While driving home the other evening, the roads were empty and I caught this really serene sunset. The sky was just glowing with warm, summer light.
You know your city has reached the pinnacle of urbanization when a Dunkin’ Donuts rolls into town. After all, this is what America runs on.
I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I will go out on a limb here and say that the DD Hazlenut coffee (iced or hot) can’t be beat.
But really, my main interest in Bossier City’s newest vendor has to do with the munchkins.
To celebrate the five years of non-stop howling terror this maniac beagle has unleashed in everyone’s lives, she gets her very own birthday post. (I’m aware this puts me on the same level as a crazy cat lady).
Yesterday, Gidget turned 5. In human years, this equates to mid-thirties, yet Gidget is proof that age is all about attitude.
Happy birthday to the most adorable dog there is!
I’m practically vegetarian. I also hate pies (all kinds). Yet, somehow the combination of the two is fabulous, and I had the pleasure of trying it this weekend.
We took a day trip to Natchitoches this weekend for lunch and some shopping.
We ate lunch at The Landing, a quaint restaurant along Front Street with eclectic menu offerings such as alligator, catfish, rabbit hushpuppies, and a local favorite, meat pies.
Since Natchitoches is known for its meat pies, I silenced all of my internal protests against such a creation and resolved to try them.
I cannot believe I let two years pass without trying this Louisiana staple.
This is probably the one time you’ll ever hear me say I’ve been missing out when speaking about a deep-fried meat dish, and I’m okay with that.
There was once a time when I really relished a long summer run. Not so much anymore. Thank you, Shreveport.
In New Jersey, there might be a “heat wave” where the heat index exceeds 100°, maybe once a year. I can’t even believe I used to complain about this when it only lasted a week or two, max.
Now, I live in a constant heat wave for six months every year. This means there are some new challenges when training during the summer months for the famed fall marathon (or half) season.
I’m currently training for the Women’s Running Half Marathon in Nashville, TN, and I hate running on a treadmill. After battling, (yes, battling), two previous summers in Louisiana, where I felt faint, dizzy, and nauseous, after almost every run outside, I think I finally have it right this third time around.
I’m sharing my tips for running in temps that make your life miserable, so it’s not as miserable.
There’s a new hotspot in town: Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville Resort & Casino in Bossier City.
We recently went to check it out.
Not being a frequent visitor to casinos, once inside, it kind of looked like all of the other casinos in Shreveport/Bossier; the only difference being its affinity for palm tree decor and tropical drinks.
The one thing that does set it apart from the others in town, however, is the Margaritaville roofdeck bar.
I think most visitors will probably say that the strong margaritas, served in a souvenir blender cup, make the trip worthwhile (watch out, Superior Grill).
Now, if only I actually liked margaritas…
Sometimes I wish I knew Rich in college. Other times, I’m grateful we didn’t meet until afterwards.
While cleaning out some boxes and closets recently, Rich uncovered this tiger printed, faux-fur blanket. He says it was from his fraternity days.
The absurdity of it makes me laugh out loud every time.
Gidget even posed for a glamour shot.
Is anyone else reminded of the Seinfeld episode with the George Castanza photo shoot?