A few scenes from my time away in a completely non-cohesive manner.
Helping a friend with his yard work. Talk about embracing the Mexican roots. I didn't know I had it in me. I'm going to print up some business cards soon.
My reward for the yard work was chicken fried chicken topped with fries and bacon infused gravy with a side of decadent mashed potatoes. I couldn't finish the whole thing, which brings me to a small side note. Dude, can we start using smaller portions? This was a ridiculous amount of food and, while it was good, (definitely not something I would eat on a regular basis) wowza. And, we're back.
Troop, sans gun, at House of Pies.
We moved back into the hood both the BNC and I grew up in. We're extremely happy about our decision and are relishing in visiting the park 3 blocks away. Since I was denied being a part of the little league, I am living my dream of learning how to properly catch a ball. Verdict? I suck at it. My index finger and part of my palm are bruised but it's not stopping me. Even B has offered to help me since he's a softball fanatic. (That is downtown Houston in the background.)