My Graduation

I know I'm a few months late on posting graduation pictures, but in my defense I didn't get them in 'till yesterday, and again in my defense, I had major hat hair in most of the pictures, and it is ABSOLUTELY impossible to look cute in a gown, and square shaped hat...absolutely impossible.

Don't believe me?

Oh, you will...

Most people say that 20 years from now, I'll look at these pictures, and gag...well, what does it tell me when I already do that?

Maybe I just won't look a these pictures ever again....and pray my FH (Future Husband) doesn't EVER find them.

Maybe I'll hide them in our attic, if we have an attic, and put them in a box that says "Trash" and they'll accidentally get thrown away...?

Maybe one day I'll accidentally get so cold, that I'm on the verge of hypothermia, and I'll have to use them to ignite our fireplace...?

Maybe I need a life...?

Now I know what your thinking...that I have a way to concentrated look on my face in this picture, and your right...

I was concentrating on where I should put my feet to avoid the embarrassment on tripping in front of the whole audience...It's a fear that still haunts my dreams at night.

Another fear of mine is getting up in front of people and speaking, which is probably why I was chosen to say the opening prayer!

I can't remember who gave me that job, but I would like to personally thank them....and yes I am being sarcastic.

Well sort of sarcastic, because actually my prayer didn't go to bad....well, except for the whole I forgot to turn the mike on thing, which brings me to a pet peeve of mine: WHY DIDN'T THEY HAVE THE MIKE ON IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

Ahem, excuse  while I go breath into a paper bag...



AHA!

Here is the whole happy family, and a great example of my hat hair.



Peace, Love, & I think instead of gowns, graduates should just wear overalls to their ceremony...they are much more practical.

Sweet T

Pioneer Woman Meatloaf

I am not normal....

I am not normal because I have a deep, un-normal (obviously,) love for meatloaf.

I could eat it for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner, and at midnight when I'm watching Steel Magnolias, yet another reason why I am not normal.

I could take a bath in meatloaf, and never think a thing about it.

Sorry I think that was too much information, but you get my point.

These are the reasons why today, for lunch, I am making meatloaf!

Can you hear the angels singing in chorus?!

Or is that just me....

Sorry, I get dramatic sometimes...

I'm not making just any 'ole meatloaf though....

I am making a meatloaf invented by the one, the only, she is pretty much my Blogging idol, The Pioneer Woman.

The Pioneer Woman is everything I want to be when it comes to a blogger: She's witty, she's clever, she cooks, she decorates, she takes pictures, she shops, and she lives on a ranch...need I say more?

But enough about her, lets talk about the star of the show today, MEATLOAF!

So after throwing in some of this, and some of that into a bowl I mixed it all together with my hands, which I considered disgusting since I don't particularly like touching raw meat and eggs with my hands, but I'll do anything for meatloaf, Amen.

THEN!

Yes, then I put bacon all over it, and then I passed out from a joy overload.

But, it gets better...

I made a "gravy" to put over the top that consisted of ketchup, dry mustard, and brown sugar, and I then I passed out from a joy overload...again.

The meatloaf is cooking in the oven as we speak and I shall do my best to eat so much I pass out as soon as it's out of the oven.

Wish me Luck.


Peace, Love, & the ultimate comfort food

Sweet T

P.S. Go find the recipe here! Pioneer Woman Meatloaf

Two Weeks

Two weeks....

In two weeks I could perfect my Yoga moves....which are obviously zilch at the moment seeing as I don't even know proper names for the "moves."

In two weeks I could eat a "VALUE SIZE" box of Fruit Loops, and not even feel guilty.

In two weeks I could paint every thing that sits still in our house, and even some things that don't...ahem, sorry Max, your such a cooperative canine.

In two weeks I could learn a new language....OK, let me rephrase that, in two weeks I could attempt to learn a new language.

I could do lots, and lots of things in two weeks, but one thing I will not get to do for another week, and have already endured for last week is not seeing my Lovely Sister.

Take a moment to cry with me.....moment......Thank you kindly.

You see, last week My Lovely Sis was at the Texas State FFA Convention, which is basically a whole week of FUN! without me....

She went to an amusement park

She got to meet lots of new people

And she went to a concert, but I guess that one was OK because she did bring me back a T-shirt that makes my eyes pop, and for that I am forever grateful.

This coming week she is going to a basketball camp, that is quite possibly the funnest basketball camp in the world, Amen.

So I'm sure your wondering what I do the whole time she's gone...well, mostly I cry, but after I get done doing that I reminisce on all the good times...

Then I realize what super nerds we are, and cry some more...


Peace, Love, & Have fun at camp My Lovely Sis...Oh, and don't talk to strangers, don't go anywhere by yourself, and don't eat ice cream before your about to endure a strenuous workout.

Sweet T

A Brake-In & A Cupcake

If you remember yesterday's post (which I hope you do, because If you don't...well, then I'm worried...) it was mostly about the German-Chocolate-Buttermilk cupcakes I was going to make that day for my neighbor...and no, I still haven't come up with a better name that doesn't take your whole lifetime to say.

Please. Help. Me.

So I set out to make the cupcakes as planned, and the experience was nothing short of a grueling, terrifying,, and horrible experience...Just kidding, I'm just feeling a bit dramatic today.

Maybe I'm feeling dramatic because of all the cupcakes I consumed yesterday?

Yes, I believe that's why, but if you tasted these cupcakes you would totally understand my predicament.

They were lovely, they were indulgent, and they were everything I could ever want in a cupcake, Amen.

And I would expect nothing less of a cupcake that took two hours to make!

The time was well spent though, making an icing that was creamy, buttery (tasting), and full of brown sugar...I die.

I let my Dad taste one, before I took them to my neighbor just to make sure they wouldn't kill him, and instead of croaking Daddy said, "Taste like my Grandma's."

SUCCESS!

I mentioned yesterday that I was a contrary woman, and that I rarely did things the simple way, and the way I delivered these cupcakes was no different.

You see, my neighbor lives right across the road from me, literally a hop & a skip...well, not literally because I can't skip...but you get my point.

I didn't want my neighbor to know that I had dropped them off though, so while he was at work I crept into his front yard, walked into his garage, and broke into his house....

Is this normal behavior?

I didn't think so....

I think I'll go lie down now...


Peace, Love, & Oh, if you ever put cayenne in your cupcakes, make sure it's less than 1/2 a teaspoon, because a 1/2  teaspoon of cayenne is sure to make you cry, Amen.

Sweet T


P.S. Maybe I should name them "Brake-In Cupcakes?"

For some reason this seems like the right thing to do...

Today's "To-Do" List

Here's Today's "To-Do" List:

1.  Go for a morning Jog...I already attempted this, and only hyperventilated once, so all-in-all it was a success.

2.  Eat Breakfast...again I only hyperventilated once so, it is considered a success as well.

3.  Right a Nobel Prize Winning book over...
 "How Not to Hyperventilate While Eating Breakfast.  A Food Lover's Tragedy."
It should be very interesting....

4. Make these cupcakes...

They are Chocolate-Buttermilk cupcakes that I discovered from a new-to-me Blog called, Eat. Live. Run.

I love everything about this Blog title...well, except for the "Run" part...that I could live without, but unfortunately my thighs could not, Amen.

I'm making these cupcakes for my neighbor who requested a German-Chocolate Cake, not for any particular reason other than the fact that he LOVES German-Chocolate Cake.

So being the contrary woman that I am, I cannot make just a German-Chocolate Cake, that would simply be to...simple, so with that being said, I am going to transform these Chocolate-Buttermilk cupcakes into German-Chocolate-Buttermilk Cupcakes. (Maybe I should rethink the title?)

Hopefully they will be delicious.

Hopefully my neighbor will love them.

Hopefully they will be discovered, and I will be put in the Cupcake Hall of Fame, and my baking skills will become immortal....Hopefully.


Peace, Love, & Pray for these cupcakes, pray for me, and most of all, pray for my neighbor.

Sweet T

Possibly the Weirdest Post I've ever...Posted.

Ok, for the record, I am not a wimp.

Honestly, I usually don't whine (too much) when I'm "hurt" or "sick"...all I ask for in order to recover is usually Chicken Soup, and chocolate, but not together.

But one thing that just makes me want to lay in bed all day, and cry, and whine, and eat Chicken Soup and Chocolate is burns...

I've never had a bad burn by any means, they are usually just little brushes against the oven, or my curling iron, or a hot frying pan, or scalding water...Oh FYI, I'm not the safest person in the kitchen...

Recently though, I had to endure the worst burnn of my life, on my favorite finger...The Pinkie finger.

Seriously, it was definitely a scorcher...It even made me cuss, and I'm not a cussin' woman, but something about this burn just made me want to scream really loud the words: "Cotton' Pickin!"

Just kidding...I didn't say that, but looking back on the experience I wish I would've...

So I got this burn by doing something as harmless as gluing flowers onto caps with a hot glue gun.

*Sigh* The things I do to look beautiful....I think I will never look beautiful again, I'll just revert to living a life of solitude in my favorite Lady Bug pajama pants...

Just kidding, but after I show you these pictures you are probably going to wish I would live in solitude.

WARNING: These pictures are disgusting, repulsive, and are going to trigger your gag reflux...enjoy.

I took a side profile picture so you could see how much of a "bulge" I have coming off of my pinkie finger...It's disgusting, it's ugly, and it looks like a wart.

....Excuse me while I go throw up real quick.....

And this is the "dead on" view...

I really don't know what to say to justify this picture,  I think that's mostly because nothing in the human language can be said to justify this picture.


Now, that I have you all wanting to never look at me again, I am happy to inform you that the blister on my pinkie finally went away, and not I have a crater in its place! Yay!

Really, I don't know what's worse...A crater? Or a bulge? Or the public shame I'll suffer from after posting this?

Pray for me while I'm living my life of solitude....



Peace, Love, & It is still very possible I could loose my pinkie finger...Pray for it.

Sweet T

Story of OKC

By looking at my "Blogger Feed" I can see that it has been exactly a week since I have posted well, anything...and for that my Dear Friends I sincerely apologize.

I don't know how you could ever forgive me, and if you manage to find it somewhere deep in your heart (You'd probably find it right around the puppy love section...but that's just a guess.) to do so then I will officially, and publicly proclaim you my Hero...and if you don't manage to find forgiveness somewhere deep in your heart then I will just move to Canada, and change my name to Ethel. I think that name could suit me...

In the meantime, while your trying to decide on whether to forgive me or not, I, Sweet T, (Not Ethel...yet) will venture to tell you what has caused me not to blog as frequently as I would like.

Starting With.....(Imagine drum roll....for dramatic effect)...

CHEESECAKE!

Could you think of a better way to start a post? Or anything for that matter?

This Cheesecake is the very cheesecake that caused me to fall in love with Cheesecake.

You see, I haven't always been a huge fan of cheesecake, shameful I know.  I mean, it's cheese, and cake (give or take a few ingredients) together so it should naturally be a favorite of everyone to walk the Earth, but it has just never been a food that "wowed" me....Until This Cheesecake. 

This Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

I have always heard of The Cheesecake Factory, but had never been inside of one, and had never tasted their food.

Never, I repeat NEVER will I make that mistake again because Boy Howdy, (I learned a new catch phrase too! You like?? Sorry I'm a nerd...) was this place D-lish.

I walk in The Cheesecake Factory and am greeted by vaulted ceilings that are painted with a whimsical, magical garden scene that automatically made me feel like Meg in "Hercules."  That's an odd comparison, but hey you can't argue with childhood memories...

So anyways, as we set down and looked at the menu I was overwhelmed, and instantly in love with this menu that offered me food I had never even heard of before for example, Ahi Tar tare.

I can only imagine the thoughts going through the waiters head as I asked my Mom, "Momma, what's A-hee Tar-Tar?"

I'm sure he wanted to shove me under a rock, but instead he took my order, and I ordered the Vietnamese tacos...not A-hee Tar-Tar...Raw fish is surprisingly too fishy...Go figure?

And it's a good thing I didn't order the raw fish because, then I would have missed out on these "tacos" that were the best version of a Taco I have ever had, in my life, Amen.

They sent me into a food coma, the good kind, and I still haven't recovered.

Someone help.

So long story slightly short: I now, without a doubt, love Cheesecake, The Cheesecake factory, and saying A-hee Tar-Tar.

Cheesecake aside...The Real Reason we were in OKC was to go to BATTLE IN THE SADDLE! (Fierce name huh?)

Battle in the Saddle ...

is basically a huge horse lovers dream.

Every kind of Horse competition there could ever be was going on during Battle in the Saddle, and my dad went to compete in many of them, except for the Mounted Shooting...and that's because well, that's just because...

Anyways...

One of the events I managed to remember to take a picture of him in was the Cuttin', which he did wonderful in for his first time, if I do say so myself...and I do...and I think I'm biast.

The Cuttin' is one of my favorite things to watch because it is so intense!

Which is why I yelled.

And is why security escorted me out....

Just kidding they didn't do that, but that would've made a good story.  Sorry I'm a nerd.

Oh and a little "P.S.," all these pictures I'm showing you were taken with my IPhone Instagram app, (which I am madly, and deeply in love with) so forgive their small size, and forgive me for being in love with an IPhone App...I know not what I do.



Ice Cream!

Is another something I was enjoying while away...lots, and lots of Ice Cream.

And by looking at this picture you can see that I am not the only one...

Late at night while we were busy sitting in our hotel room, we would get very hungry...and I do mean very...like to the point of starvation...so to keep us from dying we ate Ice Cream.

My Ice Cream of choice was haagan Daz Dulce de Leche.

Haagan Daz Dulce de Leche....I die.

Oh, and forgive the embarrassing pictures of myself...I know they are not fit for human eyes, so I am only hoping that my FH (Future Husband) NEVER sees these here photos, Amen.

Oh, and my Lovely siblings enjoyed themselves some ice cream too.


As An Afterthought...

Here are some other things I enjoyed while away at the beautiful town of OKC...

The Harley-Davidson Superstore.

It was right across from our hotel, and seeing as that I have a fetish with wearing "dew rags" on my head, My Uncle Riley thinks I should be a spokeswoman for them...and I'm not gonna lie, I have to agree.

Creepy Signs.

I went into a tennis shoe store.

I saw this.

I ran away.

Amen.

Chillin' like a villain...in the pool.

It was so blazing hot in OKC that it was very necessary to go to a water park, swim for hours, and go down large, lime green water slides at super speeds...very necessary.

Take weird pictures of myself.

I'm still getting use to this whole "IPhone" thing, so when I figured out you could turn the camera around and take pictures of yourself I was occupied for hours...

Sorry I'm weird.



Peace, Love, & please don't make me change my name to Ethel!

Sweet T