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25 Years and Trip

I turned the big 2-5 a week ago. My coworkers all had minor meltdowns when they turned 25, so I think I kind of expected to wake up and feeling 100. The problem with that is that most days I feel 100 anyway, between the back pain and exhaustion.

Coach had a regional power lifting meet my birthday weekend, but made it back in time to take me to hibachi!! I could legitimately eat hibachi There's a great place in McKinney that we go to called Shoguns. It's substantially better AND cheaper than Benihana. Win win. After dinner, Coach took me to Cru Wine Bar in Allen and we got $40-worth of desserts. Their creme brulee is unreal, and larger than usual which is a treat all on it's own! We also got this chocolate fondue with strawberries, pound cake, bananas, and three kinds of cookies and biscotti. It was really good, even for the non-chocolate lunatics like myself. The best part of the evening? Being in bed by 9:30. Is that what happens at 25? If so, I'm completely ok with that.

One great thing about being a coach's wife is you immediately have a group of girlfriends. I'm lucky to have the group that we do, everyone is so nice and welcoming and I've become really great friends with a handful of them. A few Saturday'sago, one of the wives and I were having a girl's day. After getting our nails done and eating the best pizza in town (and #2 in all of DFW), we decided to partake in a little wine tasting at the local winery. We started talking about our lives prior to our honey's, our "plans" for the future and my upcoming birthday weekend. I confessed that I would love nothing more than a weekend trip to Fredricksburg. She continues to tell me that her grandparents live in Ingram and we should go! I knew I liked this girl! So the plans came together for our trip! Anyone who knows me knows that my heart belongs in the hill country. I have a lifelong dream to one day live in Wimberley on the river and have miniature herefords running around everywhere. One day..

We went to Ingram on Friday and hit the hay early so we could enjoy Fredricksburg Saturday. We woke up, the men got us breakfast and we were off! We immediately found the first wine bar and did a tasting, where I was pleasantly surprised by their white wines. I'm more of a red fan myself, but there's no better time to try something new than at a tasting! From there, we went shopping where I obviously found more things I wanted than I could ever afford. We wound up at the brewery, which if you don't go while you're in Fredricksburg, you're doing it wrong. It's so great! During the fall, they brew my absolute favorite beer, White Tail Red Ale. Oh goodness, I wish they bottled it and sold it in stores. But since it's spring, they had another red that was pretty good too. They also have 2 liter growlers that they sell full for about $40. I know, pretty steep BUT you can refill them for just $12!! And there's open-carry in Fredricksburg so you can shop on the strip while sipping on something tasty! We walked around a little longer before realizing we had been there for 4 hours! Time flies when you're having fun!

The next day, we decided to head back to town and eat lunch at Auslanders German restaurant. I refuse to leave Fredricksburg without eating here. Sunday was a gorgeous day, so we sat on the patio and enjoyed the sunshine. I was pleasantly surprised to see sauerbraten on the menu, which is my all-time favorite German dish. Basically, it's a pot roast that has been soaked in vinegar for hours (even better if it's days) and then cooked down to where it is literally just falling apart. It is so good, but definitely different. Auslander's was rouladen style, which was something new to me. The roast was really thin, rolled up with onions and mushrooms. It definitely could have been more sour for me, but I understand that not everyone likes it when it literally takes their breath away like I do. I know that I don't like their German potato salad, which is served hot and is sweet. Negatory. But their spaetzle and sauerkraut were really good. And their fried mushrooms. Holy crap! AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE MUSHROOMS! If you ever find yourself in the area, you owe it to yourself to stop by. After lunch we went back to Ingram and went to our friends grandparent's house for a cocktail hour with their friends. I immediately loved these people. They had Astro's memorabilia everywhere! And these little, old women at this party were dying over how cute my husband is! Every time I turned around, another one was grabbing his arm and telling him how handsome he was and how much he "looks like the guy that hosted the Oscars!" HA! He really does..

All in all, it was a FANTASTIC weekend. I'm really blessed to have a husband who puts so much effort into making my birthday's special and friends who will go out of their way to help celebrate. Our sweet friends even snuck away to buy me a wooden and turquoise cross. The craftsmanship on the things we saw was insane. People are so talented and I will be eternally jealous. All in all, it was another great birthday and I'm excited to see what 25 has in store for us!


  1. So happy you had a good trip! We also love Auslanders! One of Derek's favorite shirts is from there and it says "Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder" Bahaha!


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