A Dream Come True

I'm a simple girl.

I love God, my family, food, and the western lifestyle.

My dreams in life consist of me having a job that I love going to everyday, a family that is adorable (and they will be,) and a little house with red shutters, and a bright turquoise door...and maybe a few chickens? I haven't decided yet...

I have another dream too.  It's a little different than most peoples dreams.  It's very...um...what's the word I'm looking for? Ok, I'll just admit it. It's a weird dream, but a dream of mine nonetheless, and I achieved this dream the other night with the help of two very good friends.

This dream involves friends, fellowship, and waffles.

Yes, I'm afraid you heard me right.  I did just say my dream involves waffles...and not just any waffles but, Chocolate Chip waffles from none other than the one, and only, and magnificently tacky: Waffle House!

I developed this very weird, yet fitting dream last Christmas when me and my family went and ate there late one night.  I'm not sure why we did? But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that it was one of the best meals in my entire life! (Sorry Mama!) And it wasn't because of the food (even though I am partial to the Waffle House menu) it was because of who I was with, and the time we shared talking, and laughing at our tattooed waiter.

It was perfect.

So ever since then I've had this dream of eating at Waffle House at midnight, because apparently the waffles get even better then?

And you know what? That is the whole-hearted truth.

Check it out.

This waffle was one of the best I've ever had.

So I drenched it in syrup, and ate every bit of it.

It was tasty. It was fun. And it is something I will never forget. Amen.

Peace, Love, & My next dream is to wear the biggest, over-the-top hat I can at the Kentucky Derby.  This may take a little more time, and money to accomplish....

Sweet T

Mountains

Where ever you go to the mountains whether it be Virginia, Tennessee, Colorado, New Mexico, Brooklyn...(are there mountains in Brooklyn? Yea, I don't know either...) you always find peace.

You get to get away from the outside world for awhile, and just be filled with all things nature. Trees, sky, streams, bears, pine cones...

Your away from all the noisy, and at times bothersome ways of technology, and you can just be.

It's a time I always, always, ALWAYS look forward too, and this weekend is no different.

Yes, I am going to the mountains this weekend with my Church group. (I'd like to at this time make a shout out to all my Buffs for Christ peeps right now...What it do my friends?!)

Yes, I am going to enjoy time away from all things technology because we have an "iffy" relationship anyways...

And yes, I will tell you of my adventures when I return....

Until then my friends, I hope all your days are filled happiness, and thoughts of me in the mountains.


Peace, Love, & You should all go to the mountains too so we can fill the aftermath of hiking together...

Sweet T

What I've Been a Eatin'

I think about food 24/7. (Sadly, this is the whole-hearted truth.)


I'm convinced that there is someone out there who sinks to this level too...(Anyone???)

So, I've made it my mission today to enlighten you on what I've been sinking my teeth into lately...and that's not just a figure of speech.

You can't really sink your teeth into coffee....but believe me, If I could I would. Understood?  And this coffee right here happens to be the most delightful I have ever had....EVER!

Since I'm kind of a sucker for anything made up of flour and sugar, I usually get one of these babies to go with my Breve...

(P.S. Breve is a kind of coffee, and happens to be what is pictured above.  You probably already knew that, but us country folk are a little slower to catch onto things...)

Scone meet readers.  Readers meet my baby, Scone.

This isn't the full scone, I got so eager when the Barista handed it to me that I dug in immediately, and forgot the #1 rule for all food bloggers: Click before you have bit.

(That's really not the #1 rule, I just made it up...I'm weird like that.)

Now speaking of flour and sugar...This little dandy was the best cake thing I have evvaaa eaten before!

It was moist, chocolaty, and had a gooey middle layer: My three favorite things in life.


Now let's talk about "real" food...

The cafeteria here at college really isn't bad 'atall...in fact I like it alot.

I like it alot, alot.

 This meal was the first meal with sides I've had in a while.  Now my soul is at peace again.

Chicken!

Shh! Don't tell my Dad.

(P.S. My Dad believes in the consumption of beef, and only beef. Amen.)

And lastly...

B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

No day would be complete without them.



Peace, Love, & I believe in the consumption of food, and lots of food, Amen.

Sweet T

Son of a Duck

I don't normally take pictures of just anything...

And when I do take pictures it's usually of a rodeo, or (even more regularly) of cupcakes...(Forgive me, I know not what I do!)

So these next pictures were a very new experience for me, and no I have not lost my mind...well maybe slightly...I blame college.

I told you they were different...but before you go and accuse me of becoming a duck lover (they are kinda cute though, don't ya think?) let me 'splain myself...

You see, I am taking a media desgin class where more often then not we have an assignment due that involves pictures. Lots, and lots of pictures. This particular assignment requires 5 different pictures:

• Establishing Shot
• Still Life
• Detail Shot
• Portrait
• Action Shot 

Easy enough right? Sure.

But then my professor threw in this curve ball: They must all tell a story.

Usually I'm a very imaginiative person, but when you live in a dorm, and are on a time crunch to get this done, your imagination kind of goes out the window, and convenience comes into play, which is exactly why I chose to force my roommate to go feed ducks with me at the local park.  She finally agreed (No I didn't threaten her. Why? Have you talked to someone??) and we ventured off to the duck world.

And her is my Duck story told in pictures.

Enjoy.


One time, there was a beautiful maiden named (We will go with "Ducky" for now, because honestly names aren't a major concern right now...) Ducky had a love for ducks.  A love that was so strong, she had vowed very early in life to feed the lovely creatures everyday for the rest of her time on this earth.  So thats exactly what she did....

(She fed them Kashi.  Her favorite cereal, because it's full of 7 whole grains.)

The water was always quiet right when Ducky got there. Everything was still, and peaceful...

But then sudenly, Ducky would spring everything forth from its slumbering state by tossing the cereal to the cold, quiet waters, making everything come alive.

The ducks really did love Ducky (go figure.) but as they say, "All good things must come to an end." so in the bright of the noon day sun, the ducks would venture away from Ducky out into the wild, blue yonder called Southeast Park.

This devestated Ducky.

But Hark!

What's this?

A token of gratitude left for the fair maiden, named, Ducky, who loved to feed the beautiful ducks.

The End.

Please contain your tears, "I have a strict policy that no one cries alone in my prescene!"  (Someone name that movie please!)

Anyways, that's my story, these are my pictures, the ducks are now my peeps, and if I don't have a roommate come the end of the week we will all wonder why....

Peace, Love, & Oh by the way, ducks don't exactly appreciate the 7 whole, wonderful grains of Kashi.

Sweet T



I Yearn for Kentucky

It's true.

Every night I lay in my bed, and dream of the lush, beautiful pastures of My Old Kentucky Home.

It's a place where all is right in the world.

Where little children can eat ice cream for supper.

Where parents never have to worry about what the children are having for supper.

Where horses and cattle are always standing in grass up to their belly's.

Where college students are always homework free.

It's paradise!

OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little (just a tad wee little bit) but my family and I drove through Kentucky this summer, and it changed our lives forever.

OK, maybe I'm exaggerating again, but it is one of the most beautiful places I have evvvaaa seen before! I felt like a modern day Scarlett O'Hara just driving through it...I did, it's true.

Be still oh my soul!

We drove through the Kentucky Horse Park, and for a family whose lives involve lots of "Horse time" it was PARADISE with a capitol "I" for I want to live in this barn....

Do you think they'd let me?

I'd clean it all the time! (OK most of the time...)

I bet they would hardly even know I was there!

I'd even let my horses graze in this pasture...who am I kidding? That grass is so green, I'd probably graze in this pasture too.



Peace, Love, & The grass really is greener on the other side...at least in Kentucky it is.

Sweet T

Poor Hungry Souls

Right now I should be doing homework.

Right now I should be cleaning my messy, messy room. (In my defense, it's a room shared by two girls.  You wouldn't expect anything less than messy right?)

Right now I should be running my, well to be completely honest...I should be running my breakfast casserole, bannana, and ceareal off. (My church is much too good to us poor college folk.)

But instead I have come to you, My dear readers, whom I have been neglecting lately (refer to words above.)  It's not that I have forgotten about you, because believe me, I think about you all the day long! Yes, even in Animal Science my mind wanders to the blogging world, where all is pure, right, and holy...and usually has something to do with food...

I would much rather be here.  Writing to my hearts content about cupcakes, or a rodeo, but I'm afraid that can't be. You see, college is sort of, in a way, paritally, time consuming, and being the naive gal that I am, I was not aware of that. 

I'm going to be honest with you...It plumb tuckers me out.  I get "home" after a long day of classes, and not only am I famished, but my I'm exhauseted and have tons of homework to accomplish.  (Sometimes it gets done, and sometimes it doesnt...I'm not perfect people.)

But they tell me it's only for my good, and that if I want to make money, and have a life someday that this is what I must do.

I guess I believe them, and I guess I must do what they say.

So until then, as your sitting in your house, or office, not going to college, please think of us poor college folk, and find it in your heart to pray for us, or bring us food...whatever is more convienient...



Peace, Love, & Lasanga sounds pretty good right now...just in case you were wondering.

Sweet T


P.S. It doesn't help that pictures like this are haunting me on my computer....HELP ME!

My Salvation

Food.

It's what makes the world go round.

Especially when your in college, and the only thing that is on your mind for the better part of the day is food.

Where are you going to get your next meal?

What will you for lunch?

And the most importnant: Will it be free?

Me and my roomie have this in common: We both like to eat.  Of course, I like to eat a little more than most people, but hey, we all have our flaws right?

RIGHT? 

Please stop looking at me like that...you know that your craving a cupcake right now too.  And a steak...but not together. Unless it's a bacon cupcake, and then they could possibly be consumed together, but just possibly.

Anyways, being on the budget that I am right now it's not always feasible to go out and get the best meal on the market, or the best meal anywhere for that matter, so I've become creative.  I've become thrifty.  And I've become mean.  Just kidding about the mean part, I've just been doing too much homework that's all...

And I have found the perfect meal, the perfect snack, it's perfect for anything really, and it is indeed my hungers salvation....

It is....

The Banana.

(B-A-N-A-N-A-S!....Sorry.)

No matter what time of day it is, or what kind of mood I'm in, the Banana can cure it.

The banana brings peace to my soul. (Especially covered in Peanut Butter.)

My and my roomie share this love for bananas (B-A-N-A-N-A-S!....Err, Uh...Sorry.)

Between the two of us we can eat about 4 bananas a day, give or take a banana...and a tablespoon of peanut butter...per banana.

B-A-N-A-N-A-S!....Sing it with me!!!



Peace, Love, & Maybe I've gone Bananas?
Sweet T

Volleyball will be the Death of Me

I don't know if I've told y'all this, but I'm not very athletic.

Actually, when I say "not very" I mean, you better watch out 'cuz this girl ain't got no skills...ya dig?

For many years it bothered me, but I've finally come to terms with my unathleticism, and have accepted my position in this cruel, very athletic world.

My position is usually on the side lines cheering the team on, or eating a hotdog...either way I'm usually content.

Example A:

I think in this particular situation I was eating yogurt, not a hotdog.  Just thought I'd clarify that...

Last night however, I decided to take my unathletic matters into my own hands and turn them around...for good!

Little did I know, that this would not be the case.

Some of my friends at my church invited everyone to come play volleyball (A sport that my school did not offer, therefore, I have not played.  Therefore, I don't know how to play.  Therefore, I am bad.  VERY bad.) and I accepted there offer thinking this was my chance to shine in the sport world!

I mean, it's volleyball it can't be all that hard right?

Right?

RIGHT?!

Nope...very wrong.

You see, I don't particularly like flying objects flying towards me...especially, when they are round, and hard, and probably have a estimated speed of 95 mph...and that's just estimated.

I wasn't going to give up though!

No matter how intimidated I was, I was going to spike that ball down someones throat.

(Did I mention I'm competitive?)

So as the ball came flying towards me, I knew this could be my only chance. I took that chance.

I hit the ball as hard as my feeble arms would let me towards the net, and as my wrist came in contact with the flying ball (with an estimated speed of 95 mph) I heard a loud pop.  My adrenaline was so high I didn't know if the pop was from my wrist smacking that ball back to kingdom come, or if it was from that ball breaking my feeble wrist in two.  Either way, I didn't care.  I had finally had my shot at athletic glory, and I was satisfied.

Satisfied that is, until I woke up this morning with a very sore wrist that hurst so much everytime I move it that I want to run home crying to my Mommy. Amen.

Peace, Love, & I've once again had to accept that I am not, and never will be Athletic.

Sweet T

My Favorite Boy

This boy.

My favorite boy.

The boy who wasn't as devastated as I wanted him to be when I left for college.

The boy who yelled my name across the crowd, in the football stands, when I came home for the weekend.

The boy who sleeps in my bed when I'm gone.

The boy who can eat a whole box of pecan pinwheels by himself...in one day.

The boy who is learning to rope very good.

The boy who is growing up so fast.

The boy whom I miss terribly.

This boy.

My favorite boy.


Peace, Love, & He is a total moron, and that's why I love him so.

Sweet T

You go to College.

You decorate your room.

You make friends.

You go home for a weekend and eat alot.

And I do mean ALOT.

You come back to school and you eat again.

 (Not all of them but it was tempting.)




And what's next?

Job time...that's whats next.

I've put it off for as long as I could, but when you only have class Monday, and Wednesday, and partially Tuesday it's difficult for you not to hear a job calling your name.

They are starting to mock me.

Every time I walk down the street they scream out at me:  "GET A JOB YOU BUM!" or my personal favorite:  "YOU NEED A JOB SO YOU CAN AFFORD A NEW PAIR OF SHOES!" I mean I know I've had these shoes for a few years, and they've definitely already seen their glory days, but give me a break!

I have no peace.

I will have no peace until I get a job.

Where do I get a job?

What are my skills?

I think I'll put on my resume that I am very good at blogging, eating, blogging about eating, and blogging about the western lifestyle...oh, and shopping.

I should have a job in no time.



Peace, Love, & Pray for me and my future employer.

Sweet T

A Princess & Her Coffee

I have always thought of myself as a Princess, and that I needed to live in a palace...Sad, but true.

I have always detested the thought, and taste of coffee...Also sad, but true.

So when my Roommate introduced to me to Palace Coffee Company, located right here in our little college town, I was skeptical at first, but also excited because after all, I do love palaces...but what awaited me inside of this quaint little coffee shop was nothing short of True, blue (or Black if you want to be politically correct), and wonderful bliss...in coffee form.

Sitting inside the Palace I felt like I had been transported to Chicago, or New York, or somewhere fancy where they drink coffee, and that I should be snapping my fingers or writing poetry because the decor of this room is just too awesome for words.  I would have taken pictures of it, but I didn't want them to throw me, and my Frapp (new coffee drink of choice) out into the cold (even though it was 101 degrees outside.)

As I mentioned before, I am not a coffee drinker.  I never have been, and honestly thought I never would be, but I can now think my Roomie for ruining me completely and turning me to the dark side.  (Coffee is black for those of you that didn't understand that analogy.)

I am very young in the coffee world though, and the Palace Coffee Co. owner told me that I needed to "acquire a taste for coffee"  Well Mr. Palace Coffee, if that is your challenge, I accept it...as long as you let me drink as many Frapps as I want.

So for those of you who are also new to the Coffee world, here is my advice to you:

1.  Order something not too strong at first. Like a Vanilla Frapp...Yummmmm.

It was pretty.

I've never thought of coffee as pretty, but this coffee was. I could actually see the vanilla flecks inside! And for some reason that made me giddy...I got even giddier when I tasted it.

2.  Drink the Frapp.

Drink lots, and lots of the Frapp....and when you get a brain freeze, don't stop.  It just means that you've reached Coffee Euphoria.

3.  Take a picture of Your Roomie, Best Friend, or Random Person drinking their Frapp.

It lets you get a better understanding of your Coffee...not really, I just made that up...

By the way...Readers Meet Brittney, My Roomie, and Brittney Meet My Readers...(Sorry, I was never good at introductions...)

5. Finish your Frapp.

And then cry because you want more!

6. Take a picture of the Palace Coffee Logo because you want to remember this Moment In Coffee History forever.

Amen.


Peace, Love, & Coffee Lovers Unite!

Sweet T