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

Pictures & Sweat Bee's

Yesterday I took pictures,got stung by a sweat bee, rode horses, and ate lemon bars. Amen.

That's all you really need to know.

Well, that and I am currently listening too (and singing) "Dream On" by Aerosmith.

Goodbye Forever.

Just kidding...You can't get rid of me that easily.

Lemme 'splain...

You see, this sweet family pictured above, was brave enough to allow me to take their family pictures yesterday, and they were brave enough to put up with me all afternoon, and brave enough to feed me dinner.  I think a round of applause in their honor is necessary right now.

Thank You.

The pictures turned out pretty good, but it's easy for pictures to turn out good when everyone in the family is photogenic...

People like that make me sick.

Because I am not photogenic.

At all.

Example A:

(NOTICE: I had to put my equally un-photogenic seester in here, so I'm not the only one that freaks people out. Amen.)

Example B:

Ok, I better stop before someone gets sick.

Moving on...

Yesterday, while I was taking the pictures, the forces of nature decided to chew me up and spit me out.

Translation: I got bit by a sweat bee...twice.  The poison released into my neck decided to ignite and make me break out into a cold sweat, get light headed, need to throw up, and have heart palpitations.

I survived though, in case anyone was wondering.

Sweat bee's have had it out for me since the 3rd grade when one of the little devils decided to get caught in my shirt and just go to town on my sweet flesh.  (That was a little descriptive...sorry.)  And I have been scarred (literally) ever since.

I think I'll just stay inside for the rest of my life.

Just kidding, I couldn't do that.  Especially after the horse ride I took last night.

My friend, Shandi, was kind enough to let me ride one of her horses last night on a neighboring ranch...Not just any neighboring ranch.  It was the most beautiful place I have ever laid eyes upon. Amen.

There were canyons, and ponds, and mesquite trees, and Bear Grass. (Or Yucca...we had different names for these plants, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I just want to eat the flowers off of them.  They look succulent. Is that weird?) 

It was tranquil.

It was lovely.

It made me want to become a Nomad, and live off it's land, eating the succulent flowers, and bathing in the pond, and howling at the moon with all the coyotes.

I need help.

I changed my mind about becoming a Nomad though when Shandi's mom fed me her lemon bars.  They are reason enough to stay civilized...for now.




Peace, Love, & Speaking of becoming a Nomad, I should probably learn how to hunt with a spear before I do that.

Sweet T

1400 Pictures

I plugged my IPhone into my computer today for the first time in, well...ever.


The results were shocking.

I did not know that you could download ALL your pictures and ALL your videos to your computer from your IPhone.  All this time I have been lost, emailing myself pictures so that I could blog with them, fighting the horrid conditions that come along with emails, and cursing the day that technology came to be...Simply because we (technology and I) don't get along so well.  Never fear though, I now feel that my soul is complete, because I never have to send another email again. Amen.

Unless, of course, the President or Dolly Parton emails me. (Fingers Crossed.)

Now here is where things get embarrassing.

I had 1,349 pictures and, 52 videos on my phone.

How in the world does that happen?

This is the first picture I ever took with Iris the IPhone. (Oh by the way, I name everything...I'm weird like that.)

It's of my sweet cousin, whom I love dearly because he is precious, precious, and precious.

This is the most recent picture I took with Iris.

It was during class, and my attention was devoted fully to my teacher as you can tell.

This is a picture of a crazy lady trying to dance.  Which she can't and never will be able to do. Amen.

This is a picture resembling something you would see on Animal Planet.

This is one of my favorite pictures on Iris.  My Brahman Breedin' brother is one cool cat...but don't tell him I said that.



I take alot of pictures like this one...

They make my soul sing.

I take alot of pictures like this too.  That's because I eat a lot of things like this, and I eat alot of things like this because my new favorite saying is YOLO. (You Only Live Once...this is a very good saying when it comes to food. Amen.)

This picture is of my Daddy at Oklahoma City.  He's a cool cat too.

I took this picture because it is of my baby, Consuela.  'Nuff said.

You know...I'm not quite sure why this picture was taken...

Hmm.

Moving on...



And we will end with this picture.

Because it's cute.

Because it's recent.

And because If I post another picture of delicious food we will all regret it.

Goodbye forever.

Peace, Love, & Now I have to go and delete approximately 1400 pictures.

Sweet T

'Stache of Dreams

It's late.

It's much too late to be blogging.

It's much to late to be studying for horticulture.

It's much to late to be planning my wedding...I do that sometimes, plan my wedding, because I'm weird like that. Pray for my FH (future husband.)

It's much to late to be trying to kill spiders with hairspray. (That would be my crazy roommate not me.  Even though I'm crazy too.)

It's much to be late to be thinking about how late it is, and that how when I live on my future (funny) farm staying up this late will not be in the question because I will have to get up in the morning to gather eggs, milk the cow, and make breakfast for my cute, country family. Amen.

Speaking of "cute" and "country" lets get to the point...

This is Pop again...the star of my Instagram.

I just think he is stinkin' cute.

He's stinkin' country too.

I feel that Pop should be the poster child of something very manly, or maybe he should be the new Marlboro Man, or maybe he should just be a male model?

Don't let this debonair man fool you.  He is a hard worker, a skilled farmer, and ok, lets just face it: Anyone that can grow a 'stache like this man is what dreams are made of.

Especially my grandma's dreams.

Did I really just say that?

I better go to bed now.

Goodbye forever.


Peace, Love, & I'm in a state of sleep deprivation right now, and it's rocking my world...In a good way.

Sweet T

The Brahman Breeder & The Sandhill Cowboy

These homeboys are twins.

Ok, no they are not.

But they could be.

They are actually father and son, even though the son is almost as tall as the father.

The Father...works all day at the Feedyard called Sandhill.

He rides, he ropes, he shows horses galore.  He gives shots, mends fences, pulls trailers, and mucks stalls galore.  He watches Westerns, reads his Bible, and doesn't cook...galore.  He knows cattle, and horses, and how to play a mean game of Round Pen Baseball.  You can frequently hear him saying "I've had worse than that on my lip and never quit whistlin'" And then you can find him on the couch crying for my mom (his wife...duh) because he has a cold, but don't tell anyone that.  You can also frequently find him humbly accepting a new belt buckle because he has not let his God given talents go to waste.  He is the funniest I know, he is the nicest guy I know, he's the hardest worker I know, and he has the cutest daughters I've ever seen.

I should be slapped for that.

The Son...goes to school all day at a place called Lazbuddie.

He catches animals of all kinds, he has a Brahman, he has a horse, he has kitties galore, and her in a few days you will find him with all kinds of chickens running around. He can tell you anything about anything and sometimes he's even right.  He plays baseball, basketball, and rides his horse with the best of them.  Give him a cookie dough ice cream and 6:00 doesn't seem so early anymore.  Don't underestimate his knowledge either, sometimes I think that he knows more than me.  He has the kindest heart of any 9 year old boy I have ever met.  He is quick to love, even though he doesn't always show it, and he already has a heart that belongs to the Lord.  He's an alright kid...and he has the cutest sisters I've ever seen.

Goodbye forever.




These guys are two very unique characters.


Peace, Love, & What would we do without the Brahman Breeder & the Sandhill Cowboy?

Sweet T

Happy Birthday to Mom!

Today is Mom's birthday.  Mom is my Grandma, who acts and looks much to young to be a Grandma.  So in honor of Mom today I am listing some fun facts about her that everyone should know.  Actually, everyone should just get to know Mom, because she is a wonderful lady whom I love very much.  And no, I am not bias just because I grew up on the slide outside of her house...Ok, yes I am.

Mom is lovely...

And Sweet...

And funny...

And loves to shop...

And loves her grand kids.

(Especially her eldest...just kidding...kind of.)

She is married to an 'ole poot named Pop.

She has 3 kids...they are all slackers. Just kiddiing.

She works at a Care Center where she is GREAT at her job.  She is always happy to see her residents, and they are always happy to see her.

Her Texas Sheet Cake is the best in the world. Amen.

Her house always smells nice, and clean...unless the Brahman Breeder is there.

Her backyard holds about 50% of my childhood memories, and only one of them involves me tearing up her grass because I don't know how to golf...

She is very fashionable.  (Seriously, if I could raid her closet I would be set for the rest of my life...Oh wait, I did raid her closet at our garage sale, and now I am a much happier and content person.)

She is a Christian lady, that sets one of the best examples a girl could ever need.

She is my Mom (grandma) and I love her.

'Nuff said.


Peace, Love, & Happy Birthday Mom!!!

Sweet T
(Your granddaughter...but you already knew that.)

Cheesy Picture

I'm in the HELC right now waiting on my last class of the day to start, and all I can think of to do is blog. 

Because blogging is much more productive than homework. Amen.

Side note: HELC stands for "Here, Everyone Leave Campus" just kidding, I actually don't know what the "HELC" stands for I just know that it's a dark, creepy place where there are a bunch of computers, nobody talks, and everyone stares at you like you have spinach on your teeth.

I never have spinach on my teeth.  It's usually chocolate.

Moving On...

So as I'm sitting here waiting for my class to start, and trying to look no one directly in the eyes, I found this picture on my phone:



I love this picture.

It was taken at Houston during Spring Break, by my lovely sister who loves to catch people off guard.

She thought she was funny and gave the picture this caption:

Summer: "Hey err'body look at my cheesy smile"

Trail: "I need to pick my nose, but we're going to fast!"

Mama: "Stupid girl..."

Try as I might, I cannot argue any of these captions...because they are all true.




Peace, Love, & We are a strange family.

Sweet T