chose the perfect person for me.

He is the best part of me. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry (in a good way), he puts up with my less than stellar housekeeping skills, my experimentation in the kitchen, he never tries to change me and supports me no matter what. He helps me see the other side of situations when I can only see one part. Because of him, I have the two other biggest blessings of my life, my beautiful children. He works his tail off to take care of us and does it gladly with a smile on his face and a kiss for me. This sounds crazy, but we’ve never had a fight. Disagreements, yes, but never a fight. I could never ask for anyone better for a life partner, father of my children, lover, best friend, rock. The last 15 years of our marriage have flown by faster than I would’ve ever believed. I’m very much looking forward to the next 15. Even though I’m really trying, words will never begin to explain how much this man means to me. I’ll just say what I say to him: I love you with all my heart, forever and ever.