A Whirlwind Week....

For my South Georgia family who for the most part is probably still unaware of the tornadic weather we experienced earlier this week, don't worry! The Smith's are alive and well. Wednesday evening a tornado hit the road we live on, but luckily not our house! It really hit the beautiful farm down the road from us, which is where most of the picture are from. Daniel and I were not home (Praise the Lord!)...we "evacuated" to Mama T's where we stayed the night. Our house didn't have power for the night, but besides that, everything was fine! Even Lady:) She was inside in her kennel during the storm. As Daniel and I raced to Mama T's (and I say raced because we waited WAY to late to leave), I buried my face in my t-shirt and then in my lap. It just felt safer there. No lightening could be seen. No fear of how fast we were driving because I couldn't see the speed thingy in the truck. In the bottom picture you can see the Channel 2 Action News truck and where a lot of trees has been twisted off...the road used to be line with beautiful, old pine trees along the right side that granted me much appreciated shade on my runs...I guess now I will just got more freckles?

Anyways, so Valentines Day. First one as a married girl...Whoo hoo!! Daniel and I had the BEST weekend, maybe the best weekend ever? We were just both in great moods. We woke up and ate breakfast and drank morning coffee together (a rare but much enjoyed time at the Smith house). After trying to talk Daniel into going with me for a little while, I finally gave up and realized that he was not going to be my calorie burning friend for the day. So, I went at it alone. When I was about half a mile from the house....I heard a car slowly pulling up beside me....a stalker? rapist? murderer? A creep? No!!!!! Just D!! He came to "walk" with me...Daniel's idea of "walking" with me is driving the car beside me and tracking how fast I am going. Hey, it works for me. I enjoy his company in any form.

The best was yet to come...we had 3:00 (only time we could get) lunch reservations at Fogo De Chao in Buckhead! Ever since I came back from Brazil (Summer 2006), I have been wanting to go there. It is a Brazilian Steakhouse. What a treat! The tasty meat and cheese bread reminded me of the many once-in-a-lifetime moments I had in Brazil while eating the same foods with my Brazilian friends and American team! Words can not describe how much I miss both. Daniel and I left feeling SICK we ate so much. I had been saving my calories all week for that meal:) We spent the evening in Dahlonega with my kind-hearted family plus a family friend, Kevin. Kelby, we missed you, you race-fan-redneck-who-missed-valentine's-day-boo!!

Monday eveing Cassie and I hoped in the car and went to Carrollton to eat at the Border, where we ate 3-4 times a week while in college. We got to catch up with a few friends that are dear to our hearts. I love yall girls. And what kind of trip to Carrollton would it have been without a 12 oz. birthday cake/cake batter ice cream from The Marathon? We took it to Heather's apartment (where she opened the door with mace in her hand) and helped her procrastinate from studying for a little while. It was some much needed girl time.

Last night Daniel and I were having a date night which included driving through Wendy's and parking at the Newnan airport with our hamburger and mexican salad to watch planes come in. It was a neat date. I secretly was hoping that Alan Jackson would fly in and we could have a surprise meet-and-greet session with him, but no luck. It was really cool to watch the little planes come in and leave. We ended the night with splitting a cookie the size of my head that was covered with mocha syrup and a big round scoop of ice cream. YUM. And like any good South Beach girl who broke her diet twice this week, I RAN MY BUTT OFF THIS MORNING.

Enjoy your weekend people. The warm weather and long days are coming. My husband has begun mentally "gearing up" for them because the bring him long hours of picking wheat and hay, which makes his heart leap.