A journey of learning from the past, growing from the lessons and sharing the experiences.
I have a confession to make. I’m not proud of this and some might call it a guilty pleasure but I need to get this off my chest before I tell you about our next little adventure pit-stop.
I, Amy, genuinely enjoy a gas station hot dog. ::yelp:: That’s right folks. I’ve said it. Those probably not safe for consumption, hot dogs you see at your local corner store that are cooked on the rotating thingamabob. I get so excited when I get one. The plumpiness, the beef, the whatever else. Yum!
As you all may know by now, my husband, being the chef that he is, looks at me like a leper, but like a really cute leper you’d still be friends with, every time I buy one. He’s supportive but still doesn’t quite get it.
Anyways, the moral of the story, is I like hot dogs. Good hot dogs. Slow cooked, not grilled, hot dogs that just hit the right spot in your stummy hole. And he took me to a hot dog lover’s paradise.
Me and my hubby love to travel. I mean, who doesn’t, right? But we aren’t exactly jet-setters or financially inclined, so our adventures tend to be pretty modest for the most part. We, of course, would love to be those who travel all around the world, but at the same time, we are perfectly content just exploring when and where we can. When we travel, we love trying new things and most importantly, trying new food. Our goal every time is to find something new that we love. Some are hits, others misses but fun nonetheless.
Recently, he found a few places here in Houston, not too far from our suburb to go and try out. Even if you don’t read our thoughts on this, trust me, the pictures are worth the post scroll.
I’ve learned so much in my 30 years. I’ve realized that learning doesn’t stop, like, ever. It’s a constant journey of lessons, rules, expectations, guidelines, and everything in between. I think the hardest part is just looking back after learning something new and thinking, why did I not know this x time ago?
Currently, my thought is, why did I put so much pressure on myself to be flawless at all times, forever? I have always been irked by things like not finishing a project, a dish still in the sink, a half vacuumed house or just some random thing on the to-do list not being done.