My roommate.
She is amazing, and I'm not just saying that because if I don't she could sabotage my side of the room, I am saying that because today she showed me that I have not been living.
She showed me that I am but a young, ignorant girl that has yet to taste the most wonderful ,found inside a wonderful grocery store, located in this wonderful town. She showed me (Wonderful) Market Street.
You see, we had to make a little trip to a bookstore to get our books for our classes (and yes, classes did start yesterday...we are just procrastinators.) and in those 30 minutes we were actually in the bookstore we became very, VERY hungry...as any normal college girl would. So we decided to go eat...as any normal college girl would. Did I already say that? Oh well...it's what any normal college girl would do.
So my roommate (who's name I cannot give you at this time because I haven't actually "Ok'd" it with her yet to blog about her so she shall remain nameless until she so rightly chooses...I will tell you this though, her name is not Ethel. Just thought I'd share that with you....)
Alright continuing....my roommate use to work at Market Street, so she suggested that we take a little trip there to go eat. It was the best decision that anyone has ever made in their life.
It was delicious.
They have Italian food places, sushi bars, salad bars, hot sandwiches, cold sandwiches...ham sandwiches! And my personal favorite part: A BAKERY. This place amazed me. No, it did more than amaze me, it stunned me into a food coma, one that I hope to never recover from, because it is a place full of happiness, bliss, and 55cent Artisan Rolls. When you are a poor college student 55cent Artisan rolls mean EVERYTHING.
I opted for the salad bar. I do declare it was the loveliest salad bar I have evvvaaa seen before! I do declare! (Honestly, I really do declare that.)
I was so happy about how many options I had that I kinda went overboard, and piled my salad about three feet high...OK, it wasn't three feet high, but that is only because it wouldn't have fit in my carton...No, I didn't cry about that! Why are you asking? Who have you talked too! Tell me NOW! (Sorry...I think the blue cheese dressing is getting to my head.)
After I finished devouring my meal at my roommates parent's house (They probably thought I hadn't eatin in three days...) I told myself, I said, "Self, you have got the best roommate in the WORLD!"
In fact, I think she deserves a lot of cupcakes now....Don't we all?
Peace, Love, & I have been ruined.
Sweet T
P.S. I would have taken pictures of my salad, but....I was too hungry.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Cotton-Pickin' Rednecks
Now that I'm living in a "College" Town I've met a lot of new people, from a lot of different backgrounds but, most of them have one thing in common: They have never heard of Earth, Texas.
It's the same conversation every time, with the same facial expressions:
New Person: So, where are you from?
Me: Earth, Texas!
New Person: Earth? EARTH?!
Me: Yep....
New Person walks away mumbling something about a redneck.
Usually this might bother me, and I might get upset, and I might get aggravated, and my voice might get real high-pitched as I explain to them just how I am not a "Cotton-pickin' redneck!"
But not anymore. Nope, I am now a changed person. Comfortable with my strong accent, and my hometown, and my redneck family. (OK, OK, I admit, they are a bit redneck, but what can I say? They just can't help themselves!)
So instead of getting aggravated, I simply smile. Say Yes (with an emphasis on the "Y" for added effect.) And continue the conversation, because that is what any well brought up redneck, country, southern girl would do.
Peace, Love, & My addiction to boots probably doesn't help the whole "redneck" stereotype....
Sweet T
P.S.
I blame them.
It's the same conversation every time, with the same facial expressions:
New Person: So, where are you from?
Me: Earth, Texas!
New Person: Earth? EARTH?!
Me: Yep....
New Person walks away mumbling something about a redneck.
Usually this might bother me, and I might get upset, and I might get aggravated, and my voice might get real high-pitched as I explain to them just how I am not a "Cotton-pickin' redneck!"
But not anymore. Nope, I am now a changed person. Comfortable with my strong accent, and my hometown, and my redneck family. (OK, OK, I admit, they are a bit redneck, but what can I say? They just can't help themselves!)
So instead of getting aggravated, I simply smile. Say Yes (with an emphasis on the "Y" for added effect.) And continue the conversation, because that is what any well brought up redneck, country, southern girl would do.
Peace, Love, & My addiction to boots probably doesn't help the whole "redneck" stereotype....
Sweet T
P.S.
I blame them.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Everything it should be...
Beautiful.
Pretty.
Lovely.
Delicate.
Dainty.
Remarkable.
Eye-Catching.
Sweet.
Soft.
Luscious.
Full of sugar.
Creamy.
Delicious.
Tasty.
Everything a Chocolate-Orange Cupcake should be.
Peace, Love, & There is no greater love than between a girl and her cupcake, Amen.
Sweet T
Friday, August 26, 2011
Edchucation
College has ruined me.
I use to be this neat-freak, control-freak, cooking-freak...basically a freak.
And now...well, not much has changed except that I am a tad bit lazy.
Example:
This morning, for breakfast, I had yogurt with a little bit, of cereal, and blueberries for nourishment. Instead of getting a bowl like a normal person, I instead just ate it right out of the carton...lazy or innovative?
I don't know, but sometimes I wonder things like this...
Long ago, when I was a sweet, high-maintenance high school student, I never did things like this! Does that mean I've conformed?
Say it ain't so momma! Say it ain't so!
Someone help me!
I don't need this here edchucation!
Peace, Love, & Mommas don't let your babies move off to college with out proper knowledge of bowl usage...
Sweet T
I use to be this neat-freak, control-freak, cooking-freak...basically a freak.
And now...well, not much has changed except that I am a tad bit lazy.
Example:
This morning, for breakfast, I had yogurt with a little bit, of cereal, and blueberries for nourishment. Instead of getting a bowl like a normal person, I instead just ate it right out of the carton...lazy or innovative?
I don't know, but sometimes I wonder things like this...
Long ago, when I was a sweet, high-maintenance high school student, I never did things like this! Does that mean I've conformed?
Say it ain't so momma! Say it ain't so!
Someone help me!
I don't need this here edchucation!
Peace, Love, & Mommas don't let your babies move off to college with out proper knowledge of bowl usage...
Sweet T
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Where in the World is Sweet T Blogging From???
I am blogging.
If you are as smart as I think you are, then you already guessed that but, I thought I would tell you anyways for my amusement.
But here's a question for ya: Do you know where I am blogging from?
Here's a hint:
It starts with "D" and rhymes with "Storm."
If you guessed Detroit your wrong, and should go see a doctor.
If you guessed Dorm....you are right!
To be more specific, this desk pictured above.
Isn't it lovely?
It's so quaint, and small, and homey, and, and, and....I miss my Mommy.
*cough*clears throat*cough* But moving on....
This is the big picture, of the tiny dorm.
It's still lovely, still quaint, and still homey...and I still miss my Mommy, but lucky for me I have a terrific roommate that isn't creepy at all! (That was a fear of mine...sorry I'm weird.)
Peace, Love, & Maybe you should pray for my roommate...I hear her roommate is kinda weird...
P.S. Thank you all for being so patient with me these last couple of weeks! I have been packing, crying, unpacking my stuff, and then packing it again. It was a long process, but it's nothing that a Cinnamon roll couldn't fix....In fact, now that I think about it, Cinnamon rolls fix just about everything...even cutting your finger nail off while shaving your legs...Sorry, I'm weird.
If you are as smart as I think you are, then you already guessed that but, I thought I would tell you anyways for my amusement.
But here's a question for ya: Do you know where I am blogging from?
Here's a hint:
It starts with "D" and rhymes with "Storm."
If you guessed Detroit your wrong, and should go see a doctor.
If you guessed Dorm....you are right!
To be more specific, this desk pictured above.
Isn't it lovely?
It's so quaint, and small, and homey, and, and, and....I miss my Mommy.
*cough*clears throat*cough* But moving on....
This is the big picture, of the tiny dorm.
It's still lovely, still quaint, and still homey...and I still miss my Mommy, but lucky for me I have a terrific roommate that isn't creepy at all! (That was a fear of mine...sorry I'm weird.)
Peace, Love, & Maybe you should pray for my roommate...I hear her roommate is kinda weird...
P.S. Thank you all for being so patient with me these last couple of weeks! I have been packing, crying, unpacking my stuff, and then packing it again. It was a long process, but it's nothing that a Cinnamon roll couldn't fix....In fact, now that I think about it, Cinnamon rolls fix just about everything...even cutting your finger nail off while shaving your legs...Sorry, I'm weird.
Monday, August 22, 2011
My Alotofbull
I've been reminiscing today, and I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I've been packing my whole room into two tiny bags? (OK, I lied...they are not tiny, and there are way more than two.)
Maybe it's because I cleaned out my pickup, and found a memory in every crumb that has been crumbled into that pickup for the last seven years? Take a look at our vacuum and you'll see that there were ALOT of memories.
Maybe it's because I've been inhaling too many paint fumes? I've got to make my dorm pretty, and the only way I know how to do that is by covering everything that is mine in paint...even my pillows.
Or maybe it's because I ate so much of my Mama's bread pudding yesterday that I thought I was going to die? No joke, her bread pudding is TO DIE FOR. And I did my best in trying to eat myself to death with it...
My reminiscing didn't stop when I started looking through the pictures on my camera either because, I found this photo...
Your right...this isn't an old photo, in fact it was taken two weeks ago, but it's the subject matter that causes me to reminisce.
You see, the horse in this here photo was, and still is to this day my favorite horse...EVER, Amen.
He was my Alotofbull.
The first horse I ever fell off of.
The first horse I ever roped off of.
The first horse I was scared to death of because he had a tendency to want to buck, and I know most of you didn't know this about me but I am NOT A BRONC RIDER. (Sorry I had to break it to you this way...)
The first horse I ever truly loved.
But like every other agricultural family in the world, we have to make a living, and we had to do that by selling Alotofbull.
Thankfully though, we sold him to a good home in West Virginia! He now works the race tracks everyday controlling the actual race horses. And his "new" owners were kind enough to let me come visit him one last time, before I head off into the adult world.
He looked just the same as he always had....Bold....Wild....and Beautiful.
And if a Big, Wild, and Beautiful horse comes up missing in West Virgina just forget you ever read this...
Peace, Love, & There'll never be another like My Alotofbull
Sweet T
Maybe it's because I've been packing my whole room into two tiny bags? (OK, I lied...they are not tiny, and there are way more than two.)
Maybe it's because I cleaned out my pickup, and found a memory in every crumb that has been crumbled into that pickup for the last seven years? Take a look at our vacuum and you'll see that there were ALOT of memories.
Maybe it's because I've been inhaling too many paint fumes? I've got to make my dorm pretty, and the only way I know how to do that is by covering everything that is mine in paint...even my pillows.
Or maybe it's because I ate so much of my Mama's bread pudding yesterday that I thought I was going to die? No joke, her bread pudding is TO DIE FOR. And I did my best in trying to eat myself to death with it...
My reminiscing didn't stop when I started looking through the pictures on my camera either because, I found this photo...
You see, the horse in this here photo was, and still is to this day my favorite horse...EVER, Amen.
He was my Alotofbull.
The first horse I ever fell off of.
The first horse I ever roped off of.
The first horse I was scared to death of because he had a tendency to want to buck, and I know most of you didn't know this about me but I am NOT A BRONC RIDER. (Sorry I had to break it to you this way...)
The first horse I ever truly loved.
But like every other agricultural family in the world, we have to make a living, and we had to do that by selling Alotofbull.
Thankfully though, we sold him to a good home in West Virginia! He now works the race tracks everyday controlling the actual race horses. And his "new" owners were kind enough to let me come visit him one last time, before I head off into the adult world.
He looked just the same as he always had....Bold....Wild....and Beautiful.
And if a Big, Wild, and Beautiful horse comes up missing in West Virgina just forget you ever read this...
Peace, Love, & There'll never be another like My Alotofbull
Sweet T
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Meet The Flex
I have never ridden in a "rented" car in my whole life. (Honest...it's the sad truth.)
I had always felt like something was missing because of this...like there was piece of my "life" puzzle that hadn't been placed yet...Like I was being deprived of true happiness...LIKE I HADN"T LIVED!
Well all That is, until I met Flex.
Flex opened my eyes to what real life could be like.
He showed me that rented cars are for the betterment of mankind! (Especially Ford Flex's that are big enough to hold a family of five comfortably in order to prevent them from harming each other.)
He taught me that driving could be fun again, and that no matter how big, or small you are you can always cross medians in Arkansas illegally.
I now know that pickups are wonderful, but Ford Flex's that resemble station wagons are the best rented cars in all of America, Amen.
Peace, Love, & I think I've had too much chocolate today...
Sweet T
I had always felt like something was missing because of this...like there was piece of my "life" puzzle that hadn't been placed yet...Like I was being deprived of true happiness...LIKE I HADN"T LIVED!
Well all That is, until I met Flex.
Flex opened my eyes to what real life could be like.
He showed me that rented cars are for the betterment of mankind! (Especially Ford Flex's that are big enough to hold a family of five comfortably in order to prevent them from harming each other.)
He taught me that driving could be fun again, and that no matter how big, or small you are you can always cross medians in Arkansas illegally.
I now know that pickups are wonderful, but Ford Flex's that resemble station wagons are the best rented cars in all of America, Amen.
Peace, Love, & I think I've had too much chocolate today...
Sweet T
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Cute Houses & Tobacco
I have a thing for old, cute houses, and decaying tobacco barns.
It's true.
Which is exactly why I felt so at "home" being in this home.
What can I say? It's cute. It's old. It's a regular dream house.
And it's also the house where we stayed at for two days of our "Tour of Some States we've never been to!" (By the way, that's what I've started calling our vacation...it's kind of catchy.)
Not only was this house charming, it had so many stories behind it and, being more than 84 years old you can imagine just how many stories there were...Hint, Hint: ALOT.
True, it was makeshift, and a little tattered in parts but, that is what added to it's appeal, and made me want to live there forever...well that is if we could move it to Texas because, I discovered I'm not too fond of wooded areas...especially in the dark.
(*Note: When I say "Not too fond" I actually mean that I am the biggest "scardy cat" on the face of the Earth.)
And this is the decaying tobacco barn...
(*I didn't get too close to it therefore, I din't get a very good picture...refer to statement above.)
Now I don't smoke tobacco, or dip it, or eat it, or whatever else you can do with it, but for some reason I am facsinated at it? How could you not be? It's a beautiful, big, leafy plant that is taller than a small child, and it's grown in pretty much every state we went through on our "Tour of Some State we've never been too!"
In fact, I think I'll start growing it in my dorm room...is that legal?
Peace, Love, & The stars at night are not so big in bright when your surronded by trees...
Sweet T
It's true.
Which is exactly why I felt so at "home" being in this home.
What can I say? It's cute. It's old. It's a regular dream house.
And it's also the house where we stayed at for two days of our "Tour of Some States we've never been to!" (By the way, that's what I've started calling our vacation...it's kind of catchy.)
Not only was this house charming, it had so many stories behind it and, being more than 84 years old you can imagine just how many stories there were...Hint, Hint: ALOT.
True, it was makeshift, and a little tattered in parts but, that is what added to it's appeal, and made me want to live there forever...well that is if we could move it to Texas because, I discovered I'm not too fond of wooded areas...especially in the dark.
(*Note: When I say "Not too fond" I actually mean that I am the biggest "scardy cat" on the face of the Earth.)
And this is the decaying tobacco barn...
(*I didn't get too close to it therefore, I din't get a very good picture...refer to statement above.)
Now I don't smoke tobacco, or dip it, or eat it, or whatever else you can do with it, but for some reason I am facsinated at it? How could you not be? It's a beautiful, big, leafy plant that is taller than a small child, and it's grown in pretty much every state we went through on our "Tour of Some State we've never been too!"
In fact, I think I'll start growing it in my dorm room...is that legal?
Peace, Love, & The stars at night are not so big in bright when your surronded by trees...
Sweet T
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Serious Talent
Virginia Beach, Virgina. The place "Where all your dreams come true!"
Or at least that's what my Mom's Souvenir Store shirt said...and I have to say, that after spending just two days at the beach I was starting to believe this wise, and tacky at the same time, shirt quote.
Virginia Beach had no end to the amount of stuff you could do while there.
You could:
I mean just look at that concentration!
Don't let boogie boarding fool you...it takes some serious talent.
This takes some serious talent too.
And you know what else takes talent?
Capturing pictures of a Cowboy in shorts.
And now if you'll excuse me, I better high-tail it out of the country before my Daddy comes home and sees this here photograph.
Goodbye forever.
Peace, Love, & I have never seen whiter legs in my life.
Sweet T
Or at least that's what my Mom's Souvenir Store shirt said...and I have to say, that after spending just two days at the beach I was starting to believe this wise, and tacky at the same time, shirt quote.
Virginia Beach had no end to the amount of stuff you could do while there.
You could:
- Mini golf
- Real golf
- Swim in the pool
- Swim in the beach
- Fish
- Fight off killer sharks that you think you see in the water waiting for you to turn away so they could bite of your leg...
- Play in the sand
- Build sand castles
- Eat lunch
- Eat dinner
- Eat ice cream...lots & lots of ice cream
- Feed seagulls...(I'm still not sure if this is legal?)
- Jaywalk
- Shop
- And...Boogie board.
In fact, that's pretty much what he did for the duration of our stay at the beach...
He was getting pretty good too.
Don't let boogie boarding fool you...it takes some serious talent.
And you know what else takes talent?
Capturing pictures of a Cowboy in shorts.
And now if you'll excuse me, I better high-tail it out of the country before my Daddy comes home and sees this here photograph.
Goodbye forever.
Peace, Love, & I have never seen whiter legs in my life.
Sweet T
Monday, August 15, 2011
Stories of a Wondering Moron
I am sitting here before you a lowly, and pathetic, and paint-drenched woman that is so ashamed, and so embarrassed of my lack of blogging for the past two weeks....
It really makes me gag when I think of all the days I went without blogging my heart out as I would have normally...but you probably didn't care to know that.
But I told you anyways.
Because I care for you.
It's how I roll.
Speaking of caring...You might also like to know what I've been doing for the past two weeks instead of blogging, am I right?
Of course I'm not but, I'm going to tell you anyways.
Because I care for you.
I care for cupcakes too.
I kinda think they care for me back but thats a different story for another time...
Folks, for the first week of my blogging absence I must have been unconscious because I cannot for the life of me, or for the life of my garden (hint hint: It has no life...and neither do I.) remember what I did? This is a problem that will probably never go unsolved and I'll end up on that lifetime show called "Unsolved Mystery's" and will make millions off of my "story" and then I'll get to pay people to make me gardens all day long. (Fingers crossed.)
The second week however, is a much different story because, I vividly remember what I did, and now you will get to vividly see what I did....
Enjoy your hearts out.
The week started in this room....This giant room called the "airport."
Yes it was a foreign concept to me, and yes, I did wear that hat.
Why?
Because I like it. That's why.
After the airport we ended up here.
It's called the "Ocean."
It was beautiful.
It was peaceful.
I think I kinda like this thing called, "ocean."
And after this place we went many, many, many more places. I was even starting to feel like Johnny Cash....it was a nice feeling.
And I will show you all these beautiful, wonderful, new places, but right now my computer is acting like my sister in the mornings: cranky, and uncooperative.
So for now dear, and devoted friends ( you must be devoted if you're still reading after all these weeks right? Yes. And for that I am forever in your debt!) I bid you farewell while I go and scrub the paint off my skin.
That is also a different story for another time....
Peace, Love, & I've been everywhere man...
Sweet T
It really makes me gag when I think of all the days I went without blogging my heart out as I would have normally...but you probably didn't care to know that.
But I told you anyways.
Because I care for you.
It's how I roll.
Speaking of caring...You might also like to know what I've been doing for the past two weeks instead of blogging, am I right?
Of course I'm not but, I'm going to tell you anyways.
Because I care for you.
I care for cupcakes too.
I kinda think they care for me back but thats a different story for another time...
Folks, for the first week of my blogging absence I must have been unconscious because I cannot for the life of me, or for the life of my garden (hint hint: It has no life...and neither do I.) remember what I did? This is a problem that will probably never go unsolved and I'll end up on that lifetime show called "Unsolved Mystery's" and will make millions off of my "story" and then I'll get to pay people to make me gardens all day long. (Fingers crossed.)
The second week however, is a much different story because, I vividly remember what I did, and now you will get to vividly see what I did....
Enjoy your hearts out.
The week started in this room....This giant room called the "airport."
Yes it was a foreign concept to me, and yes, I did wear that hat.
Why?
Because I like it. That's why.
After the airport we ended up here.
It's called the "Ocean."
It was beautiful.
It was peaceful.
I think I kinda like this thing called, "ocean."
And after this place we went many, many, many more places. I was even starting to feel like Johnny Cash....it was a nice feeling.
And I will show you all these beautiful, wonderful, new places, but right now my computer is acting like my sister in the mornings: cranky, and uncooperative.
So for now dear, and devoted friends ( you must be devoted if you're still reading after all these weeks right? Yes. And for that I am forever in your debt!) I bid you farewell while I go and scrub the paint off my skin.
That is also a different story for another time....
Peace, Love, & I've been everywhere man...
Sweet T
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