Sweet T has moved ya'll!
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I hope to see all of ya'll there...because I love ya mor'n my luggage. Amen.
Peace, Love, & Keep It Real.
Sweet T
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Chicks
My sweet Mama has wanted to have a hen house in our backyard for some time now. We all laughed at her for wanting to become like Ma on Little House on the Prairie (classic show that everyone should watch for the betterment of their life. Amen.) But secretly we all backed this decision whole heartily, because we love eggs...and we love chicks...and we love fried chicken.
I probably shouldn't have said that.
I probably shouldn't say a lot of things.
Forgive me.
Finally after several years of wishing and wanting, and begging and pleading, and crying and wailing My sweet Mama finally got her chicks.
My Brahman Breedin' brother did his fair share of wishing, wanting, begging, pleading, crying, and wailing as well. But that's normal.
Aren't they precious?
Don't you just want to swoop one up in your arms, swaddle it in a blanket, and rock it to sleep?
No?
Ok, maybe that's just me.
The Brahman Breeder loves the chicks.
He feeds them and waters them very diligently.
And then he holds them while I take his picture.
And then he yells at me for leaving the door open too long.
And then I run away crying.
And then I eat a spoonful of peanut butter and all is right in the world.
The End.
I can't wait until these baby chicks are full grown, and egg makin' machines. Then all will be right in the world...again.
Peace, Love, & Who's craving a fried egg right now?
That would be me...Sweet T
Monday, May 7, 2012
Ranch Horse Sister
Me and My Lovely Sister have a bond that none can compare with.
She glares at me in the morning...I tell her to "Cheer up Dude, It's almost Christmas."
We make food together. Lots of food.
I tell her about my dreams of being a woman of the prairie...she raps Niki Minaj to me.
We laugh at ourselves together, and secretly believe we should have our own talk show.
She wears heels to church...I cower below her like the stump I am.
We make fun of our Brahman Breedin' brother together, and then watch Animal Planet with him.
We quote Steel Magnolias, Gone With the Wind, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and any Will Ferrel movie together. Non Stop. Much to our Mothers dismay. Amen.
We do most everything together.
Me and her we're like chocolate and sauce, biscuits and Cherry Preserves, fried eggs and honey, steak and ketchup (forgive me) and pancakes and peanut butter. Did I mention we love food?
This weekend though, my little, lovely sister is going to spread her wings and do her own thing. She is going to show at the Ranch Horse Finals. She is going to look punchy, and pretty. She is going to beat all the boys. She is going to share her winnings with me. (Just kidding...but really, Autumn if you wanted to share some of your glory with me I would be very grateful. I would even let you borrow my moccasins. Maybe.)
This is Autumn and her baby "Hoorey" the horse she will be showing.
Autumn and Hoorey have a bond too.
Here's where Hoorey fits into our family:
Autumn is a go-getter. She is beautiful, talented, witty, polite, and has a heart of gold. I am proud of my little sister, and I'm not just saying that because she can beat me up.
Peace, Love, & Go get 'em Lovely Sister!
She glares at me in the morning...I tell her to "Cheer up Dude, It's almost Christmas."
We make food together. Lots of food.
I tell her about my dreams of being a woman of the prairie...she raps Niki Minaj to me.
We laugh at ourselves together, and secretly believe we should have our own talk show.
She wears heels to church...I cower below her like the stump I am.
We make fun of our Brahman Breedin' brother together, and then watch Animal Planet with him.
We quote Steel Magnolias, Gone With the Wind, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and any Will Ferrel movie together. Non Stop. Much to our Mothers dismay. Amen.
We do most everything together.
Me and her we're like chocolate and sauce, biscuits and Cherry Preserves, fried eggs and honey, steak and ketchup (forgive me) and pancakes and peanut butter. Did I mention we love food?
This weekend though, my little, lovely sister is going to spread her wings and do her own thing. She is going to show at the Ranch Horse Finals. She is going to look punchy, and pretty. She is going to beat all the boys. She is going to share her winnings with me. (Just kidding...but really, Autumn if you wanted to share some of your glory with me I would be very grateful. I would even let you borrow my moccasins. Maybe.)
This is Autumn and her baby "Hoorey" the horse she will be showing.
Autumn and Hoorey have a bond too.
Here's where Hoorey fits into our family:
Daddy
Mama
Hoorey & Autumn (They are a pair)
Trail
Max (the dog)
Abba(the cat)
The chickens
Ethel (Our new house)
Consuela (My purty pickup)
Me
I have no shame in this ranking...we have some really awesome pets...and Consuela is an angel. Amen.
Autumn is a go-getter. She is beautiful, talented, witty, polite, and has a heart of gold. I am proud of my little sister, and I'm not just saying that because she can beat me up.
Peace, Love, & Go get 'em Lovely Sister!
Sweet T
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
College Cupcakes
Last summer I had an infatuation with cupcakes that resulted in me making them at least once a week, sometimes twice.
Sometimes thrice.
Sometimes....sometimes frice?
Frice?
Frithce?
Sometimes four times.
When I came to college the infatuation was stalled because lets face it: Making cupcakes in a dorm room is not feasible.
1)It cost too much.
2)It's messy.
3)My clothes would all become entirely too tight. Amen.
I made an exception last night though.
My friend Shandi has a cupcake book that was begging to be nurtured and loved, so we did that just. We took it, we browsed it, we told it how delicious it looked, and then we made a beautiful creation out of it.
A beautiful creation called Cookie Dough Cupcakes.
Here are the two baking beauties: Shandi and Brittney.
They did most of the work when it came to the cupcakes. I did most of the work when it came to eating the frozen cookie dough and making tacky comments. It's what I do best.
At this point the cupcakes were hot out of the oven.
Great restraint was being practised by my taste buds.
And at this point, all restraint was lost.
They were nothing short of delicious.
They were nothing short of beautiful.
They were nothing short of being eaten in less than 2.5 seconds.
My cupcake infatuation has been ignited once again.
Pray for me.
Peace, Love, & I think I'll do this everyday for the rest of my life. Amen.
Sweet T
Sometimes thrice.
Sometimes....sometimes frice?
Frice?
Frithce?
Sometimes four times.
When I came to college the infatuation was stalled because lets face it: Making cupcakes in a dorm room is not feasible.
1)It cost too much.
2)It's messy.
3)My clothes would all become entirely too tight. Amen.
I made an exception last night though.
My friend Shandi has a cupcake book that was begging to be nurtured and loved, so we did that just. We took it, we browsed it, we told it how delicious it looked, and then we made a beautiful creation out of it.
A beautiful creation called Cookie Dough Cupcakes.
They did most of the work when it came to the cupcakes. I did most of the work when it came to eating the frozen cookie dough and making tacky comments. It's what I do best.
At this point the cupcakes were hot out of the oven.
Great restraint was being practised by my taste buds.
And at this point, all restraint was lost.
They were nothing short of delicious.
They were nothing short of beautiful.
They were nothing short of being eaten in less than 2.5 seconds.
My cupcake infatuation has been ignited once again.
Pray for me.
Peace, Love, & I think I'll do this everyday for the rest of my life. Amen.
Sweet T
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