Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Memorial Day Weekend, 2011. (A list.)

Memorial Day 2007 marked the beginnings of romance between my studly Hubs and myself, and so I spent much of my Memorial Day weekend hollering, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” at random intervals to the bemusement of said patient, oh-so-patient man.

We did other stuff too, like:

  • Box up a truckload of stuff that should’ve been given away BEFORE we got married, not left in random corners to gather dust. Anyone in the market for a boom box? No? It still works and it is awesome and you would look very cool with it resting on your handlebars. I know this. Go to Goodwill today and you can still get it! Hurry!
  • Rummage through oodles of old doors, mantles, windows and cornices for inspiring creative projects.
  • Stay up late. JUST BECAUSE.
  • Sleep in. JUST BECAUSE.
  • Spend roughly 3 hours at the REI Sale.
  • Spend LOTSA dollars at the REI Sale.
  • Spend roughly 3 hours in the fishing section at Wal-Mart.
  • Spend LOTSA dollars in the fishing section at Wal-Mart.
  • Realize that we own more outdoorsy gear than we deserve and yet we still buy more.
  • Shrug.
  • Go out to a swanky dinner in a vintage train car. (Thanks Groupon!)
  • Go for a several-mile-long kayak fishing expedition.
  • Almost get killed by a rogue sailboat.
  • Get super buff paddling against gale-force winds.
  • Catch fish (Adam) only catch weeds but freak out anyway (me).
  • After the expedition, get asked by multiple people in the parking lot if we are leaving yet and get meanie fingers wagged at us for taking up too much space. Only Adam’s southern gentility saved them from multiple snarky responses from his lovely and demure wifey. (Am I not moving fast enough for you? WANT TO COME OVER HERE AND LOAD THIS KAYAK?! HUH?!)
  • Have our very intoxicated neighbors ask us multiple questions about our kayaks.
  • Decide that coming home is not very restful when you have intoxicated neighbors and you share a front porch.
  • Hang out with friends and their assorted offspring for a last-minute Memorial Day bar-be-que. (No intoxicated neighbors present, hallelujah.)
  • Yell “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” at my Hubs roughly 56.920 times over the weekend.

What did you do? 🙂