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

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

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

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

New Blog: www.wix.com/SummerT/sweet-t-blog

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

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.

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

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