Monday, November 30, 2009

Bountiful Blessings...


For These....







And all other Thanksgiving leftover goodness, I give Thanks

Amen

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The "Country" Club

I live in a barn, in a field and the horses and cows are interchangeably my neighbors (depending on what's grazing in the ajacent pasture) Well, apparently the association of horses and cows got together and decided to erect a little neighborhood establishment. 



And I'm a tad concerned.








I'm not sure the new facility is going to bode well with my freedom of fashion choices. The cattle have been very respectful of me and all the windows in my apartment. They turn their heads, close their eyes and chew the cud and think nothing less of me should they see any sort of towel headed, fancy underpants go a waltzing. So I'm concerned. But I think I'll get over it, if it's a Starbucks or a DSW.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Of Birthdays and Rainbows...



This is me on my birthday, June 11th, which is one of my most favorite days of the year! A day I adore





This is my birthday rainbow that Jesus gave me this year, because He knows I love my birthday


This is my birthday cake that I made for my party so I wouldn't have to share the ice cream cake my family gave me....

This is a song I discovered on the credits of a very cheesy movie. The song is beautiful, the youtube video is cheesy as well but alas it's the only way I know to share this song of hope for my narcissism and for rainy days........



Wednesday, November 11, 2009

What'll Ya Have?

My home town is famous for our Sock Shoppe and for our poor spelling. Not me though, my town learned me good, my spilling is jest finee. In fact my town teached me so write that I know when the Kiwanis Korn Dogs come to town, you get the out of towners and you bring um to the big timing fair and feed them the Krack Korn Dogs. And the give me Kracked Korn Dogs and I don't care bring their poor uneducated taste buds to a whole new level of wisdom. I think they might put "Krack" in the Korn Dogs, they've turned many a corn dog shunner into a korn dog addict.












I wanted to be a risk taker and ride the double ferris wheel that occasionally appears in the newspaper for um, mishaps. No worries, no tragedies just good ole hanging around drama. But alas, the plain ole safe turning ferris wheel met the ticket quota.







She's from uptown, I don't think their fair gets in the newspaper for ferris wheel fun. But it's ok, because I schooled her in Kracked Korn Dogs. And now, come every October, her heart will forever beat, Kiwanis Korn Dogs, Kiwanis Korn Dogs........





Yes, I am part of my town's finer things society, thank you for asking. Dainty eating is our forte.  Burp, I mean would you pass the grey poupon, please?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

“I’d like to buy a vowel”

I uttered the words “I heart” the other day and promptly followed those words up with, “Save me sarcasm, Come get me cynicism.” By nature I’m a bit blunt, I speak my mind. If I’m not careful I’ll be a cantankerous grump who not only insists the glass is half full but will offer to pour it on you should you argue with me. Maybe I’m exaggerating, let’s hope so. But I do usually name it like I see it. I don’t care for “cute” words. Words such as presh, lurve, heart……..etc. make me want to reply, “You been shopping at half-off vocab again?” It’s fine, I know, you can call me Oscar or Grouch, I’ll answer. However, after the “I heart” remark the other day, this Grinch’s heart might be growing.


I mean no offense to any presh people who lurve them some cutsy lingo. Seriously I don’t, in fact I heart you, pink fuzzy heart you!


p.s.
Here I've gone and started thanksgiving season off all grumpily, I'll positive up next post! The hearts will make me!