helllooo monday

Before I get to the weekend, let me tell ya'll about a little tidbit of last week. We got home from work and it was still a gorgeous day. Feeling bad for the doggies being locked up all day, we decided to take them for an afternoon stroll. I would say we were about 5 blocks deep into our walk when I hear Beibs talking all kinds of gibberish. I started paying more attention to him only to figure out that he was whipping the leash at Luke saying "MUSH! MUSH!". That's right, Luke the Alaskan Labrador concrete sledding dog. We are pioneering this breed. I'm patiently awaiting our call from Cuba Gooding Jr. to use Luke in Snow Dogs 2.

Back to the weekend. You'll never guess what we did. Yep, a wedding and date with the BGE. Beibs thinks that ribs have it out for him. We spend every Sunday marinating, basting and rubbing ribs in hopes to have the perfect smoked decadent ribs from Beibs dreams. We are now three Sunday's involved in this tradition (yep, it is getting that serious) and I do not see an end in the near future. I had to use his Pad the other day (mine is almost always lost somewhere or I'm too lazy to look for it) and upon turning it on, I found 4 tabs open all containing random enhancements or snazzy new gadgets all for the BGE. When Halloween rolls around this year, if you see a giant green egg shaped costume walking around don't fret, its just me trying to get some attention from the Beibster (okay, it is not that bad, yet). Or maybe something similar to this...

I've semi figured out how to stay on the level with the BGE. One word, pie. There just aren't words to describe the mouthwatering sensation that comes with brown sugar. I think I may have gotten close with this recipe, though. Honey Crisp Bourbon Pecan Pie. Perfection. This will now be my go to dessert. The pie quickly became the mistress of our household and had to go.  Joseph fought a hard fight to keep it at the house but it seems highly counterproductive to get up at 6:30am heading to the gym and coming home to a pie. Hasta luego!

The wedding I attended this weekend was none other than precious Virginia Patton's (or I guess now Mrs. Evans!). My, oh my, there just aren't any words to describe the amazingness of her wedding. Endless tables of sushi, light-up bars, rotating lighted floors, scratching djs - it was straight out of Vegas in a classy, sophisticated way (so nothing like Vegas). Home girl knows how to throw a party.