Wednesday, December 14, 2011

There's No Place Like Home



Christmas season, is one of the best seasons because it is so festive, and full of joy.  There are Christmas lights in every nook and cranny, the air smells of cinnamon and kids that are driving their parents nuts because they are now home everyday, all day (yes, I'm talking about myself) and families are coming together to watch classics such as White Christmas and It's a Wonderful Life.

My family has seen these movies so much that they want to beat me up, but that's another story for another time. Amen.


Peace, Love, & Let the Season of Giving and joy and Eggnog officially begin,

Sweet T

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

I Wish I Lived In An Airstream

I have a lot of weird traits...Quoting movies uncontrollably, eating chocolate covered raisins uncontrollably, singing Taylor Swift songs uncontrollably, writing Johnny Cash lyrics instead of studying...uncontrollably.  Just to name a few.

One weird trait though, that comes to mind right now is this: I consider myself a Gypsy.

I'm not sure when I decided that I wanted to be one/became one, but I kinda like it myself.

I even travel like a gypsy...








I wear gypsy like things...





Everything I paint, in some way or another...mostly another, resembles a gypsy...



I'm not sure if this is normal behavior, and I'm not sure this is something I should tell people...probably not.  I'm guessing not.

But nevertheless, my behavior hasn't gotten so extreme that every time I do something even remotely strange, my lovely sister comes up with this reply:

"Oh, just go live in an airstream!"

Alright, lovely sister your wish is my command....



Sometimes I wish I lived in Airstream
Homemade curtains lit just like a gypsy
Break a heart roll out of town
'Cause gypsies never get tied down

Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain
Drank from a stream instead of a fountain
I'd stay there, top of the world
But I was born a red dirt girl

Unbridled or tethered in tide
The safety of the fence
Or the danger of the ride
I'll always be unsatisfied

Sometimes I wished I lived by a pier
In a light house with a chandelier
I'd watch everybody's ships come in
And then I'd sail away with them

Unachored in a storm
Or save me on the shore
If this is all I need
Why do I want more

Sometimes I wish I lived in an Airstream
Homemade curtains lit just like a Gypsy

-Miranda Lambert


My only wish right now is that I had written this and not Miranda Lambert. Amen.



Peace, Love, & Excuse me while I go play my tambourine

Sweet T

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Jumpin' the Gun

I've made a mistake.

I jumped the gun on changing my blog.

I tried to change my blogging domain and turn my back on my original, dear, sweet, never-gave-me-any-troubles blog and, that my friends, was a mistake.

I should have just stuck with my original blog...my safe blog...my sweet blog because, as it turns out the new blogging sight I chose does not even work. *sigh* Technology these days...what has become of it? If you ask me, I think we should have never ventured from the Pony Express, but they didn't ask me so I guess they don't care what I think.

It's not very often that I admit I am wrong so please savor this moment because there will never be a need for me to do this again...ever. 

In Conclusion: I will continue blogging on this sight.

Sorry for any confusion I surely did cause.  I do that alot (cause confusion.) I don't know what it is about me? And frankly, I don't want to think about it because well, again frankly, it confuses me...frankly.

It feels good to be back home on the Original Sweet T, and I hope you think so too. Amen.


Peace, Love, & Remember: I am usually, very-rarely, NEVER wrong...and I have a hard time grasping reality.

Sweet T



Friday, December 9, 2011

I'm feeling a change...

Everything, as some point or another, has to change...

We may not always like, we may even (dare I say it) loathe it but, it's bound to happen at some point in time.

For Example:

Autumn.

(No, not the girl but rather the season.) We all love autumn.  The colors are gorgeous, the weather is delightful but, eventually this delightful season has to go away and we make way for winter.  What we fail to realize at the time though is that winter is just as lovely as autumn.  It's the change we dislike.

'Nother Example:

Eating.

We love to eat. (Don't deny it!) But there comes a time in every ones life when we have to change our eating habits...No more cupcakes & coffee everyday but rather spinach and green tea. (and a steak every morning for breakfast, Amen.)  This change isn't pleasant at the time but, it's a change we all have to make if we know what is good for us.

'Nother 'nother Example:

Big. Ratted. Curly. Rodeo Queen Hair.

We all love this hair.  Why wouldn't we? It's glamorous.  It's HUGE.  It's inspiring.  But...just as seasons come and go, and waistband expand, so must our idea of fashion, change. 

(NOTE: I am being (VERY) hypocritical at this point because, I still adore (and still do my hair) big, ratted, curly, rodeo queen hair.  And I will until the day I die, or all my hair falls out. Amen.)

What I am hinting at my friends, is that Sweet T is over. The End.

Just Kidding!

Sweet T will never be over...sorry 'bout ya.

No, what I am really hinting at is that Sweet T as we know it, is changing.

I have designed a new blogging home for Sweet T, and you know? She quite likes it.

It's cozy, it's pretty, and we both feel at home there.

If we're being truthful here, I have to admit that I am slightly sad about this change.

Granted I will still blog everyday, I will still post humiliating picture of me, my family, friends, you, etc., and I will still be called "Sweet T"...

I will just be doing all this from a different website.

I was cautious about doing this, (especially since on our Christmas card my mom put this website...I haven't told her yet. Don't Blame her...Blame my Grandma. Just kidding, I don't know why I said that...I'm awkward.) but I feel it is for the betterment of Sweet T.  We need to branch out, to be brave, and to tackle life head on!

So join us in this journey as we move from our humble little blogspot, and change it just a little.



Peace, Love, & Much, much love to you all.

Sweet T







Thursday, December 8, 2011

Finals Are Upon Us...

My first semester of college is almost over.  When I say "almost" I actually mean that I still have to take finals and every time I think about that I want to throw up.

 No I'm not dramatic? Why do you ask?

Anyways, it is requiring a lot of study time to get prepared for these finals. When I say "a lot of study time" I actually mean coffee time...

Observe:


Coffee....





Then study....


REPEAT.

*cough*cough*sarcastic voice* This is a very difficult process and is really taking a toll on me.

I don't know if I'll make it through the week, but I am going to try my hardest, with coffee as my weapon. Amen.


Peace, Love, & College is Awesome

Sweet T

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Bareback on Christmas

I've written poems before.

One was about my purple feet...one was about my mean sister...one was about my weird brother..you starting to get the idea right?

If you'll remember, yesterday we talked about what kind of poem I should write for the Holiday/Cowboy Poem contest that is going on this month and I mentioned my idea of Dear, Sweet Alotofbull...



Sadly, this idea did not work out but somehow it did give me this idea....

Please Enjoy. (And by "Enjoy" I mean don't laugh at me.)



Bareback on Christmas Day


They say there’s nothing better than a One Horse Open Sleigh,
But have they ever rode bareback on Christmas Day?


It’s the best type of merriment that you shall ever find!
At least that’s what Cleo Jackson came to find.


It was a Christmas morning, before moon gave way to sun,
when Cleo noticed a wild steer loose, and on the run.


“I’ll go rope that steer just as sure as the sky is blue!
And still make it back for a cup of coffee or two.”


This was Cleo’s intention, his heart as always, full of Gold.
But Cleo seemed to forget that the day was more than cold.


He hopped bareback on “Ole Breezy” to avoid the chill,
This didn’t stop the stud from giving Cleo a look that could kill.


Toward the wild steer they loped,
Cleo aboard Breezy, for the duration he hoped.


But Breezy was feelin’ a little too spry,
And when the stud started to buck, Cleo feared he was going to die.


“Not on Christmas!” Cleo yelled out of pain.
He grabbed for anything, and took ahold of Breezy’s mane.


The two continued to battle all the way to the brook,
Cleo started to laugh, and with him the whole earth shook.


“Christmas is here, and I am young!
This stud will not keep me from having some fun!”


Cleo rode Breezy with a smile on his face,
Knowing that in this contest he took home 1st place.


In the end, the wild steer was caught and Breezy grew meek.
Cleo was home for the holidays, and of the mornings event he did speak:


“Merry Christmas to everyone!” Cleo shouted away.
“Riding bareback is better than in a one horse open sleigh!”


Amen.



Peace, Love, & May all your poems be better than mine...

Sweet T


P.S. The name "Breezy" is courtesy of one of Riley Smiths pesky grey horses.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Holiday Cowgirl Poetry...Amen.

Since it's snowing outside....(Snowing ALOT)

Since I have Finals to study for, and I don't want to....

Since I have a lot of coffee running through my system right now...

Since it's almost Christmas...

I am going to write a Holiday Cowgirl Poem for a Holiday Cowgirl Poetry Contest.

This is the beauty of Facebook.  You see, I am friends with the AQHA on facebook, and they put up a post of this here contest that is going on over the Holidays.  As soon as I read it I said to myself, "Self, you write poetry (ahem, attempt to write poetry) and you are a cowgirl...and it's the Holidays!  So why not write a poem for it?!"  I in turn replied to myself with this, "Great idea Self! You deserve a cookie..." And then I ate a Christmas cookie...or two. Or three.  Ok four, I just couldn't help myself.

Trouble is: I'm having trouble coming up with an appropriate topic. 

Sure I could write a "Cowgirl Poem," and sure I could write a "Holiday Poem," but I need help putting both the ideas together.


The first thing I thought to write about is my dear, sweet Alotofbull...


Oh how I love Alotofbull.

He was my boyfriend up until 4 years ago when we sold him, but I still love him mor'n my luggage.

He was everything a girl could ever want: Strong.  Beautiful.  Quiet.  Wild.  Talented.

My list could go on and on forever, Amen.


So I have my topic picked out, but how do I turn it in to a Holiday poem?

Someone with a brain bigger than mine please help me.

I BEG OF YOU!

I'll make you cookies?

Ok, it's settled then.



Peace, Love, & this is a WAY better alternative than studying...

Sweet T

Thursday, December 1, 2011

It's December

Do you know what this means?

Well, it's quite complicated.

So sit there , relax, drink your Eggnog (or other preferred Christmas drink) and let me 'splain somethin' to you.


Eggnog for everyone!

Even if you don't like it...even if the thought of it utterly repulses you, just suck it up and drink it....Consider it part of you Holiday Duties.


Christmas Lights are...ESSENTIAL.

Essential if you want to be regarded as normal, nice, festive, etc., etc...


Christmas cookies of any kind are...(again) ESSENTIAL.

Example A:




Decorating Your Tree, Your neighbors tree, your dogs tree, and so on and so forth.


This year My Mom decided to stick lots of objects in our tree.

It's weird.

It's unorthodox.

It looks alive.

I kinda like it...


Talk About Santa ALOT.

I feel hypocritical saying this, because I never believed in Santa...even as a young child.  I know this isn't normal and makes lots of people sick, but it's the truth.  The sad, sad truth....

But never mind that, you can still talk about him because it is kind of inevitable.  I mean, he's everywhere? On peoples roofs, on windows, at the mall... (that explains why I avoid the mall during Christmas...)


"Be Joyful, and Triumphant."

(My favorite quote from the best Christmas movie (ever) Dr. Seuss's: How the Grinch Stole Christmas.)

Just because it is not Thanksgiving anymore doesn't mean you can stop being thankful.  We should all be especially grateful at Christmas considering all the sweets, and presents we receive.  I'm thankful for the opportunity to give as well..it makes me feel joyful....and triumphant.


Peace, Love, & Bah Humbug! Just kidding...


Sweet T

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I've Made a Decision

I like pretty things.

I always have.

It's a disease really.

A disease with no cure.

Because there are many, many, MANY pretty things in the world, and most of them would cost me an arm, and a leg.  (Sometimes it would be worth it.)

This is one reason I love Bonnie Concho so much because we sell many, many, MANY pretty things.

Ahem...For example:





Aren't they...uh, whats the word I'm looking for?

Oh Yea!  PRETTY!

I look at all these fine pieces of jewelry and could cry.  (Sad but true.)

After many months of longing for them (I'm pretty sure I was coveting them, and that's a sin. Forgive me!) I came to a conclusion: I must learn to make them!

That's right, that's the latest decision I've made, I will learn to weld, engrave, and all the other traits I need to know in order to make pretty jewelry.  (And pray I don't catch on fire doing so...because it's happened before.)

Then I will sin no longer, and only suffer a little bit from my disease. Amen.


Peace, Love, & I blame Bonnie Concho.

Sweet T

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Western Way of Life


We're a Western Family.

We always have been, and Lord Willingly always will be.


Our summers consist of us going to lots and lots (and lots and lots) of rodeos.  Oh, and that's the way we like it.


We have our Daddy to think for this love of the Western way of life.



Because he loves it himself.

He loves that it gets the whole family outside, together, working side by side.

He loves that he can raise his kids in a small town, away from all the filth of a big city.

He loves that he can give them the opportunity to see how fulfilling it is to work hard all day long, and come home to a house full of love, and family.

He loves that he can have land that is his own. (Though his "love of the land!" is not as extreme as Scarlett O'Haras...Did I mention I've been watching Gone with the Wind ALOT? I thought so...)

He loves that he can have fun with it, and go to rodeos, and Ranch Horse Competitions year round.



And we all love that in this Western way of life our Daddy is a light.

He is humble, quick to be complementary, and works with all his might at whatever he is doing.  This all shows when my Daddy leaves whatever competition he has competed in with another 1st place under his name.  Don't get me wrong he doesn't win them all, but whether he comes home with a 1st place, or a last he is always pleased because he knows, as well as everyone else, that he did his best, and he did it for the right reasons.


Peace, Love, & I'll just leave it at that...

Sweet T

Monday, November 28, 2011

Vitamin C & Sutton


This is Sutton.

He is a sweet boy.




He's also a really funny boy.



And he has big muscles, that are ready to break anything in his path! Yes, even me...

I think he has lots of muscles because he likes to eat "bitamins" alot.

He could even smell them the moment he walked in our house. (By the way, he should be set on vitamin C for...um, the rest of his life.)

Sutton is my cousin, and he and his family came to spend Thanksgiving with us this year, and that made us all very thankful because there was never a dull moment.  No one was ever short on laughter...but we were short on vitamin C.  I guess that's OK though...because we kind of love them.  Just kind of...


Peace, Love, & Is there such a thing as too much Vitamin C intake? I hope not...

Sweet T

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Turkey Legs

Let me just start by saying....


YUM.

That is pretty much the only word in my vocabulary on Thanksgiving day.  Well that and, "Please Pass the Gravy."

This Thanksgiving was much like all the others, full of family and lots of food.

It was a very happy day, and at the end of it I was stuffed, content, and completely, utterly, Thankful. Also much like all the others...


My sister, my Mama, and I had a blast putting the feast together.

We all put a little effort into every dish, and they all came out delicious.  Not to toot my own horn or anything...

My Mama did the turkey all by herself (isn't she a big girl?) and it came out Marvelous! Just Marvelous Darling! (Did I mention I watched Gone with the Wind all weekend too?)




We had help from Mom, and Gran on all our side dishes and they were Marvelous! too.


Look at that assembly line of food! Is your mouth watering yet? Because mine is...How much longer till Thanksgiving? Oh yea, that's right. I have to wait 12 more months before I can consume my weight in sweet potatoes again...maybe that's a good thing?

When I saw our assembly line I got so excited that I did my "country girl" version of the "stanky leg."

NOTE: I really don't know what the stanky leg is.  All I know is that I asked my roommate, Brittney, how to do it, and she told me just to act like I was squishing a cockroach.  When I put a little arm action into the "dance." She laughed and called me a redneck, and I ran away crying into my overalls...Just kidding.



I also got excited when my Mama gave me, and my Lovely Sister the turkey leg...


Forgive me.  I know not what I do.

And apparently my Lovely Sister thinks I'm disgusting.

But! I'll forgive her because it is still the Thanksgiving Season, as it always should be, and I am thankful I have her to rebuke me in public before I dive head first into a Turkey leg. Amen.


Peace, Love, & I am thankful year round for my Family...and Rhett Butler.

Sweet T


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A 'Nother Rodeo Post

Ok, Ok...after this post I promise I will stop blogging about The Rodeo, get on with my life and start thinking about other things.

Cross my heart.

Ok maybe that's a lie...

Ok that is most definitely a lie.  Forgive me!

I can't help it though, The Rodeo is what I look forward to every year, what I dream about at night, etc., etc.  So one or two more post and we shall call it quits...until next week.


Speaking of things I dream about at night...


I love cupcakes, and I cannot lie.

Which is exactly why at the rodeo, I had 3.5 of them.



You would've eaten 3.5 of them too if you were a self-proclaimed Cowgirl Cupcake Queen.

They even had little boots in them!  It was a sign that I needed to buy one, eat it slowy, and enjoy every single crumb! (Which is exactly what I did.)

 By the way...the boots weren't edible.  Just ask my Grandpa....and the Brahman Breeder.

It's was a marvelous thing to finally see a cupcake at a rodeo.  They're a match made in heaven...kind of like John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara.


Speaking of marvelous things....

This weekend I saw my Blogging idol.

The lady who's blog I idolize.

The blog that this lady writes that is my idol.

That's right.  I saw The Pioneer Woman.

I had heard tale that she was going to be at the Ranch Rodeo last weekend, but I didn't believe it because you know how rumors get started...I just silently hoped the rumors would be true. 

And guess what they weren't jackin' with me! (Word to your mother.)

She was really there!

When I saw her I laughed, I cried, I ran around in circles until my Mama slapped me and told me to get ahold of myself...and then I cried some more.

I so wanted to run over there hug her, and tell her that she is the reason I started blogging in the first place. She's also the reason I cook day and night when I am at home, and why I have an unnatural love for yelling "Pray for me!" in strange places.

But sadly, My Mama told me that that sort of behavior could be considered "stalking" and "obsessive."  Dreamkiller.

So I just watched from a distance (Without binoculars...because I didn't have any.) and waited for the day that I might be a famous, wonderful blogger, married to a wrangler wearin' cowboy just like The Pioneer Woman. Amen.


Peace, Love, & If you haven't read her blog, you haven't been living my friend.

Sweet T

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Ranch Horse Shows

One of my favorite parts of the rodeos this weekend besides uh, all of it, was the Ranch Horse Show.

It's always great to watch everyone who comes out to compete, and believe me there are lots of 'em!

NOTE: Here's a quick definition of a Ranch Horse Show: They do their reining pattern. They work a cow. They rope. They ride out of the arena in glory. The End.

I also could be considered a little biast since my Lovely Sister, my Brahman Breedin' Brother, and my Top Hand Daddy all compete in it.

My Lovely sister competed against about forty men, and came out on top in 2nd place.  I don't think I need to say anything else about that right there.  Well, except for: YOU GO GIRL!

My Brahman Breedin' Brother showed for his very first time, and he acted as if he was an 'ole pro.  He trotted in the arena on his trusty companion, Pink Panther, gave the crowd a confident nod, and then blew us all away with how well he handled everything!  He was the youngest boy in his class and he got a notable 3rd place.  And then the girls went wild...

My Top Hand Daddy received a 1st place, a 2nd place, and then won the final show.  And I really hope he doesn't read this because he is so humble he wouldn't want anyone to think he was bragging, and I'm not bragging...I'm just telling you all how talented my Daddy is.

It's a daughters right! Right?

I also hope he doesn't read this because I am about to tell you what Daddy did.

My parents are pretty reserved people, especially in public.  They have this ongoing joke that someday when Daddy wins something he is going to look up into the crowd at my Mama, and she is going to yell "THAT'S MY BABY!"  (and the day they do that I will disappear from the face of the earth.) 

Well Mama didn't yell...but my Dad did, after receiving 1st place, look up into the crowd and make the famous Taylor Swift Heart Symbol.


You know this symbol?

My Mama laughed like a school girl, old folks sighed, and I excused myself while I threw up into a paper bag.


I know now that there is no hope for me...I will grow up to be a nerd just like my parents.  (Thank goodness!)



Peace, Love, & Nobody tell them about this...at least 'till college is paid for.

Sweet T

Monday, November 14, 2011

Sandhill Fans

The weekend was filled with family, cowboys, cattle, horses, and one entertaining monkey (seriously.)

Our team, Sandhill Cattle Company, didn't have the greatest rodeo, which can happen to anyone at some time or another for no particular reason.  We consider ourselves blessed to even get to participate in these rodeos so you'll  hear nothing but thankfulness from us! The boys (and the girl) did their absolute best competing, and had a good time doing it.

Sandhills fans had a good time cheering them on too...


We had Sandhill shirts made, and the WHOLE family wore them...and Sandhill has a lot of family folks...even more then the Brady Bunch.


The "Hot Mamas!" wore them.  Aren't they cute?
(NOTE: "Hot Mamas!" is what these two mothers refer to themselves as...Just kidding, I totally made that up because I like to heckle these two ladies.  Forgive me.)




All the chilren' wore them...and they were even cuter than the Hot Mamas, but don't tell them I said that.



And here's an example of one fellow that didn't wear a Sandhill t-shirt...he was ostracized from our group and was not allowed to cheer with us.  Just kidding, but we definitely considered kicking him out of town.


As you can see, we are very festive when it comes to cheering our "team" on.  Even to the point of embarrassment, but hey, what are families for?


Peace, Love, & Wassup? Sandhill Cattle Company...that's wassup.  (Excuse my slang, I'm feeling rebellious today.)

Sweet T

Thursday, November 10, 2011

This Sweet Boy






This sweet boy with many, MANY faces.

This sweet boy that can quote Dr. Seuss's The Grinch Who Stole Christmas like nobodies bizness.  Yes, you saw that right.  I said bizness, because he is just that good.

This sweet boy that gets to show pigs in the FFA for the first time this year, and is so excited that he feeds his pig peanut butter crackers.  (Is that part of a pigs usual diet? Eh, probably...)

This sweet boy that also gets to show his horse, Pink Panther, for the first time in a ranch horse show this Friday.  You wanna talk about excited...this sweet boy can hardly stand himself!

And I think everyone in Texas is excited for him too...at least that's what he likes to think. 

And we are going to humor him.


Peace, Love, & His sweet sister, (AKA: my lovely sister) is showing too! But she's already an ole' pro...Go Sandhill Kids!

Sweet T

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Start of a Rodeo Weekend

All year long we (when I say "we" I actually mean Sandhill Cattle Company which is my Daddy's Ranch Rodeo Team....I'm their biggest fan.) travel all over the country (when I say "country" I mean Oklahoma, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas, occasionally Kansas. Traveling: I'm not always it's biggest fan.) competing in Ranch Rodeos in order to qualify for the big one: The WRCA World (Working Ranch Cowboys Association) Ranch Rodeo Finals that is held every year in November.

At our house this weekend in November ranks right up there with Christmas because we get to see family, eat alot, and shop.  The only thing that is different is that we get to watch a Rodeo at the same time...so maybe it's better than Christmas?

This is something I will ponder later on tonight right before I exercise...pshhht! Your right, I don't exercise. Now that we've established yet once again that I have no athletic ability lets move on...

Tonight was the first night of this glorious Rodeo Weekend. 





It was the Kick Off Party that they hold every year where all the different teams can come and mingle before they go neck to neck in a fierce competition where ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE!!! 

Do you think you can handle this? PUNK? Well do ya?!

Sorry I can get carried away sometimes....

I always look forward to this night, and I was really looking forward to it this year because all my family was going to come down, and pick me up and we were all going to ride together just like in the good ole' days! (Ahem, last year...)  Little did I know that they would stand me up!

I was all dressed up ready to go, when I get a phone call from my Mother saying that weren't going to make it tonight....

I was distraught.

I was devastated.

I ran around campus crying like a lunatic...not really, but I've seen it done before.

But right when I thought all hope was lost Tori Smith came to my rescue, and saved me from the thought of not going to the Kick Off Party.




And she brought her future movie star children with her.

Aren't they beautiful?

Winning a Rodeo is beautiful too...BUT even if you don't win, the fact that you got to spend many days doing something you love, with people you love is even more beautiful


Peace, Love, & GO SANDHILL!

Sweet T

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Laundry. The Southern Way.

I've learned so many things in college.

Like...

How to eat on a budget.

What time to go to the cafeteria so that you don't have to wait in line (No later than 10:45!)

How to cook meals in your microwave.

(Am I seeing a trend here?)

How to be very tidy in tiny spaces...Ok. I'm still working on that one.

How to do laundry....and more importantly how to dry laundry.

You see, I have this phobia of all my clothes shrinking or ripping in the dryer. So I usually just air dry my clothes.  Well today I did laundry for the first time in uh, FOREVER.  So I had lots of clothes to air dry, and very little space to do it in.  So I improvised...




I laid out all my jeans on the balcony...on the 6th floor.

Jeans. Outside. Balcony. 6th Floor....maybe not my brightest moment...or maybe it's ingenious? I don't know I haven't decided yet.

I've always wanted to be a southern belle, where I rocked in my rockin' chair on my big wrap around porch overlooking the southern sunset drinking sweet tea, where I would later get up tell my children to hush, and go hang the clothes up on the line...this isn't quite the same. BUT if you use your imagination it pretty much is...You all can now refer to me as Scarlett by the way.



Peace, Love, & I hope there aren't six pairs of jeans flying around all over the campus....

Sweet T


Monday, November 7, 2011

When you give a girl an Iphone...


Me and my sister are one-of-a-kind folk...and that's putting it nicely.

We like to quote movies, preferably movies that are called "Steel Magnolias" and "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas." But just preferably.

We like to sing loud songs that make other people cringe.  Preferably songs by the one and only Taylor Swift.

And we like to video message each other with our Iphones because it is fun and causes us to be merry.

WARNING: Please don't judge us by what you are about to see, and be prepared to laugh so hard that you throw up...and yes, I'm speaking from experience.



Itty Bitty Cowboy Hat Girl


video




Taylor Swift Wannabe Girl

video





Peace, Love, & Do we need lives or what?

Sweet T

Friday, November 4, 2011

I Mustache You a Question.

Yesterday I told you that that day was going to be filled with thankfulness, giving, and food...and it most definitely was.

What I didn't know though, was that the day was also going to be filled with...mustaches.

Yes, you read that correct.  I said mustaches.

Have you noticed that lately everyone is obsessed with mustaches? 

Maybe it's because it's "No Shave November?"

Maybe it's because mustaches are all over pintrest, and Pintrest consumes peoples lives? Including mine.

Maybe it's because we've all been watching too much of Sam Elliot in Tombstone?

I don't know the answer, but I do know that it has taken over my family as well. Yesterday me and my lovely sister had a Mustache war.  I don't know how it got started, but I do know it was an all out brawl.

I was walking into target minding my own business when I received this text message:


I was appalled!

So I grabbed my grandma's head and furiously texted this back:



Clever. I know.

Pathetic. Yes I know that too.

We thought we were so witty, and ingenious with our mustaches! Until we saw this picture...



Alright Brahman Breeder. You win again.


Peace, Love, & Don't judge us by our fake facial hair.

Sweet T

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Day of Thanksgiving

It's November.

The month of thankfulness, giving, and food...lots, and lots of food.  There is nothing NOT to like about this month.

Today I get to enjoy all of the above because my grandma (Mom), my Aunt Erica, her baby boy Kuper (actually he's not a baby anymore, but I can still think of him as that right? Sorry...I'm in denial), and my Mama are coming to visit me here in college town.  We are going to be thankful to see each other, I am going to give my Mama a present, and we are going to eat food...lots, and lots of food.

It shall be a day of thanksgiving...as it should be.


Peace, Love, & What are you thankful for?


Sweet T



P.S. This is a scene from last thanksgiving...Be still oh my soul!