The skate park. Its under a bridge next to the castle wall. Its the only part of the castle to have survived both world wars. We played on it for 20 minutes because we are dorky.
This is my accosting my husband. He likes it don't let the scared look fool you. I was actually hanging off his back trying to take the picture while he ran away. He's like that.
This is my husband running up the half pipe at the skate park. He's rrreeeaaalllyyy graceful. Can't you tell?
This is me on the half pipe. I was hanging on for dear life, lest I fall on my face. It could happen, and has before.
Fun Graffiti. and the train line. Under a bridge mind you. Very fun. Very cool. A good way to spend the afternoon.
And since I think I will be to embarassed to admit it on Not Me Monday. I would like to admit it here and now. I may have possibly confused Jack Black with Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Really. No lie. Watching a move with PSH and definately asked my husband if, "That's Jack Black, right?" Needless to say, he laughed at me long and hard. Then made me get out of bed to compare online pictures.
(I still think they look similar. Don't tell my husband he doesn't need to know.)
A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy. She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years.
I'm a 23 year old wife and mom trying to find a place in the world. I'm my husband's mistress since he's married to the army. I love to read, cook, and eat, not necessarily in that order. I live, I laugh, I cry, and sometimes I even get it right.