Last little Dixie Visit for the fall and our first hiking Vlog

Fall is sweeping in and we wanted to make one last visit to Little Dixie this year. As much as I have been there over the years, I have never really walked around the lake. I usually take my camp chair and park in a spot with an incredible view. Josh, on the other hand, usually walks all over the place when he is fishing alone.

I am going to miss this place the most when we leave Columbia. It's always felt like home here. I love watching the sunset. I love going fishing when it's way to cold and the wind hits against my face. I love watching Josh cast back and forth. I love the loose dogs and the geese who poop everywhere. I love the smell and the boats.

On this adventure, I had another mission to accomplish too. I needed some photos of my knitted hat for my knitting blog. The hat has since been ripped out because the yarn is too thick to be comfortable, but Josh did manage to capture me in all my glory.

Afterwards, we went out to eat at Okii Mama, a neat little Asian place in town. I have never had Orange Chicken that tastes like oranges before--- and I was pleasantly surprised. In true Jenny fashion, I didn't get any picture--- I am going to have to get better at that--- but if you watch our vlog you will get a better recap.

I was our first hiking vlog and we had a lot of fun filming it. I hadn't gotten our camera yet, so I held my phone up on a selfie stick. It seems to work out well, but I know that I am definitely going to have to work on that shaky screen.

Traveling Vietname Memorial Vlog

It's our first Vlog. We took a trip to the Traveling Vietnam Memorial Wall and ate at Prison Brews in Jefferson City, Missouri.

The Traveling Wall was surreal and humbling to look at. It seems cliche, but to think that all of these people fought for our freedom.

My Parent's Anniversary Party

My Mom

My Parents had an anniversary party and I am usually too involved with playing with my nieces, Londyn and Big Mak,  to even snap a picture. I managed to get a few this time around, but I didn't get any of them together. Go figure. So all you get is my mom.

It was a nice party, held at a park in Wentzville, Missouri with barbecue: pulled pork, garlic bread, coleslaw, and cupcakes. When they got married, they had their reception at a park too, so it seemed fitting. If Josh and I would have had a wedding reception, I would have probably done it the same way, beer, friends, and barbecue.

My mom put together a wedding scrapbook and included a hilarious letter that I wrote about the wedding. In the letter, I mostly complained about my dad's girlfriend and calling Rick, my step-dad, a bit of a loser (to paraphrase). For the record, he is not a loser and never was. At the time, he was a hard working man that even had to ride his bike miles to work at one point. From the letter, I have gathered that not much has changed about my writing. I'm still quite frank and not very poetic.

During the party, I wandered around with my nieces to the World Horseshoe Hall of Fame. Yes, there is such a thing and it's in Wentzville, Mo. The volunteer wasn't quite sure what we were doing in there and followed us around like a hawk, but I finally realized my nieces were more interested in a playground than horseshoes, so we moved on.

My niece, Londyn

I also got a good session of jump rope in. (Again, no pictures. I wasn't even planning to blog this, but we want our memories to be here.) I didn't realize how much your body parts jiggle every time you jump up an down. I couldn't look at my niece, Londyn,  with a straight face because she was pretty grossed out/laughing at me jump roping.

After the party is what I will remember the most. We helped clean up and I got to see and chat with my parents. My nieces went crazy with the ice and threw it all over the play ground. Those girls are so fun to be around. I never thought that nieces would be this awesome, but I usually just try to roll my sleeves up and join right in.

And Josh, He just chilled out, as usual. I had to get a couple of pictures in.

I'm glad we went. My mom and I haven't always get along well and I think this help soothe the wounds between us. I feel nothing but affection for that day and I hope to be able to spend time with my family more.