Hidden Camera

I"m in love with the photo app, instagram.

I do it all the time.

I instagram in the morning, while I'm eating, when I'm painting, during church....

Just kidding, I don't instagram in church. I just do it before and after. Amen.

Lately, my favorite subject to instagram is Pop.

But Pop doesn't know it...

Which makes it even better.

This is of Pop at Easter.  He's sitting there trying to calculate how many eggs he can steal from all his grandson's Easter baskets.  The answer was how ever many he wants, because, well...because he's Pop.

'Nuff said.



This is of Pop at the Brahman Breeder's basketball game.  He's sitting there trying to come up with an excuse to leave.  He never found one, because he was sitting by me the whole time and enjoys my company so much that it would break his heart to leave.

'Nuff said.


Now these pictures below...

Pop was fully aware I was taking them.

Because I made him pose...after church.

This mustache is famous where I come from.

It mesmerizes people to a state of confusion and wonder.

And I just walk around saying, "Yea. That's my Grandpa!"

Then people throw eggs at me.

This picture of Pop is one of my favorite picture in da world. Ya dig?

It sums up his character, his demeanor, and his purpose in life.

Well, actually he has two purposes in life, and one of them is to spoil his granddaughters rotten. Amen.


Peace, Love, & Thank You Pop for being the star of my instagram...even though you don't always know it.

Sweet T

The Meal of All Meals

Good food is a thing I cherish.

Every time I encounter it I want to wrap it up in my arms and sing sweetly to it, and then, well...eat it of course.

I try not to sing to it in public though. People generally frown upon that.

There are a few occasions when singing is definitely necessary...Last night was one of those occasions.

I went over to my friend Shandi's house...

Side note: Hi Shandi...I hope it's ok that I'm blogging about you.  I promise I won't reveal any personal information. I also won't reveal that last night we watched Dancing with the Stars and ate too much ice cream.

Err...

Oops.

Ok, never mind.

Moving on...

Shandi is a food-lover after my own heart. Her parents cook a huge meal every Sunday night and the whole family comes over! Lately they've been letting me in on this Sunday Supper because I told them this huge sob story about how my parents don't feed me, and that I haven't had a home cooked meal in 6 years, and that I usually eat gum for dinner.

Just kidding, I didn't tell them that.  But if it meant I would get to eat with them all the time, I probably would tell them that.

Is that normal behavior?

I didn't think so...

Anyways, last night for some unknown and blessed reason Shandi's parents had us over again to eat....get ready for it....*Drum Roll Playing*....STEAK.

The meal of all meals.

The King of all foods.

Steak.

And my plate looked like this:

It was a glorious meal.

It made me happy.

It made me cry...because I was so happy.

I ate all of it. Amen.


Peace, Love, & Thank you Shandi's parents for making me (happily) eat more than I should...

Sweet T

This Is How We Roll

We have a new house.

Well, actually it's an old house that is new to us because we have never lived in it before.  But soon it will not be so new anymore because we will move into it and live there...because that's what people do...they live in houses.

When we ("We" being my odd family) live in houses we like to paint every inch of them before we find it acceptable. So, as you can imagine, our poor, new house has been having an extreme makeover for the past two weeks and will continue to do so for the next few weeks, and well...probably the rest of it's life in all honesty.  Because that's how we roll.

We roll paint too.

Lots and LOTS of paint.

Yes, this is our laundry room, and yes, we know it looks old. That's the way we like it. 

I spent two days trying to make these cabinets look just the right age.  If I sanded them too much they would look like they belonged in the bottom of a river, but if I sanded them not enough they would look too new, and too fancy for our house.  What I'm trying to say is that these cabinets took some dedication.  Dedication that I had after drinking a lot of Peace Tea and eating a lot of brownies.

This is the "girl" bathroom, powder room, restroom, outhouse, whatever you prefer to call it...

The walls our turquoise (Surprise, surprise) and my Mom suggested that I paint a pink border around the mirror to give the room that "Gypsy" "Hacienda" look we were going for.  I took her suggestion and ran with it.

I ran too far.  I basically ran from Texas all the way to Canada and back.

Translation: I got carried away with the pink.

And the swirls...

And the flowers...

But if you have an imagination, and appreciation for all things gypsy you will LOVE this bathroom.

Judging by the look on his face when my Dad came into the room, he does not have an imagination or an appreciation for all things gypsy.

Our fireplace.

I love fireplaces.

They bring warmth, and comfort, and joy every time I look at one, especially when it's lit. But if it's lit and I stare at it too long then I start losing my vision and I get cranky.

I have issues.

My Mom struggled with what color to paint the fireplace for an entire afternoon.

We all offered our suggestions:

Me: Turquoise! Because that's the answer to everything...

Trail: There's a bull snake in the yard!

Daddy: Hopsack, because that's what we have the most of...

Autumn: .....

(I can't remember her suggestion. I don't think she was in the room. She was probably eating cobbler, or dancing...)

Mama: Turquoise with brown over it!

The verdict now: Brown. Because it looked pretty.

This Indian.

This Indian is probably my favorite thing in the house because, well...because it's an Indian!

She is painted on Autumn's bedroom wall, so that she can wake up every morning, look at this confident creature, and embrace each day with confidence herself!

And so that she can feel like an Indian every time she cooks a squirrel, or takes a scalp...

Sorry, that was graphic. 

Goodbye Forever.


Peace, Love, & Sometimes I think I forget I live in the 21st century...

Sweet T

The Family that loves, and eats too much...

My parents have been living in their current house since I was in the 8th grade, so as you can imagine this house holds lots of memories for me.

It's where I became a "High Schooler." Awaiting the fun times that all ignorant, conceited teenagers think of when they become freshmen.

It's where I got my drivers license and the whole world cried.

It's where I became a senior , and held my "Hot Dog Bar & Cupcake Party" for my after-graduation party.  People are still talking about it.  Just kidding, all we did was eat Hot Dogs, cupcakes, and more cupcakes...Oh, and I think one of my cousins ate a bug but that is beside the point...

To sum it all up: This house is where I grew up.

I try not to get attached to things and I usually don't, but recently my parents bought a new house. A lovely house, with pens and barns and pink trim galore! I am very happy for them and it is already feeling like home, but that does not erase the fact that we won't be living in the same house anymore. (Duh)

Instead of getting overly emotional, and crying and carrying on like I never do *wink*wink* I am focusing on the positive, and the positive is this:

No matter where we choose to live as a family, the sun will still come up and still set. (God Willingly)

We will still go the feed yard every weekend to rope and cookout.

We will still have breakfast for supper (Brupper) at least 20 times a month.

We will still gather together to make fun of each other until someone ends up crying. (That someone is usually me, but no hard feelings or anything...)

We will still go to church on Sunday mornings, and nap on Sunday afternoons.

We will still be a family that loves, and laughs, and eats too much.

And I am forever grateful for that fact. Amen.

Peace, Love, & Go hug your family...All of them. At the same time.  Make it a group hug and don't let go until it turns into a mosh pit.

Just an Idea...

I'm weird.

Sweet T

West Texas A&M University Outdoor Living

This video above warms my soul.

It's all about promoting the Agriculture program in my little, lovely school: West Texas A&M.

Now, seeing as that I consider myself an Ag-vacate, what kind of person would I be if I didn't share it with the world?

I would be shameful.

I would be nothing.

I would be shamefully nothing.

So here it goes...

 First stop: I'm sharing it with my blogging peeps.  (Is it alright if I call you that? Ok, good. It has a nice ring to it. Blogging peeps, blogging peeps, blogging peeps...)

Next: Facebook and Twitter. Yes I tweet.  In fact I consider myself a tweeb.

And Finally: The World! (I shall show it to the world by getting it tattooed on my right arm. Amen.)

So please, watch it, love it, and share it with your peeps too.


Peace, Love, & Lets all go Ag-Vacate!

Sweet T

Homeboy in Spur

Last weekend I went to Spur, Texas with this guy...

He's kind of weird.

But that's ok, I'm weird too.  Did ya'll know that? Ok good. Just clarifying...

While we were in the big 'ole town of Spur we had lots of adventures that I am going to tell you about, and you are going to appreciate me telling you about them because you love me. And I love you. And I love cupcakes. Amen.

Moving on....

We saw Mama Cows.  I told them they were pretty.  They told me to please go away. I cried. The end.

So I played with Tanner's dog Luke.

(Oh by the way, everyone meet Tanner Arnold, or "Homeboy" as I like to call him.)

Luke liked me, and let me pet his head, so I was happy again.

Then we went and built a fence.  When I say "we" what I really mean is they (They being homeboy and his Dad) did all the manual labor that made them tired and sweaty, and I sat on the ground and took pictures.

It's what I do.

This gun is not pointed at anything.  It's used to make sure the fence was straight, or aligned, or not crooked...you know what I mean.

These are pliers.  I liked them because they are turquoise.  Homeboy liked them because they were turquoise too. 


After we got most of the work for the day done (We again meaning not me) we took it easy...

I like taking it easy when the views look like the one above. 

It's peaceful.

It's quiet.

It's full of peace and quiet.

Homeboy took time out of his day to contemplate the meaning of life.

Just kidding, he was just taking a break from hiking up the hill.

Ok. I'm lying. He was waiting on me to catch my breath and stop gagging from hiking up the hill.

It was very kind hearted of him.

I repayed him by not falling and breaking my neck.

He appreciated that.

 These horses were contemplating the meaning of life too.

And I was contemplating how long I could get them to stand still and look at me while I took their picture.

All the pretty horses.

It's not just a movie anymore.

Now we're back to Luke.

Isn't he precious?

I decided that I'm going to take him home with me.

Don't tell Homeboy.





I had a good time in Spur, Texas.

Thanks to Homeboy.

Peace, Love, & I promise I'm not completely worthless...



All of the time.

My Seester

Today is a Monday.

Today I drank Sweet Tea for lunch and it made me feel cool because my name is "Sweet T."

But most of all today, I miss my Sister.

Especially when I look at this picture....

A time when we were both young and free...

A time when wearing flowers in your hair was cool...

A time when we laughed at everything, and I do mean everything...

A time when we spent every second of the day quoting Will Ferrell movies...

Ok...Who am I kidding?  We still are young and free. We still wear flowers in our hair.  We still laugh at everything.  And we most definitely still quote Will Ferrell movies. Amen.

Nevertheless, I do still miss my Lovely little sister that probably can no longer be considered little because I am now currently calling her almost everyday asking for her advise for my college problems.

Maybe I should havebeen the youngest daughter?

On second thought...I am way to bossy to be the youngest daughter.

Heck, I'm way to bossy to be the oldest daughter.

Now stop browsing the Internet and go do something useful! Just kidding. Please still read my blog!

Please?

Pretty Please?

I'll make you cupcakes?

Ok good. I'm glad we reached an agreement.




Peace, Love, & I love my seester.

Sweet T (Who drinks Sweet Tea for lunch.)