Here are some pictures of the inside taken by our realtor.

Kitchen

Dining room

Living room

Guest bedroom

Master bedroom w/ balcony

Master bathroom
Here are some pictures of the inside taken by our realtor.

Kitchen

Dining room

Living room

Guest bedroom

Master bedroom w/ balcony

Master bathroom
After 7 months of searching, and comparing the city vs the burbs, we finally found a house we love enough to call home! It’s a 3-story townhouse, just 7 blocks north of Hermann Park, which means we get to stay in our ward! We move in mid April, so all you strong men stay posted.

Enough said

Front porch

View of the 3rd story

Happy husband

our side yard

our neighboring street

I don’t know what kinda curse Diane and I have, but we definitely don’t have the greatest luck picking restaurants. Tonight, we decided to try out 59 Diner because some people had given us positive reviews. I tried the Philly cheese steak and Diane got a chicken fried steak (onion rings for an appetizer). The onion rings were pretty good, but the cheese steak and chicken fried steak were not good! Niko Niko’s has them beat hands down w/ their cheese steak. The chicken fried steak had too much bread on it.
The highlight of the meal was Diane’s Oreo milkshake, which was delicious. Oh yeah, the one sad thing is we took our coupon from the Entertainment book and it wasn’t even accepted! That particular 59 Diner in Upper Kirby doesn’t accept coupons for whatever reason.

Tonight, we were fortunate enough to be given tickets to go see Les Miserables by some friends of ours. It was so much fun! I love going to the theater and seeing different broadway shows. Doing so during the middle of the week is also lots of fun because it makes us feel like we have two weekends. I must say that living only 10 minutes away from the Hobby Center and TUTS is great.

I just want to say how much I’ve enjoyed working in the temple. A few years ago, I had decided that we (i.e., my future spouse and I) would work in the temple soon after getting married. My parents worked in the temple for years and enjoyed it. I wanted to take advantage of it before having children. That’s not to say that I’m delaying having children so that I can work in the temple. It’s just that most people I know who work in the temple are empty nesters and/or retired.
Besides, what better way to commit oneself to going to the temple? We’ve been working two Saturdays per month for about 6 months now. While it is tough to wake up super early on Saturday, I never regret doing so. Today, I was excited/nervous to go back to working in the temple since I had been off for over a month (due to Casey’s memorial service and the temple being closed for cleaning). It was also my first time going without Diane (since she’s at home visiting family).
Needless to say, it was a great day and very busy. We had full sessions in everything and were on the go all morning long. Plus, I got to see lots of my friends. They all came to do various ordinances. Anyway, for those in the Houston area, feel free to stop by; we’d love to see you there. π
This past Monday, Diane and I went to the Houston Rodeo, the largest rodeo in the world. You heard me, in the whole world. Needless to say, it didn’t disappoint. We took the Metro Rail down so we’d avoid the long lines for parking. Jason and Erin introduced us to some delicious burritos and then we chowed down on typical rodeo food (e.g., corn on the cob and the chop potato). We convinced Erin to join us in some carnival games while Jason acted as the groups official photographer. We meandered through the livestock show (a lot of it was already inside the stadium by the time we entered the Reliant Center) before finally making it to the actual rodeo.
Probably my favorite part was when 20 teenage boys and girls were given the opportunity to catch some baby calves. If they successfully caught the calf and roped it, they were able to keep it. One poor boy held on for dear life as the calf dragged him all over the place. He ended up with a ripped shirts and torn jeans that were barely hanging out. Oh yeah, I can’t forget the mutton bustin’.
To top the night off, we saw Darius Rucker (remember Hooty and the Blowfish?) perform live. Best of all, we got great seats for a terrific price through the ExxonMobil Club. π

Cowgirl in the making

Gotta love ’em Rednecks

The actual UT longhorn

You’re not from the country unless you’re riding a John Deere

I’d last about, ohhh, about 0.01 seconds on the bull

It sorta reminded me of Back to the Future 3

Delicious ice cream

I’m guessing a 3,000-calorie heart attack in the making

Will he hold on?

Still hanging on

It’s not looking so good…

The end is near

Off he went

That’ll teach him to ride a sheep

Darius Rucker (a little blurry, I know)
You can only zoom in so far at night (we were about 25 rows back on the field level)
Last Sunday, we were having beautiful Spring weather and went on a Sunday afternoon stroll. Rather than walking through Hermann Park or in the neighborhoods around us, we hopped in the car, drove a mile or so over to the neighborhoods just north of Rice University. We spent the next 90 minutes checking out the various old homes on the streets. Here are a couple of pics of some houses that we liked.

House #1

House #2
Not sure what’s going on in 2009, but I guess we’ve been too lazy to blog about everything we do. It really has been a busy year and we blog on maybe 10% of the activities we do.
About two weeks ago, we headed over to the Worldβs Championship Bar-B-Que Contest that’s hosted here Houston. Before it became super huge, you were able to wander in and out of the various team tents, but now you have to have a special VIP ticket. We still meandered around the tents and it was kinda fun (better if we could have gone inside and eaten some super delicious BBQ).
We spent the evening with Carlos and his family, going on various carnival rides, eatings lots of carnival-like food (e.g., corn on the cob, bbq sandwiches, foot long corn dog, etc), and overall just having a good time.

One of the BBQ tents

One of the rides

Nothin’ like a Texas turkey leg