tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038580459487795952024-02-19T05:04:20.272-06:00The Real Housewife of Bowie CountyThe Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-12525630707073217032013-01-13T16:13:00.002-06:002013-01-13T16:13:43.965-06:00Living FaithIt all comes down to ONE thing… Living Faith. What is it that you believe, and how far will you let your beliefs lead you? We all have to answer this question. All of our lives are racing towards one moment when we will all have to give an account for ourselves. What do you believe, and how has it led you? <br />
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I use the term “Living Faith” because it isn’t enough to simply say, “I believe in Jesus.” Scripture says in James 2:19 “You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that – and shudder.” I say “Living Faith” because your belief has to emanate through every part of your life. It isn’t possible to have a real encounter with Jesus, and walk away with an unchanged heart. This is where I come up with the idea of “Living Faith.” It is about going in a new direction, and putting your life under the leadership of Christ instead of following your own self guided inner compass. When your faith transforms the way you live, it affects the way you think, act, what clothes you wear, the types of movies you watch, the books you read, the places you go, the music you listen to, the words that come from your mouth, how you relate to others, and the way you spend your time when no one else is watching. When your faith changes, or affects the way you carry out your day-to-day activities, it becomes alive in you. In other words, your faith is not dead. It is apart of every fiber of your being. If you were to think about what is it exactly that makes you “tick” the answer should be Faith. <br />
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In my own mind I’ve wrestled with different ideas & theologies, but it all comes down to one thing… faith in Jesus. Whether He returns again for the second time before my life is over, or I have to face my mortality & die, the moment I see Him face to face the only thing that matters will be my faith. Just as a miner sifts through dust and rocks searching for one element of value, God is going to pour all of my life before Him & me to determine its worth. The only element of my life that holds any value to Him is the element of faith. Without faith all of my “good deeds” are just another piece of grit to be sifted through, but in the light of faith the things I do in this life suddenly take on far greater value because they were achieved through the Holy Spirit to bring glory to my Creator. <br />
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Through Christ we are empowered do things that go far beyond what we would ever be capable of doing on our own. In Matthew 17:20 Jesus told his disciples, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing with be impossible for you.” To the world, I’m just a 29-year-old housewife, but because of my faith, and the power that is in Christ I can do greater things than I can imagine. <br />
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At some point every believer’s faith will be tested. Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” For some of us, the testing of our faith will be very drastic and obvious. Noah’s faith was tested when God asked him to build an ark, Abraham’s was tested when God asked him to sacrifice His son Isaac, Paul was put in prison, we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses whose faith makes our own seem pale. For over 2000 years, the members of the Church have been persecuted, and martyred because of their faith. We live in an age where too much focus is given to what feels good, safe, and comfortable right here, right now, and without any thoughts given to the eternal consequences. Many people my age share the sentiment that they would never join the military and go to war because they don’t want to lose their life. I argue that some of the finest Christians have lost their lives on battlefields because they felt that what they believed in was worth sacrificing their life for. We should value our faith above our lives. The moment we accept Christ as the head of our life, it no longer becomes our own anyways. God wants our faith to be everything to us, and if our faith is that strong, nothing will cause us to let go or deny it. Recently in our Sunday school class we were talking about persecution, and one class member made the statement that if someone came into her home and threatened her family with death if she did not renounce her faith, she said she would do whatever they said out of fear, and hope that God would forgive her because she felt that her family was more important. This was very troublesome to me, and what made it even worse was that another member of the group who is quite a bit older, began to justify her feelings, and say that God won’t judge us because we succumb to fear. I couldn’t sit by quietly for this. I hope that none of my family is ever threatened to the point of death because of what I believe, but above my love for my child, my husband, my parents, or any other person on this earth, I am accountable to God, and my life would have no value if I sacrificed that belief. Jesus, who was without sin, died a miserable and humiliating death on a cross for me, so that I wouldn’t have to spend my life and my eternity separated from God. 1 John 2:22-23 goes a step farther talking about anyone that would deny Christ. “Who is the liar? It is whoever denies that Jesus is the Christ. Such a person is the antichrist – denying the Father and the Son. No one who denies the son has the Father; whoever acknowledges the Son has the Father also.” If everything in my life is preparing me for one moment when I have to choose, I’m prepared to lose everything, and everyone I have. Faith that is worth living for is worth dying for, because for me death is only the beginning. <br />
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The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-22441793803452322892011-10-03T14:55:00.005-05:002011-10-03T16:04:23.815-05:00Randomness<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659370454687504338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5txgmfmnhk4BKXa1NkbP1gcVlhxiowqzpI5RnLOIMdSVd7rSAd4AGpjFzCN872bVwBzXg0fDgcX6LdO5y537G4hH7b15MAjaho8mmB79oOrhCrG52TVyaOKPHitYw77ITFR7_B-YuzU/s320/Charleston+2011+048.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Somehow it's been over a month since I posted anything. We've been very busy lately, and I just haven't had time to sit down & write on my blog. </div><br /><div>Last weekend we went to Charleston, SC to see my sister. It was the first time Jon has been since Jordan & Josh got married over 2 years ago, and when we went that time it was all work putting on the wedding, and we didn't get to do any sight seeing. My cousin Matthew goes to school at the Citadel there in Charleston, so we got to see him too. I thought this was a good picture of him by the Pineapple fountain. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659370460242672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincwDe3JMPyQCRiIdsHEsoIJ2oHpjfPgFWBg47vJNYWBi1VaT5VqkuQpgLcfgWkh9Cd6SU3sZnZGuxmMnk8t5Y1ZjHYeNA6qScf7SMRJGZB7b8kdTEeoHkCb-GsbUZ_bvBfOndCB2pLGs/s320/Charleston+2011+059.jpg" border="0" />We decided to take a horse & carriage ride around downtown Charleston to really get to see the sights, and learn some of the local history. This is Matt, Josh, & Jon sitting on one of the rocking benches in front of Hyman's restaurant.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659370450651933186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYDbQssjzeM7HMg2xkuCoIyUov-FG-anQmjDrG3UPOTPf41MPuNa6-ZEILWJPLMdNiu60p6jyii0lQhWFFGBcnYMy7RyPZtz0gS4U8dvJq9MBRIM33qRoZSGpGEkyO1FUHiRgrviy9VQ/s320/Charleston+2011+009.jpg" border="0" />I learned that one of the houses we'd gone by several times when we were downtown was where they shot part of the movie The Notebook. This is the house that they filmed as Allie's house in Charleston, it also belonged to the man that Margaret Mitchell based the character Rhett Butler on in her famous book Gone With the Wind. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659370439350966402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh294FWU7usRPH3eMjUy5tDYLlf-gnVWfWPSDFF1uT8s52MkKyGlcZIS3e1U9wbgKOqqK1776mqo27swNUFvwXE0PmyGG4yhUOXbjz68dLtHNeW9Zy6xtmGdPTRuxWBIpWayomzLtOwUk/s320/Charleston+2010+263.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659370436427646258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYRwMWa9GeyRRNFOuHlE4xEKobZ5XPhxLn-DwVO_YHuBxXnDY4FwtQyW5a_okURDMFj5ZeR22sugN1MgidWEunHcsbHdT_smp4F31reVehF3R4mhQcTt820OcRcTgoBR7riPcyd9bKmg/s320/Charleston+2011+040.jpg" border="0" />We also went to several of the places where they film Army Wives. For those of you who watch the show, the houses the characters live in are on an old shutdown naval base there in Charleston, and it is in the middle of a swamp! We got out & walked around Claudia Joy's house, and were almost carried away by mosquitoes, but you can't imagine how incredible all of the old oak trees around the place are in real life. It was late evening when we went by the Army Wives place, & my Mom's camera is a lot better in that sort of lighting, so I let her be the one to take pictures there. </div><br /><div>Like many of you guys I've caught the Pinterest bug, and have been really inspired to try some of the crafts, recipes, and other tips. Our family has gotten quite large, but we still like to do some sort of gift exchange at Christmas, so this year we all decided that we'd buy for our immediate family, and everyone else would get something homemade as a family. I'm excited about this new idea, and think it may become a lasting tradition. I know I always appreciate homemade gifts, whether it be food, a blanket, a calendar, an ornament, or anything else I always think it's nice that the person took the time to make something instead of just picking up a tin of popcorn or something. My mom canned dill pickles, and spicy pickle relish this summer, so that will be her gift. I had thought about baking bread, but after a I discovered the wonder of Pinterest I fell in love with the idea of making homemade vanilla extract. Two weekends ago I had Jon help me cut vanilla beans, and pour the liquid into 15 bottles so it could begin its brewing process (it has to sit several months before it's ready to use). I opened my bottle last week just to check & see what kind of progress it's made already & it smells like heaven! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659368665349764610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHDpSICtYEbLomgfm5jfRsVGfSyRFn2qc4IMRpZFXzyq5AdP7sFENb7bwgqVabJbW2Nx5Nnsn2itCMTVojRDb4VnR37Tz6Kq3-vYklComBjluYylmo2cmLyjCzmViwqout73d_yw_RnM/s320/Charleston+2011+002.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Sometime this month we plan on getting Wilson's room ready for him. I've got a couple of old Wilson tennis rackets up over the door to the room & to the closet. I've had these old rackets a long time, and I think it's pretty cool that they happen to have his name on them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659371137800951746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiRZMfFYrVfGOgdFSXunaPeKBUZS3FlNnV-HFOI1TS2MMYDMJrRZ4ry2wauMsKMHrgSsm9OlLmXU0_8RKkjVd_I19UhbuH26CPfHNRWQ9oW0Q4qIbtlhJ2VQmlz1M5rzXwkAHaowoZvM/s320/Little+Critter+118.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659371143580790258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkHl5e7Y2OgiL5f_jGu3ox6sN7SMk7xz-zv3biQc6V7PTj4OTbw_932g481_syeVB5cZ_CFX0IcYGJf3q1H0YJ_XjH6BxVFMYbHb2Rq8Tq-XmcGkMb727yo8e0C32PHmciZCn7uxBlLY/s320/Little+Critter+119.jpg" border="0" />I'm also very excited that I found my set of Pooh characters dressed up as The Beatles Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts album cover. I found my Piglet & Tigger a couple of months ago over at Mom's house, and I knew if I kept searching I'd find Pooh & Eeyore, and finally today the search ended. I knew they were really rare, so I looked them up on eBay, and couldn't believe that one place was selling them for $60 each. I wouldn't sell mine because A. I love Pooh & The Beatles B. I've kept them over 15 years now C. They're perfect for Wilson's Pooh themed room, & D. Not everyone has a set of them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659371147950914482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht3QZ5h-ZiB5l9YAjIp-5GIMo4Qsg3dP6B5zd-HQTGVcPOoh4DAPiTWEP9CxDt0hg-HindO8yfYDf79xkj8raG2OAF8SKPpxGQ3fbfhK0ymQTTNTo9BB7tbN2dU7XD3huAplA7-Biic-s/s320/Little+Critter+120.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Ok, that's all for now :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-56411445948788456062011-08-26T22:22:00.003-05:002011-08-26T22:58:25.192-05:00Visions of Pooh Bear Dancing in my HeadI mentioned before that I've decided to go with a Winnie the Pooh theme for our baby boy's nursery, so I thougth I'd share some of the projects I've completed thus far...
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<br />So far I've finished 2 watercolor paintings for Wilson's nursery. I plan on doing at least 2 more because I want to include Eeyore, Piglet, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kanga</span>, & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roo</span>. I named the top one "Hey there Long Ears!" & the bottom one "Silly 'O Bear!"
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<br />This morning I made the little man this night light (in between cleaning the back porch, vacuuming the house, & doing 2 loads of laundry).
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<br />A few weeks ago I drew Owl, Pooh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tigger</span>, Eeyore, & Piglet around this tree that I oil painted earlier this summer (oil paint takes an eternity to dry). I took the picture above just before I started mixing paint & got to work tonight. I was really in the mood to paint tonight, so I was able to do 2 characters (Pooh & Owl). They're going to need another layer of paint, but once again I'll have to wait at least a week for the first layer to dry. As you can see Owl is in the top of the tree & Pooh is floating by balloon up to the bee hive. You can't see my sketches, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tigger</span> is hopping down on the lower left side of the tree, Piglet is fretting on the right side looking up at Pooh, and Eeyore is sulking right beneath the center. So far the most difficult thing about this picture is dealing with the awkward size of the canvas. It's long & skinny, so it doesn't work well on an easel, and it hangs off the table. I'm constantly having to turn it a different direction to work on another spot (& most importantly keep my hand out of the wet paint). I can't wait to see how everything turns out when I finish, frame it, & actually get his room together ;)
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<br /><div>I worked for 4 hours last night painting the letters of his name on these cute little square canvases from Michael's. It was a lot of fun, and I'm going to tie black ribbons on each of them to hang them in his room. The really fun thing about each letter being on its own canvas is I'm not limited on how to hang them. I was playing around with them last night, and I like the way it looks doing them horizontal with one letter up, the next slightly down, then the next one back up. I also like the way it looks when I lined them up like stairs going downwards. One day when it cools off, we'll get to work on the nursery, but in the mean time I'm enjoying coming up with cute little ideas to do in there. Lots of people say it isn't as easy to come up with cute ideas for decorating a boys room, but I'm afraid I'm coming up with more ideas than I'll ever be able to use! Putting together a boy's room may require you to rid your mind of flowers, layers of frills, and massive quantities of the colors pastel pink & purple, but that doesn't even begin to get rid of 1/10th of all the decorating options that are still available! </div>
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<br />The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-44342700389035099982011-08-10T12:21:00.003-05:002011-08-10T13:17:00.256-05:00Just 1 Question....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCV0sXYniwNrLFCFJsjTcmVErIm6Qp-H2yN8cvbV1dQJUytcKl6nywxy2eprYQ263AOssHBAgtc9lFPvBdAeThalDv_RaESjyAu-GJOq_RodOUjR508tu4uAXQZYacN28tKQyct_u0iA/s1600/Kadie%2527s+Shower+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639291990003104498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCV0sXYniwNrLFCFJsjTcmVErIm6Qp-H2yN8cvbV1dQJUytcKl6nywxy2eprYQ263AOssHBAgtc9lFPvBdAeThalDv_RaESjyAu-GJOq_RodOUjR508tu4uAXQZYacN28tKQyct_u0iA/s320/Kadie%2527s+Shower+023.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div>Who are these people & what are they doing living in our house? I forgot which baby product commercial it was, but the last line says, "Having a Baby changes Everything." Seriously, whoever said it was a total genius / prophet / must have gone through this whole crazy thing too. The above picture was taken a little less than a month ago when we went to Jon's brother's Texarkana wedding reception. </div>
<br /><div>There have been a lot of little changes for us. This Dr. Pepper-aholic hasn't been able to stand the taste of anything but Yellow Gatorade for almost 4 months. We now have someone else to talk to, and talk about besides ourselves, the store, & our furry children. Every morning before Jon goes to work, he gives me a kiss & says he loves me like always, but now he also rubs my tummy & says, "I love you too Wilson." It always makes me smile, and I think Wilson likes it too ;) Most nights we go to bed earlier, and we both sleep a lot lighter. Jon is on constant alert mode, every time I wake up to use the restroom or throw up, he's wide awake to see if every thing's alright. When we go out to a store neither of us ever really wants to get anything for ourselves, instead we always end up in the baby section, and not just the baby section, but the Baby Boy section. </div>
<br /><div>Another big change is that everything is measured in weeks. When I was younger it would drive me crazy when you'd ask a pregnant person or a new mom how far along they were or how old their baby was, and they'd spout off something like, "14 weeks." I would think "OK... Can you not use months anymore because now I'm having to divide this out!" Now I'm doing the same thing. For those of you who understand "Momspeak" I'm 9 days away from 20 weeks. For the rest of the normal population that means 9 days away from 4 1/2 months. I'm 9 days away from the official half way mark! </div>
<br /><div>I still don't really look pregnant, I'm 10 pounds less than I was the day I found out I was expecting, and I'm still throwing up a lot. Jon has dark circles under his eyes, and I'm just hoping that before this is over Wilson & I won't give him any gray hairs! In spite of it all, you won't meet two happier people!</div>
<br /><div>Wilson is doing great, and we're both very excited about our little man. </div>
<br />The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-54459360233322326752011-07-25T21:29:00.006-05:002011-07-25T22:24:41.832-05:00Something Old & Something Blue<div><br /><div>No... I'm not talking about a wedding. I know Wilson isn't due for a while, but I'm so excited about the little outfit that he'll be coming home from the hospital in, so I just had to write a post about it. </div><br /><div>Since we found out that we were having a baby, Jon and I both agreed that we want to use and hand down as much from our families, & our childhoods as possible. For someone that isn't even born yet, Wilson already has an impressive collection of Jon's & my favorite children's books. There's just something about being able to watch more than one generation get to use and enjoy the same thing that just makes me happy. Luckily both sets of our parents are the sentimental types that have saved a lot of our things. This brings me to the outfit we're bringing our little man home from the hospital in. If you've followed my blog, you've actually seen this outfit before in the post I wrote last year about Jon's adoption, you can view that post here <a href="http://bowiecountyhousewife.blogspot.com/2010/08/september-1-1982.html">http://bowiecountyhousewife.blogspot.com/2010/08/september-1-1982.html</a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494804339557826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqwDRsW80O2X1Ko75ThUgtsDayaKaw_SSkt55C4ildN2Slnapn6km0ujzppNhWDm0SB_qHryUZYnngeLtEaUqtcGCffzDD7cCeWIGpoAzn3IBrTkFF1274SKJkMoHh8lMs0ZBgEPAf4g/s320/Little+Critter+074.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div>One of the first things I thought of when it registered in my mind that we were having a boy, is he's got to have the outfit Jon wore the day his parents picked him up from Edna Gladney. Jon's parents had been on a couple of adoption agency waiting lists for almost 3 years when they got the call that they had a son, and they could come pick him up. They didn't have a single thing for him, so when they got to Fort Worth they stopped at a store, and picked up this outfit. When they got to Edna Gladney, the nurse took the outfit, and shortly afterwards returned with 14 day old Jon to meet his parents for the very first time. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494802015805458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosS-KxIiDJZpOOzMCgN73HMD3INc7BXsV_oQ05GFmBDItUrqnS05unIFTMFfmhn8tyyMVIqm-IevPL29tyXFlS77qil9RZrCvJgeiFPK8-xiBh-7a6amLW1PF6BqEJw7-0osTm7vFxrE/s320/Baby+Jon.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I do realize that it is a summer outfit, and Wilson is going to be born in the middle of winter. I will simply bundle him up in the beautiful thick silk shawl that MayMay (my grandmother who is no longer with us) made for me to wear when I left the reception on the evening of mine & Jon's wedding. I remember when MayMay made it, she and my mom talked about how one day I could wrap my baby up in it when I brought him or her home from the hospital. Even now I can hardly think about it without getting a little teary eyed. </div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-2404308710250010612011-07-17T15:06:00.002-05:002011-07-17T15:32:44.641-05:00Critter - No More<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wr_uQ05uvcVaoGUaipsLu747_tq5vfzGkmEcQSwqU3vJSUHBYhGYd9JYJZE7l5fFGk09SBMNHiSS9kHtmGEUXX7wza12nq-wLtNh6I3J-k8pN5THwh-m8CAa1jALtNB0h892h9r6h2Y/s1600/Tigger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630415438201438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wr_uQ05uvcVaoGUaipsLu747_tq5vfzGkmEcQSwqU3vJSUHBYhGYd9JYJZE7l5fFGk09SBMNHiSS9kHtmGEUXX7wza12nq-wLtNh6I3J-k8pN5THwh-m8CAa1jALtNB0h892h9r6h2Y/s320/Tigger.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Big News in our part of the 100 acre wood is this... Our Little Critter is no longer just a Little Critter... We're having a BOY!!! <br />His name is Wilson Michael Trammell. <br />Jon is the one that came up with it. Although Wilson was my maiden name I had never really thought about using it for a first name, but one morning shortly after we found out about the Little Critter we were getting ready & Jon & I were tossing around different possible baby names, & he said, "I like the name Wilson for a boy.... Wilson Michael." I looked up at him, and just like on our first date it was one of those moments where we both just knew, "this is it." <br />Initially I thought I wanted a girl, but when I got over the initial shock that I'm actually having a BOY I'm 10,000 times more excited than I even thought possible. Jon & I both love Winnie the Pooh, our dog Winston is called Winnie most of the time, so we're going with a Winnie the Pooh nursery. My Mom, Sister Jordan, and I are already working on painting pictures for the wall. <br />Jon & I also plan on going to see the new Pooh movie with my mom & our friend Karen Reavis this evening! :) Silly O' Bear!!!The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-60429859868217388822011-07-07T10:17:00.009-05:002011-07-07T15:39:35.105-05:00The Green-Eyed Monster<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1axwj1jOQAiIaHbLyeumJIuEtZz4YrEM1ejC54CzoLFUchuY3JMD0WS54biy1z4_CmfVK6YBDYUVQA0gDqbw4SPXENzUiEndmEOAj1VdpdQr4txJiO5_unwWuBPCim3vkDrVTNLpfbwk/s1600/green+eyes.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626638030846539074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1axwj1jOQAiIaHbLyeumJIuEtZz4YrEM1ejC54CzoLFUchuY3JMD0WS54biy1z4_CmfVK6YBDYUVQA0gDqbw4SPXENzUiEndmEOAj1VdpdQr4txJiO5_unwWuBPCim3vkDrVTNLpfbwk/s320/green+eyes.bmp" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>This post may seem a bit random, but it is something that is ever present in our world, and many times we don't even recognize the danger of it. "The Green-eyed Monster" is a phrase we use to describe jealousy. Jealousy is a nasty, sneaky little disease that creeps up on us when we stop being content with who we are, and what we have. While it is usually believed that women are more prone to jealousy, men are just as susceptible to it. The main difference in the jealousy that men experience that sets it apart from the more easily recognized material jealousy of women, is that men become jealous of each other's abilities. In teens you witness it in the weight room, where the 170 lb. boy is able to bench press 50 lbs. more than the 150 lb. boy. As adults weaker business negotiators will get together & try to ostracize or bring down the top salesman in the firm.</div><br /><div>Many Christians & Jews alike overlook it, but the 10th commandment is "You shall not covet..." it then goes on to explain several examples of coveting. This commandment is another way of saying, "Don't be jealous!" If you go through the list of the 10 commandments, you'll discover that they were created with our interest in mind. When we murder, steal, disobey our parents, and or commit adultery we hurt others, and in turn increase the chances that someone is going to get back at us. The problem with being jealous of someone else is that it is so taxing of your time because it takes over so much of your thought process. In short it will eat you alive.</div><br /><div>You should also be on your guard against other people who are jealous of you. I'd rather have 50 people that just simply didn't like me, than to have 1 person that was jealous of me. One jealous person has the potential to do more harm than you can imagine. My advice is this, when you see a jealous person coming, don't fall for being flattered that they wish they were you, or they wish they had what you have. Just turn and run (don't walk) the other direction. Your real friends will be happy for you, and not try to make you feel guilty when you succeed, or when great things happen in your life.</div><br /><div>If you find yourself falling prey to envy, just remind yourself that what may appear grand on the outside isn't always what it's cracked up to be on the inside. People who live in enormous houses are also paying enormous utility bills. You may see a woman that you grew up with that looks like she should be in Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, but what you don't see is that her husband has been cheating on her, and she's doing everything she can to try to find some level of worth in herself. I'm not saying this is always the case, I'm just saying that appearances are sometimes the only thing that people feel they have any control over. When people go on nice vacations, they've usually had to cut back in some other area in order to afford it. If they haven't made cutbacks to pay for things like vacations, then guess what, it gets added on top of any other debt they've accumulated, and at some point we all have to pay the piper. New cars are great, but on the flip side... 2 summers ago I got one, and guess what it's not so new anymore, and I've still got 3 more years left to pay on it. I remember growing up there were a lot of kids that would be jealous of me and my sister because my Dad is a doctor. What they don't know is that my Mom, sister, and I used to spend at least three to four nights a week alone without seeing Dad because he had to be on call so much, not until the past 5 years has it gotten to where he's only gone about 2 nights per week. He's almost 55, and still has to get up and leave the house anytime he gets a call. Instead of letting someone else's possessions, looks, or achievements bother you, just take time to reflect on the good things you have going on in your life. Chances are you have something that other people would give anything for, and you don't even know it! </div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-9378846530511698022011-06-28T12:51:00.016-05:002011-06-29T10:40:37.123-05:00Some Sort of an Update<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>I haven't really felt like doing much lately, other than laying down & praying I won't throw up anymore (trust me when it's a 3 to 15 time a day occurrence you'd be doing the same thing). Thanks to my really fun diet which consists mostly of pretzels, french fries with extra salt, & Yellow Gatorade, as of this morning I'm 13 pounds less than when we started this party. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623659251316531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBNN-9UtN5owV8FiOfaOygcKLlCQU829lPgrrwHSaID4vEYu-XdWt5y895c2sk6Dl2ssn3OVu_GseAsm85p4EAP4f7-E4DIyBp1AtEAtP9qkwsw3QIwQUEd7aYlNjMy9W-TgrEF2uybg/s320/Pretzels.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623660283512198370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qz52enkcjtrbUaQMe4km2srzxIcNZ4NXLCI4ojpZexZJVQbtVDGfKWrG4MT74aMntHn1x1HTayCYNAuf4O8GWuFDvA_rgBPeRZT4SXLYhABxNTWVghL1XZcT0CPQ5lXv5FFKuFJRL1A/s320/waffle+fries.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623664076710909410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3nbWcTsWdtakMIObRLVitHILa7lP7tytntNXGX2mAmF-UyK1aNfq1CHwxkOeVq_NgeF2gPgqbG_H3ljFfYb8HEuHIoohr6h4TahmXoicHJZ9zZaM_brkavv9w1X4_a9VUIUUQCHFA5g/s320/Yellow+Gatorade.jpg" border="0" />Somehow everything must be redistributing to my stomach because it has definitely gotten bigger. No worries when it comes to the Little Critter, as I've heard my Dad tell many patients through the years, babies are like parasites & will take what they need regardless of how you're doing. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We had all sorts of fun stuff planned for this summer, but so far I've not been able to go anywhere... except on an occasional trip to the laundry room to throw another load in the washer and dryer (at least I don't hate it as much as I used to- it's hard to hate one of your only forms of activity). I also go over to my parents house every few days for a change of scenery. June 17th & 18th Jon had to go solo to his brother's wedding in Dallas, which made me very sad because I really wanted to be there with him. We were going to be going to my sister's in Charleston, SC tomorrow, & then all of the family drive up to Wake Forest, NC for another family friend's wedding, but I'm just not going to be able to do it. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>That's enough of the boring-depressing stuff. There have been some really good things happen too. Our Pastor Gene Huntzinger had to leave town for 4 weeks due to meetings and other speaking engagements, and he asked my Dad to fill in on Father's Day. He was nervous about it because he's never been asked to fill in & give a sermon before. Here is the Link if anyone is interested in hearing his sermon. <a href="http://tpctexarkana.org/sermons.htm">http://tpctexarkana.org/sermons.htm</a> Just hit the media player next to June 19 Dr. Tom Wilson. He doesn't like public speaking, but I thought he did a very good job, and was so proud of him.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623660311087961490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GYXTNfLgKaqj7zQFiN1xIEOIYltQSy0yttblIBgQQOup3DmDO-H9NjPHZNOZb-JmwPQXZQwpf-7UIfee4stcw_PmS27bpo7BGTxt3LE76IQhNVCeGsEjM5nkNPMBtVhzT0DO3b__0qM/s320/thumbnailCA7CNM1F.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Another exciting thing that has happened is my dear friend Jean Houghton Beatty sent the Little Critter a Paddington Bear that has been in her office helping her write books, & waiting for just the right person to give him to. She got him a couple years ago in England when she went to visit her brother in the Lake District. He looks just like the one below.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623659240641262258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXVZ6ARcU4YKldZoMCLZtOG3wv2euyC4vDHf-LGFQdVil5zv9EZ1iAzQz1rFUTPrRjH_SiU3KRrbIFVpQ6H_RqGq3GN89WghijuhcFMqlWk2vCoRRSSk36XEDxlNeshxSWwsFYtFq-os/s320/paddington.jpg" border="0" />Jean is from Liverpool, but now lives in Charlotte, NC. If you've followed my blog for very long you will remember that I've written about her books. She is such a great author, and has just had her second book made available on Amazon Kindle. Which is really exciting because up until now, I've had one of the few copies of it that she wrote in for me, so NO way Jose' was I going to let someone take it out of my house to borrow because I didn't want to risk not getting it back. Her two books are Stoney Beck & Different Drummers. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623660309514882594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-4lqhp0nqfKYh8gWAEYzszEQ1DJIuB1a4o7QowXFlhxThs79oehSXm2fvapK_LeErOPtn7zZiyhgG9hEMYaK2wIhglhWLpBrs8Z28TN9fuLtsJjv1CvebYUXMq7VgALXUrc7nXobFKo/s320/51nlA0Bi%25252ByL__SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623659228882506450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lVneMIqHcHN02t2-h1cvz45SI3gFqhRSfQOkvMq9ny6dYRbKgNiPALy3UKSI7N4Rjqdc4TZJ5iogprfDqo6i3ts9yz5TSJV9YJ5SOex21rFDDXHUrBB4Y6uEsAoMRp9x_tt8yAwhxeo/s320/Different+Drummers.jpg" border="0" />She expects Different Drummers will be available in paperback sometime next year. I read both books in only 2 days each. They're so good you won't want to put them down.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I had the Big Book of Paddington, but was disappointed to discover that the stories weren't in it, so Mom got this collection of 38 Paddington Stories for me to read to the Little Critter when it gets big enough for story time (which was always mine & my sister Jordan's favorite time)!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623659248315908770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXia9FI4LlKic5WeYEKwcyTWIwnnK9u95uEBSTv3-Oy0FoCT3-DIqJlNdkkyGCTmJAQG12b_QI40adKsHcQz8qCNilQWR2PDPW4PkLVoVFW25OlLy0Mk9wUHYqb7C1tJmnmNJLKIO_CqY/s320/paddington+treasury.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My Sister crocheted Little Critter a beautiful baby afghan. I was so excited when the package arrived. She also got the baby a sleeveless shark shirt for him or her to wear next summer for Shark Week. If you know my sister, then you know that Shark Week is a big deal. She even wrote a funny e-mail a couple years ago to the whole family to remind us of the up coming event. In case you didn't know Shark Week is always in July, so no you haven't missed out on it this year. If you want to get in on the action, turn your TVs to the Discovery Channel in a few days. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The best news is that last Thursday I was feeling good enough to get out of the house, so Mom went with me to Wal-mart & TJmaxx because I needed to get my sister & cousin Morgan something for their birthday. Mom got to feeling hungry, so we went through Chick fil A, this made us decide on the spur of the moment to run by Jon's store to take him some lunch. On the way down 40th, which has become a terribly busy street since there is so much construction on the main roads, I spotted what looked like a kitten in the middle of our lane. Several cars had already driven right over it, & it was hugging the ground. We couldn't stop until right after we went over it & the two cars behind us did as well. Mom pulled over & I got out of the car & retrieved her. She was paralyzed with fear. From there we went straight to the vet because I didn't know if she'd been hit by a car, and I figured it would be more humane for them to do it if she needed to be put down than for her to be killed in traffic. Thankfully, she was alright. She favors her back right leg, but it is getting stronger everyday. She's almost 6 weeks old, and is the sweetest, most loving little thing you've ever met. She's my Mom's new baby, and she has named her June Bug Cleaver Wilson ;)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623659232380402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubEttTQT9knUEcbdk-hFEn7ekdoh9e58DRxzt_yyZCet357VZ-ncdXk3kUNQMbZ6OGRhQrqCPWD4rIUEERSep5_gUoac0kLzTfwFJ9oOHFcmiraUMdpfqTYL-bnAGzv_I_lUxd0xgUkM/s320/JuneBug.jpg" border="0" />Yesterday while the housekeeper was at Mom's, June Bug came over & played at my house all day. She helped me fold clothes, and then fell asleep in the pile of clean socks. I can't tell you how much she has cheered me up. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My animals are all behaving very well, except Zipper who has been permanently banished to the big screened in porch over a week ago due to his very unsavory habit of urinating "outside the box." With a baby coming that is one thing that we can't deal with. We still love him, and he can come in from time to time as long has he's under constant supervision. No need to worry about him, he's always preferred it out on the porch, & he's as happy as a lark out there. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623664079352958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkyGfkYvZ6RKK52zrlqn0icqaMqWFy0xWuyJjYJ0nhxGiIdVqFYu4dAtyzZOyGP4lXlBJZVIpY3U0jZ8E5U_B-Cd_ohOCxmpRpWhWopoeGRU3l9vuXbOqYKWXygm-xZG98_tSv4Y5GXU/s320/100_0986.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-61967256563108032932011-05-29T14:29:00.006-05:002011-05-29T15:04:26.512-05:00Bark at the Park (Minus the Park)<div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMia1rloF0468D0Nb4GUCpMkSi51-nSYgI4nonYVFP_5Omx4QT2TMQxbka9P55uJEB776CgudnkeiqxCLdUeOeqCEytdCrZK4cGPtxAZNn_Uv8fUTgK53-0hQEOxa4Nvn4p6ykRhHwYh8/s1600/Little+Critter+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612225734704597138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMia1rloF0468D0Nb4GUCpMkSi51-nSYgI4nonYVFP_5Omx4QT2TMQxbka9P55uJEB776CgudnkeiqxCLdUeOeqCEytdCrZK4cGPtxAZNn_Uv8fUTgK53-0hQEOxa4Nvn4p6ykRhHwYh8/s320/Little+Critter+028.jpg" border="0" /></a>In the words of John Lennon ~ "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." The past two weeks the Little Critter has had me on a very short leash, but I kept hoping that we would be able to go to the Ranger game today. I even bought Jon and myself new matching super soft Ranger T-shirts. We would have looked so cute walking our little Cookie around the ball field before the game, but it just wasn't meant to be. Before the game we put Cookie's little outfit on her & took some pictures, & like most siblings her little brother Winston decided it wasn't fair that he couldn't be part of the action. Instead of Bark at the Park, Jon & the rest of Team Trammell is going to Bark at the Flat Screen (as soon as these pictures post Little Grey cat Ralphie, Little Critter, and I are going to do what we do best - Bark at our eyelids!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612225730422219282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmvdlPyA9BwtSqUkmwqknaqSgSIZa6FzUFPsCKuKhWY_rX83KIQ2QBwwemBWyNmlsyi2PNnSdkEUgv1jYA0lvzmedX9YnurJaJvXrTZS4gxC1NEXUhAAOnUC1-xWOLBAcoEfJKE_I0FM/s320/Little+Critter+024.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612225740964898866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBaRu3lRU1ElLa7x7MQ-76qghEfE4aTMfKTrKInqF-FpDVw9XFbVsNjoH2_1uuBsu1a35_NUb9RUdINZwo25b81rxPHrNXrwc6Yq1LQERcoqVc92b0kl0imvfxSoSczJOBHYQIbASmCAo/s320/Little+Critter+030.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612225745077546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKUYedjCcMjQHeYmANe-6ptgR9Jgnfdh4D8kEkrcf1LTJmULoUbj3MpkFrRitvOWshmwQfzGBRF6nqv9p-Y3BeDaydCWbna7pECWHxCzqzZhQMak4rNG1zuc_a5eqY_klz4v9cmpIWYc/s320/Little+Critter+033.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612225750718841618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd7F1BWnKWCV9d34J4uxxP3KY6HXzfYOD4Ex9XYQF_uTve-txH1rv3AnK8qhruXsCmFY6Sc3R68t8_DQHkp0P8HKtnJYf2RaYpy7JKNdpcOyIbNyA3Kcm85L67ZvXfSMzzlzT_lKTEBk/s320/Little+Critter+040.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>This is as fixed up as I get right now, I'm sure the pictures would have been better out in the front yard, but it's too hot out there. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612226258242015394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30me0Nn5K3kxqJnY0E-eyGoMOlkXDRVy-Vcc_VipSuWs3mSsh1oVaOtpPy5XKHidTbPnoo-G4XslfDnaaNXYiqMyfQNAzYoZP9njse2DXXMv_CUYH8cOV-jEO8qjZ2ThmHKouTG7454k/s320/Little+Critter+043.jpg" border="0" />Yes Sir Winston is a Miniature Schnauzer. You might notice that he's missing his skirt. The poor little guy is so hot natured, schnauzers overheat very easily even if you only let them out for a few minutes. He went to the groomers this week and got what they call the "Schnauzer Strip" for summer. He's happy about it, and proud as a peacock of his little self, & I rather like it too. </p>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-39999725712031732932011-05-25T23:15:00.007-05:002011-05-26T00:48:22.492-05:00Tests & ThankfulnessI've really been pondering the message our minister Gene Huntzinger shared with our church on Sunday.<br /><br /><div>1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18 Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. </div><br /><div>If you are truly a follower of God, this is the #1 thing you've got to get to the root of in your life. *Give thanks in All circumstances.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610895565810994290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkpAFAhdIMp1Y4Q2CDp8ddkLvo2Ty4B7VOSCeTLKqvQS7UuKZ0BqobDeK3MB71b8Xgczc6rU7J8QUcYbiCNu2gBv0d-3I36uUDZkT-P13S0gCxxUA0_5Oh9s3uHaIAMNlai9P3PZoWOk/s320/Mom%2527s+New+Mexico+Pics+597.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>It isn't always easy to be thankful in all circumstances, because to be honest some circumstances are rotten, they hurt, and they aren't fair. I don't know about you, but when things go wrong I have the ability to throw a pity party for myself that would rival the size of the Royal Wedding! So, this is one of those verses that I've read before, and thought hmmm.... well that's nice, but I'd never really pondered it, or applied it to my life. </div><br /><div>So we're clear, God doesn't do us harm. Satan is the one you can thank for all that. God allows us to go through tests in our life, but it is always His plan to bring you prosperity, and to make you better than you were in the first place. So, we're supposed to give Him thanks in everything. Gene shared with us that last week was a really difficult week for him, his garage caught on fire & burned down, someone vandalized his yard, and then someone working on something else struck the main water line in the yard, and water shot twenty feet in the air, & flooded the yard. He said that he told his wife, that they needed to pray, and be thankful in these circumstances. Everything we have is already His, so if He wants them to continue to be able to live on that property, then He'll have to take care of these problems that have arisen or lead them to another solution. Sunday night, I put this revolutionary way of thinking into practice, because of course it just so happened that morning sickness decided to go from bad to hideously ugly. As I lay on my bathroom floor I prayed, "God I give you praise in this situation. This body belongs to You, and if You want me to be able to use it to work and serve You, then I must have some healing because You know I can't even function like this, but if I can better complete Your plan for me by continuing to go through this, then show me how to do it with a graceful spirit and grateful heart." I'm so thankful we live in this age of medicine where there is so much that can be done to help eliminate or minimize our suffering. Compared to how I was feeling, I'm a different person, but I know the reason I'm better is because God has a job for me to do that requires me being up and about. It's a lot easier to thank Him now for making me so much better, the other night it wasn't as easy, however after I did it I felt a great sense of inner peace and strength.</div><br /><div>Right now I have several friends that are going through really bad marriage trouble, and some have even had to go through divorce. It breaks my heart so much for them. I would love to be able to give them some truly comforting, sound, Biblical advice that would make it more bearable. I don't want anyone to misunderstand, I don't want people to think I want them to say things like, "Thank you for my divorce." God didn't create divorce, but He will see you through the storms of doubt and depression that it brings to your mind. He is the one that can heal you, and give you an endless capacity to love. Thank Him for never wavering, and for never leaving your side even when everyone else has. </div><br /><div>Whatever test you may be going through, Give thanks. It may not change the circumstance you are going through, but it will change the way you feel about it! </div><br /><div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-11532206735107398672011-05-19T21:53:00.005-05:002011-05-19T23:04:39.599-05:00150th Post<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3b2JsJmGxO-9UZw7MUlKj8tF-zNcwkqL1fl9hEyrGu75iFPEGFxB3EsNBM_ZmnKVhNGTFu1f-6Z94aZ_-WXFaKZvsDz7KLCCIuH6TUgKH5CvyD5lSGR1CQVFVKMI6aW1es6B298TDZDk/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608637826449773522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3b2JsJmGxO-9UZw7MUlKj8tF-zNcwkqL1fl9hEyrGu75iFPEGFxB3EsNBM_ZmnKVhNGTFu1f-6Z94aZ_-WXFaKZvsDz7KLCCIuH6TUgKH5CvyD5lSGR1CQVFVKMI6aW1es6B298TDZDk/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Well 150 is a pretty significant number of posts when it comes to blog world. I just wish I had some really awesome / significant stuff to report. At the moment I just have small random things worth mentioning. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>Today Jon & I've been married 6 1/2 years. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608637830346986274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjGXzS3Wbq259tyvKj1yt4EScLhho8abWwTcXm7J-C4pi8Cr2QIm_kf7NuQVKyRcUc1wz2-Xl6feIhCzu2k0cRVJuNxptVHSMTaJD4fHOPtVaLXOXI5o9Ah4TkPLmG_7PGZS3A7_Nf3Q/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>We tried a new place for dinner tonight. It's called Sam's Shrimp & Seafood on Stateline across from Jon's store. I am not lying when I say the shrimp are the size of my fist! It was delicious, so we now know a great place to go eat shrimp (which is very important when you're this far from the gulf)! Any of you local friends that decide to try it, take my advice & share! We got 1 entree & 2 drinks, our total was $14.99 & we had a full container of leftovers to carry out. </div>I planted some okra that we started from seeds in our garden today. I'm really not sure what else we're going to plant, and I know we should have done it sooner, but Jon had to make some modifications to our large garden planter box.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Now that we're having a baby, we have a lot of work to do around the house. We have gotten rid of the carpet... except the front guest room. I hadn't really thought about it, but one of the 1st things I hear is, "Now that you're having a baby, we better get the carpet out of there." I'm not putting it at the top of my priority list. I'm going to "accept the things I can not change," and at the moment that is one of them. For starters, I can't exactly go move the furniture out of there, and I'm not the kind of person who can sit while someone else is working. I get a little overwhelmed when it comes to thinking about redoing stuff in the house, but I've decided to build "Rome" one small brick at a time as the mood strikes me. We've lived in our house over 5 years without a baby, so we did like most people & spread our stuff into all 3 bedrooms (and all of the closets). The red room (which is currently our study) is going to become the nursery, but it is going to take a lot of adjusting. Today I began transferring our stuff out of the study closet into the guest room closet. I got a lot done & transferred the Critter's stuff into some Rubbermaid drawers until we figure out what kind of furniture we're going to put in here to go with my old baby bed & changing table. I think we're going to take the glider that Jon's parents used to rock him in his nursery, so we'll have things from when both of us were babies. </div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-44515607283313565802011-05-17T21:26:00.004-05:002011-05-17T21:39:57.026-05:00Bark at the Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SJr-1OUptDu12PTa0FX6HesQO51dZNN9gFewGUdDnMnezOZ69pGFk1TXCyNrVm-FaMXlwRzMyX5LmCRMGikfzEwx8lJj4AyeJKinyaKqirORqQbqHu0Oiifd88-8o9G5itF4fcLOWek/s1600/summer+2010+art+2+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607879180445795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SJr-1OUptDu12PTa0FX6HesQO51dZNN9gFewGUdDnMnezOZ69pGFk1TXCyNrVm-FaMXlwRzMyX5LmCRMGikfzEwx8lJj4AyeJKinyaKqirORqQbqHu0Oiifd88-8o9G5itF4fcLOWek/s320/summer+2010+art+2+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>We're all set to take our sweet dog Cookie to Bark at the Park on May 29th at Texas Ranger stadium. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607879172622163986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaACeCVy0dLA07euRJNAVnEg3I5Ern5M97bPihmOckujYlTrGTvWL26NgT1h30KIItb4ZTAzcw9P0d2XijKY502cfzq_74evyo19x7POzTTcpRiD6i6BFpVi5im0jAwGoKonlTz5Kv0Lw/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" />We've never done it before, but I think it will be fun. I made her a really Cute tutu to wear along with her other Ranger gear. I'll take pictures and share them after the game, but I'm kind of excited about taking our little 4 legged friend! We aren't taking the other two dogs. Sasha is not an outdoor kind of woman! She likes to be inside, just taking her out to do her business is sometimes a challenge. Winston has a real issue with wanting to bark & get irritable with other dogs even when he's on a leash. I think it's his short man syndrome (since he's a miniature schnauzer). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607879175955359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmaM1pr9MwNwF1pSqi8VGXD2h83ypbxmfgO0DrXGisbgBioO0DP21j6LVnx_bG63HxMLkhYogOKl2PzMEMoPfdgR5-4jJTynFW-XuIX6_Z-sgooPB15g7JMxWoLKjm0dcUBpZBk6SXGc/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div>Seriously.... How could you say "No" to that face?!?!?! </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607879168012859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9LUmX4fDJm9IPMT_sdIMod3EhtA6LzPV4JW93rBaQRJ9IUyd-6ZmnjWZb6aiZJH4qonNhpDrFkKQkic6qeT4EUMZA94hc929yaBocrzt5bhRsL6DpW1enryooQUTYoiRCrsh0g0BPJw/s320/texas+rangers.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-70094887253589638982011-05-14T14:33:00.006-05:002011-05-14T15:08:58.535-05:00Off to a Rotten Start!Spoiled Rotten that is! Little Critter isn't much bigger than an English Pea, and is already creating quite a stir around the house! We've already got several little things to put in a book for him or her. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606659589425744850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Lae3saFC-83SH-savq5pRLnLSOevf9MfAZimcRCEg_H7fSLEOvJ6qx2vx8IMwthiC8CWApNzthCdUUWZUHTex2UM2G4UosBvvQ2dOwzTVvZsiy2HoaZXJEFEePqosaQ5rbRmKAXz5ac/s320/Little+Critter+007.jpg" border="0" /><br />This is us the day we found out about the Little Critter. Somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> there is a big event in our life we end up on Mom & Dad's porch. It's where we had our 1st kiss, where Jon proposed, where I took a couple of my bridal pictures with our 1st dog Sasha, and now our 1st picture as expecting parents!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606659571923354066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBs4rvu3NQFpAt2EwfY7Y9i7zm4GagITzQNeTWxk7wpHw4RMLAg-OQSsT7fH1Gqpf1S9Ydty9TbETEZVBgJn7PoXA2MP36poJdnVk5UEYucqQaXYxXePFxThKyaMUn4HNfvu36moY0sY/s320/Little+Critter+011.jpg" border="0" /><br />For Mother's Day Jon got me flowers!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606659573502462034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqPN08xWJda05rlFNs2YzYu8qW-mnWzTsQTYGGnlAkO4X7RhPudGfns-HZvaI5l0b0Cfe7FdEgxVpNt_OHMHHlxe5wxsgljRtNiqwNUIc_H9q4nqSNrj6JhWyqAADsEduH1lfEY1WEuA/s320/Little+Critter+016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>And this cute little shirt :)</p><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606659572945460594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgISzrpO-cSlLU-cTJzLpa_FeTQX_gapaCGn2_RzNttco-LAw35yloWn3bCogpL64DrBOuTeO6eE_Qh59_joFr90nsXbxIDBefVUqd_Rn956F2H5nt5BKDtuunjtS5YZv_vgKs_CkFog/s320/Little+Critter+018.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Look at the loot! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OU</span> Sooner baby bedding & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mobile</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OU</span> booties & hat! Dallas Cowboy booties! Converse tennis shoe socks! Special bottles & dummies for breast fed babies. Jewel's Lullaby <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">album</span>! A Pooh photo <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">album</span> & keepsake box (Thank you Big Mama & Daddy Doc!) I got the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">onesie</span> with his or her first Pooh (I love Pooh! & Little Critter does too ;) ) Jon got the book from our dear friend Ms. Diann Rankin (He's actually reading it!) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606659577395533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtUnwwINtk315ix_8Ics18uTicdDVZOpFamkwFIlxnd5SDnK2umKnempuY38p6V4il9rZkVOl0hZWpmXrFFyKEoMdTDCHVVrVMy9AhFiftFWU0OrufIfC-2zOwpaW-5DAQfXD20e73Dw/s320/Little+Critter+023.jpg" border="0" /></p>The books are a combination of mine & Jon's childhood collections that our parents have given us. Jon gave me the 3 Wonder Pets in my Easter basket because we're always singing the Wonder Pet song, and as he said, "It doesn't matter if we have a girl or boy because most kids love the Wonder Pets!"The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-58629670333432687992011-05-09T23:06:00.004-05:002011-05-14T15:09:23.071-05:00The Big News!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWtgRU1uUrfizMJ-mbjgTHUigOCDdhV7YNnnYlWtlDb9L7wwg1NwPFC0lnYvV7S0d2StUkzt-b0rqFX86KEdTX5UcDcZA-9XSE2E3hufz_-avUBWymQopYztjh2LGkS68VExuP7ORMfg/s1600/Little+Critter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604934104878729538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWtgRU1uUrfizMJ-mbjgTHUigOCDdhV7YNnnYlWtlDb9L7wwg1NwPFC0lnYvV7S0d2StUkzt-b0rqFX86KEdTX5UcDcZA-9XSE2E3hufz_-avUBWymQopYztjh2LGkS68VExuP7ORMfg/s320/Little+Critter.jpg" border="0" /></a> We are going to be parents! Since it is still too early to know if we are having a boy or a girl, and I can't stand to refer to a baby as an "It" I decided on a good gender neutral nickname for Baby Trammell. When I was little my sister & I loved the Little Critter books, and when I thought about it today it just seemed to fit, so let me make the Big Announcement....<br /><strong>We're Having A Little Critter! </strong><br />We've gotten so many phone calls, texts, inbox messages, and sweet comments on Facebook from our friends & family. I'm going to print them all up to put in a book for our Little Critter! We've prayed for, and waited for this a long time. God is so good!The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-78699199696203968392011-05-01T17:52:00.003-05:002011-05-01T18:19:26.235-05:00Easter RecapMy sister Jordan got to come in for a few days before Easter, so we had to do a few fun/festive things :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886164179327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapWwPPqL0oyb5oeqG1DDw_HM7_q4yg6DZPOWVOTOUJ-y012btv1gdpRLht6WoiDi7xD8gTTY_W2LHEmejLa7sdzaf_0vWB5gdH7_5khC_b1Mgjx2X3MvU31zPiYpY1w199_iQyeNse6A/s320/blog+stuff+TOMS+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886167419333314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dCFzRlFP8W1lzVnFUFpIobTewHXERJrMvwy1NcoaJ2CsEDmFpCQnLUmse_IwfSMPtsz-tDl5L8Z1Vqfha1slBNaN68KRAfFMjLU-vbd23AV6rxsB2MhtdW1DorXyGr2lhRSRIzcuR7w/s320/blog+stuff+TOMS+006.jpg" border="0" />We each painted a Pair of TOMS<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886174457716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAF9wob2KNnQbwf_k91UTf30B247TtJIJvfOSGqHRXTLUJYT-Vb5YRX0QL00R4QBdZvdpe03iL-NCm1_qiagov_PUp7jiLHPrqdNw3Pkx5PnZF55XmSaDo-Ussuh5gE83_o2exrSfE-A/s320/blog+stuff+TOMS+008.jpg" border="0" />Jordan, Josh, Mom, Jon, & I dyed Easter eggs. Aren't they the brightest, most fabulous you've ever seen ;)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886162694455250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6JiBRLlJzXdMZ44M34OjzDjGW0XUFcVc5pTjvvMgwh1ZQgJSjGnQCmLdRwZUAYrm5bkS2HXttD2Xf00-WeuEqalHWOO-oHElNSSLvW7MrIH1PevIqRdGDhRvHKmoG_ZQF75a6ezrz4Kk/s320/migi.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>We also got a pedicure, which was a very unpleasant experience for me. Seriously! I always end up with some oriental GUY that either pulls out a potato peeler or a cheese grater & goes after my foot like it is a hunk of Parmesan cheese! Really my feet aren't that bad, by the time he was finished my feet were as tender as the skin of a grape. I made the mistake of walking 2 fast miles the next day & got two really big blisters. I might have whined about it a little.... I might have made the statement that I am not going back to one of those torture parlors for the rest of the summer... Jon, being the sweetheart that he is got me a Migi nail art kit for my Easter basket so that "the mean nail men" can't hurt me anymore ;) </p>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-29030541146485935702011-04-30T14:44:00.010-05:002011-04-30T22:52:58.050-05:00Our Royal Wedding Party<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601472571390221170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJy852ixNVr-ytqbJ-hXgEeQE_f17t9ZumTMohuOQZZUeTPf2R5s2WxuBVNzNn4Rm-uBQxwGWSAlZSoWOwvfx2gCZKUlkLY0-ZH3oIiwy2C4geofWEFwM9riwhzM6ag3eAKa9kC6lrLY/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="left">Who says you had to be in London in order to throw a Royal Wedding Party? My Mom, Aunt Jamie, Cousin Morgan, Me & Jon (for part of the night) had a real shin dig! My Mom is a master when it comes to throwing a party. Together we did all of the cooking for mine, Jordan's, and a couple other wedding receptions, we've done baby showers, wedding showers, birthdays, graduations, swim parties, wedding rehearsal dinners, going away parties, Christmas parties... You name it, we've done it! Being the only child still living in town, she has made me an apprentice. When we found out the date for Wills & Kate's wedding, we decided it would be a great excuse of a girl party. It was a blast! We laughed, ate, looked at magazines, dressed up, and watched the wedding.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601472587858799042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1l2WGZhWPGbD7nvX9Ncd_unFbNFbxrv1WRKFaMsF3lB9_aeFeg_ESLNe8mNWqAU10_islP1-JLYfRJx0cecrFxdOsSunrKYZmPZQNFqHxrCMflp_Mwqzx_5GASB7uJJWGAr0QGI2c8Y/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+013.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601472574870560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iQR4bEkOxH7n1gnUCID7J8btiM8k_mA_6b9KWI2yM_qYqaCf3ywNrw8yZrOPkX84xk8FzLKLC3HapgZw7YRhGx6k6gofbfDS9gqQf-16OylxLR8bn-imDvEBiM5Tl8ze2M_WzxOVeaw/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+011.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601472593606802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipp7QmXI-gFvgLpczZpJaKbQAzl8v5rgt6s85dxB2C-FdqXLgUUD9_cTtNqPl6vEhZ0Sh6xVoI0H9rUQcEIU6sZ6dbIqHWCi8c1G4MAU7SpUY8gMXOKmCCpuEk6l7rCV5LXYwUpe2Gwv4/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+019.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601472600440843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIFXWe3ciDY-HtBUe-mSAwDxm_fPu84S6a4abXFeUc6IsyhlFjqefER09BgDpZgrVzz8OWZsMeLf-6X5Tfj0AtL0QKvXPLW_7-hTIJPR88PczAKg0xIo81-qP0lHEk6Td5KUOdbgAzhs/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+022.jpg" border="0" /> As a little girl I fell in love with Princess Diana, she was a real live honest to goodness Princess! Not just one out of fairy land, but the real thing! I remember feeling sick when I heard she was in a bad car accident, and I just couldn't believe it when she died. I felt like someone I knew had passed away. My Mom & Aunt Jamie both remember staying up to watch her & Charles get married, and we all stayed up to watch her funeral. (I wasn't born when Di & Charles got married, or I'm sure I'd have been watching too!) So, yesterday we watched Diana's son marry Catherine, and now the world has a new Princess. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601474096692090130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8H3V-amNrguHSnIvwwRxihKFww6R0Mw4LpPAWgOOPul9fJ2C7ZhL58XP_1ztpqooDpiTSNLTSQnsikAm6ENkyYMWq46MK6SEbFA3oTGv-kPxaORvdC34BrwWfKGxsHKEflcr6UJ_dIU/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+054.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601477392322239154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7kwERFkWkru6MzGqpZndNB9LBi7V0-6KAhP7kWGUYQVpnCuu7rpv2IGU-6qCwn-xepp5eAcr1rP5RnO15jD8QF80niusUs8I0Jghyphenhyphenz8RmJXBTZxrXLqLLH7g3PslEyVgOQfy68cRw9s/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+025.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601474091789633602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdWbD5O0EL58RNXf3iN5m6Km-fK3PGaT9KeUI4Wopl0AN2WiY77tvMDRGMPdHahMuPgh704X2wzyEuz-QOxUzh42JHte_NdrZkjTR2vtPdJ2lfyTuzv36vt-ewNussFC-LYV5Am5AUzY/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+073.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601475822990481394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_n9GXde9WcP2M0k3aE4Dck242XyRDpUgOxZJJvJXNq09x2coALS0uipyOQSbz-qTWgGZaTA8ife5C2o1945drhPah1qRmqDMCYMYAANKRswOo2MGrPwnbCiLO7TpZHfyYfW9f4LJoQ0/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+082.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601475800456043250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCeXFIv1aeguLXQ9mIGJsroxJuUAsWstZMs0Q-3MFCCOnWBeW1frN6T2xtOXRt_K-FZ-pJyOK0css2eJM6YkL13i0gus56ftXHderoDhidE5QLK8DoztQGxzGVZwVBOi2Ee9e55OWAT8/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+069.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601474112040668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpe1MyW07D9lQo4JSeMsFHBt8Ylx1R0P6dU0BUoBa0LLaluun-jyZR6DetqyGyY10hhyyfpJMH1RY_9Q-HFtxObfecZJk2ICFQCFgqliQMKaaUShseUen-nDXyx3fNSXSXYwALhYOCJK4/s320/Royal+Wedding+party+065.jpg" border="0" />The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-23782604431753238932011-04-26T21:13:00.005-05:002011-04-30T22:53:35.664-05:00A Divine "So That..."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600110900862182594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z7pJR4ixXgwLCxeecuIzaIs5SB9sllPlQM-ddia-oVxX2CYfVpFL4pBhYpuTMKkAyDh3073weWcEHSlkUtnOTy1-ldPi3rKdXuPbtwERZLLWT3c7kEhWKF448MWSN4yIOcRNli7BN7k/s320/Mom%2527s+New+Mexico+Pics+166.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm pretty sure most of us have asked the question, "Why God?" One of my faults is that I am, and always have been a brooder. When something bothers me, I don't just let it roll off like water on a duck's back. Not only that, but for some reason I'm also good at taking on the worries or problems of others, and stewing about them as well. I hate to see people suffer in any way, but I learned something last two weekends ago at the Beth Moore conference in Little Rock that for some reason has continued to replay over & over in my mind. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>First of all, just like sand through His fingers, nothing happens in our life that hasn't first been sifted through the hand of God. There are a lot of non-believers out there that would challenge that by saying... "If God is so in control, then how could He let so many horrible things happen? Why would a loving God allow people to go through so much physical, mental, & emotional pain?" The thing that has been playing on and on in my mind is this... No matter what happens, there is A Divine "So That..." We can't always know what it is until later, and sometimes it is for the benefit of someone else that we don't even know. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>The best way I can explain it is through examples:</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Why did my best friend as a little girl have to die from drowning?"</div><br /><br /><br /><div>* It is a different "So that" for each person effected, but mine was So that I would become a great and very safety minded swimmer, and I would teach close to 400 children how to swim. I don't know how many of those children I taught through the years have had some sort of incident where knowing how to swim & the other safety things I taught them saved their lives, but I know that it saved my life when my family had a very bad white water rafting accident in Montana in 1998. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Why is it that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> we get a substantial amount of money saved something happens, & we end up having to use it all?" </div><br /><br /><br /><div>*So that I would realize that He will provide for us, & we can't allow money to be the thing we draw our comfort & security from. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Why have I had to deal with weight gain, hair loss, and all the other unattractive things that come with thyroid disease when I'm so young & supposed to be looking the best I'll be in my life?"</div><br /><br /><br /><div>* So that He could show me that I'm a lot more than what I look like on the outside, and that I have placed too much value in my own vanity, which is useless.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Why am I so alone right now?" (this was a few months ago)</div><br /><br /><br /><div>* So that I would depend upon Him & He could reveal Himself to me as real, and as close to me as any person I can see with my own eyes, or touch with my hand.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Why did You allow a dear family that my cousin knows to lose their home in the tornado last night?"</div><br /><br /><br /><div>* I've imagined "What if it had been us?" It has already caused me to realize that the only thing in my house that isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">replaceable</span> are the people & of course my sweet little animals. I used to have a mental list of things that I'd grab <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">in case</span> of a disaster, and one was my wedding rings if I happened to have them off because they are sentimental and more monetarily valuable than any other single thing I own (I should know, it took Jon the whole first year we were married to pay them off). This has really caused me to think... it isn't the rings that make my marriage, in fact they are really just an ornament - a thing. If Jon needed something & we had to have the money I wouldn't hesitate to sell them. As much as I really love my house, it isn't the bricks & mortar that make a home, it is the people in it that matter the most. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>There are other things that have happened to me that I'm still learning the "So that," and I'm sure there are others that I won't be able to understand for years. In whatever you may be dealing with, there is a "So that," if you are willing to let Him guide you & teach you. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600110907185316066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsfnE66tdIfvA0NymsuNQEDsZZLjgetetfwVykTvVIBIPrkumdx_6RgOhmM-78Dzc0-z5TMIWziOdU0jsGHc3xsF-WRJbX0bjKQu8Cg9vtvDDN4cNexvaS_KxFKOhChdQ7KQDoljwdBw/s320/Mom%2527s+New+Mexico+Pics+104.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-87348891658146783632011-04-06T12:59:00.012-05:002011-04-30T22:57:41.264-05:00Cotton Candy<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593652872885033746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAN_FPc3EyiXpHX1UNJl2W3iUWROPjSb0GywRK6iiNQDIdAvXrRXa-ON3LcgLFcCpbrExMBzTCgsL81G77DvfKv-7eWtBroK2-3qG8tpjmZFFsTswbeYAWAV_VW-KMUag7ZS-v2BYJes/s320/cottoncandy.jpg" border="0" />I love cotton candy, don't you? I wish it was time for the Texas state fair in Dallas, because I'd have to head over to Fair Park, and get myself a bag of it. For some reason their cotton candy is always perfect. It doesn't have sticky lumps, or hard crusty clumps of sugar in it. It is just like eating a pink cloud. Two of my favorite recent discoveries are related pink cotton candy.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593652882344547506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKv505uOkflzfTFUydkJ-clQxOifpxq0_33wH0GQkI1ETVzeQXCvO4FPlZj_cG9XQV2ssU9_jC3UvwHQ_wT2TC1IU7-m0SRYF88QhPkjYsxKJDhy-OS1GeDY7EaI6vXEl8kJYHhBBHGIw/s320/pink+sugar.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>I may be one of the last people to finally try it, but I've found the most delicious smelling perfume ever! It's from Italy & it's called Pink Sugar by Aquolina, it isn't too strong & it doesn't smell like kiddy play perfume. I've worn it when I've been out and about the past week, and had strangers ask me what I was wearing. One woman what was checking out my purchase at the store said I smelled like Heaven! Now that is a pretty high compliment, so if you're up for something new this spring, give it a try.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593653183125251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4BhCG7Zl_0wjmg_QvC3vLzaptBnvxL8E1id-uJBXeiP3or5qn0ui1sjdkhr_BEDP_1WBQ3Nowuij328uFwoSHYs0Y_xvEHtsKFHD1jcJCs15rKk1B8dQ_v0O5zwGLqmu-aCuuagUYkA/s320/pink+sugar+perfume.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>As you know I paint, and I love to look at other artists work. This week I stumbled across the work of William or "Will" Cotton. All I can say is Incredible! His painting look like photographs they are so good! If you're interested you should visit his website <a href="http://www.willcotton.com/">http://www.willcotton.com/</a> I especially love his cotton candy cloud girls. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593653475335853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdr5rE6PaiNUkJAdIAfciUCNgcro34kMlyeZvnc5rW3r-wqX4VnVk1yPXCwF7WIglUpxpp1KRO_OocqHI3f277zhJtPROVFZBNqkuyZ2CUOSuZxSOagmajIPorOHZhtgRLMPE1Uox09k/s320/cottoncandyclouds06.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593653187646819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRcYH3FoBq79HIE7tAyFDarhsbC1DP7dJix-QI2SaqYHtcPHzjCU5XbiOQ0M6oyprIWlSwuoVystdfelBSnZ0MOKH3bfIsY6hai__uhkc78FaYGDLGwJzUzxGiiMw6AlWWnUl4HP3Sw0/s320/COTTONCANDYKATYWEB.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>I was so inspired that I painted my own 30 x 24 inch cotton candy clouds. This layer has to dry before I can add more definitions or paint anything else in them. I just haven't decided who or what it is that I'm going to add in them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593652866432152594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIuZP05JGZekEtQpztOAxwm0avtGLOXw7DqZABgucThbRHnpUphtOQICA42yI2HEPsMGwDYZrBel2L7sHPQpna3cBHZEB2AXC7IWF3hJiPPbG1vxGvOtltf0VNxhzUOFbaafOr-x4pUA4/s320/blog+stuff+dessert+004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593652872388080786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzf71OIulcgYrMXw6qOwbM1z_76qgrBivZGo1ilCH_-VUGbUqV7a4nr-0VPEgrkGM0w6F5HhSIJVZCp0K2ew4akFhraMNcfWeZeZyeERA33JImmnyDk6BshPQDgRNVmYFQTlMxB4k8f-c/s320/blog+stuff+dessert+005.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593652865121127442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUtQEvxTqVxKpwj8vJCjjGolL_XYdkiAnSic8DLjWQuYNhp0XVQC_ghYnuf63_1yyJZX77jLmNxh-zFrhSse3Oerm8faPmK3Ggx5IVttrtoFaYPQn5yNNsLfAlUzuFFRzTKBNsnvaZZs/s320/blog+stuff+dessert+003.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-14218134836548215172011-04-04T16:42:00.005-05:002011-04-30T22:54:47.793-05:00Dr. Doolittle Catches the Easter Bunny!Jon, my Mom, my sister, and a few other family members like to refer to me as "Dr. Doolittle" because I've spent so much time & money up at the vet's office that I ought to have a veterinary degree through osmosis by now. Not to mention that I'm constantly having to doctor on one or more of our pets. When it comes to animals in need, I can't say no. We feed the squirrels & birds in our backyard. When Jon & I go for walks through our neighborhood there are 3 cats that belong to one of our neighbors that come & follow us along until I stop & pet them! It cracks Jon up! He's constantly asking me, can they smell love coming from you or what? Although I am guilty of bringing in most of our animals, some have ended up with me by default. Since Jon & I have been married I've cared for 2 beta fish- Jordan gave me one for my lingerie shower. I was not thrilled, but I couldn't just kill it, we ended up with it for 2 years & a friend of mine moved to California & she left her fish with me as a gift- it lived 2 years! (SERIOUSLY People... I DON'T want a beta fish or your beta fish as a gift! If you want to get me a gift, I'm not hard to buy for... some Vera Bradley, Pandora, flowers, chocolate, Amazon Kindle gift cards, gift cards to anywhere, but NOT a beta fish!!!) Then Jordan had 3 parakeets for about 6 years, and then decided she was tired of them, so they got to spend the rest of their natural lives with me & Jon - they lived 2, 3, & 3.5 years with us. I also took care of Sophie & Flyer, mine & Jordan's cats that we got from the same litter when I was 11 years old. Both of them lived long healthy lives, and they past away from kidney failure/ old age. Flyer lived to be 15 & Sophie lived to be 16. We currently have Sasha who is an 8 year old rescue dog (she had parvo as a puppy & is now hypothyroid & diabetic - that means pills & insulin injections twice a day), Cookie another rescue age 6 (she was another parvo pup), Winston age 5 (mega esophagus dog), Zip an almost 4 year old rescue cat, & Ralphie my latest almost 1 year old rescue cat. I also feed Scaredy Fraidy, a black cat who lives in our neighbor's bushes & comes when I call him to come eat twice a day. I'm wondering how many animals it takes to declare your home a working farm/ranch? It wouldn't hurt to get some sort of tax credit ;)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591857185454012946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg003nVaRaOQkPgFgC_QoXmIUcQjAHxd6KfwGNx8R9zdNqV4AhBkhadL7gvA0-hwUlrI7Piw0imPpwn0Tnu3G-A-pS6TdHgI-gyEao8bKTpG48qPtmOQ52-dQfD7nxkpEeS8fboKXe5XhM/s320/The+Bunny.jpg" border="0" /><br />Now that you have my background it should be no surprise to you that I now have the Easter Bunny in a crate in my garage! He or she is very sweet & tame, and I know it must belong to someone close by. It's owners don't have to worry, because it's enjoying some fresh romaine lettuce, a strawberry, some salt, & fresh water :) I hope you're having a Hoppy day!The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-73746097674752272602011-03-29T19:16:00.005-05:002011-04-30T22:55:10.271-05:00A Chocolate WhimsyI'm as crazy about chocolate as people in Napa are about wine. Don't even mention the movie Chocolat to me because I'll have to make a trip to the kitchen, & turn up my ever ready bottle of Hershey's Syrup! I have been known to scoop up an entire cup of Swiss Miss hot chocolate mix & combine just enough water to make it the consistency of cake batter, warm it up, and gulp it down. Part of me would like to think that Jon's biological father's last name might be Ghiradelli~ I mean it just seems like a good match ;) Ok that's enough! I'm sure you get the picture. Tonight I just threw together what I think may be a little bit of chocolate heaven right here on earth. The good news is you don't have to feel too guilty about it because it's low in fat.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667324544662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVW3Yx3POn9_gzPnP6TAYVQfCz36nug2yLhaZChaywTB91xjtI0Xlpy_xxs4DuV6TShp5h4RcxRDZMISaZ2Jx4TgQTkrBgF_TCj0GnFMG7tMKfPZBydc_P0YGLr7GZbdpP42W3YAQJafI/s320/blog+stuff+dessert+002.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here's what it is....<br /><br />1 1/2 sleeves of Honey Maid Graham Crackers all cruched up on the bottom<br /><br />1 of the smaller boxes of plain chocolate Jello brand pudding<br /><br />1 of the smaller boxes of devil's food Jello brand pudding<br /><br />3 tbs of Heath bit o' brickle toffee bits<br /><br />2 tbs of Hershey's chocolate syrup<br /><br />3 1/2 cups of 2% milk<br /><br />(I'm thinking a layer of Cool Whip would be a great way to top it off, but I don't have any here at the house & I'm not in the mood to go to the grocery store.) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667314596131506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSjIDz1mtkTk7SFdOEO8LNCn6wu0G4TsHYn3QkTmc4pvnhB4OpKeGWUJV6jb12mvwRY0EMt6NlmGg6-j2qX99wsUcMM3RYo0LTJ_ttdywU2-Hr3UJOit-jiYKkSoS8QDSwjyKr1h4GJY/s320/blog+stuff+dessert+001.jpg" border="0" />The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-52159802632319294872011-03-26T21:47:00.005-05:002011-04-30T22:56:46.201-05:00A Water Bobble??You guys have got to give this thing a try. My mom got a set of Water Bobbles & gave Jon & I each one of them. She decided to give them a try when she saw something about it on the Food Network. Anyone that lives in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Texarkana</span> would agree that our water tastes awful! I live in an older house with copper water lines, so our water is disgusting! We have a big water cooler in our kitchen that we drink from. I was a little skeptical about whether the Bobble would really do that much, so I came home to put it to the test. It's like waving a magical wand! Nasty water goes in, and yummy clean water comes out! I know it uses a carbon filter just like the pitcher things, but sometimes you want something on the go. This thing is going to be awesome for sports & when you want your water with you while you're out and about. It is supposed to be good for up to 300 clean bottles of water. Each one is about $8 if you buy them individually, and the carbon refills come in packs of 2 for $5. Add it all up, and you get 900 clean bottles of water for $13. That is less than 2cents per bottle! I'm loving this idea because not only do you get clean water in a cool sports bottle, but it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eco</span>-friendly, & money saving. I'm sure there are quite a few places that sell them, but I found them on Amazon.com <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588588656825352162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGW4EPGOZDHL-RmSp83S6IX8ZYkuK9gFb2ptOakXnG_GGx5sawjjKUhjS6kg0hbvFq_vJP9DULMgZnk95RrEFwtWFB6M_MiT2MPXy8Y5tgtOwaU3z2hDlHkIqCcDwV-3Llz_PVj1kn2-M/s320/41o%25252BpupxZ6L__SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" />The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-53823100414272853142011-03-24T20:28:00.012-05:002011-05-14T15:17:47.157-05:00San Diego Through the Lens<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587842433198594210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYa8pCzXMMgtXyVmxUd6fxS9S8aYodnhCwh_V8UzBHOiFvx6KF67qxcyj7pHCawTaf_-uufbtSJR1Q9C1QRGPEqIFo2ujlSd1a-6LdeLBLHiWTdp7-PH3hHPFZDplkr3nlqocxf-6yJA/s320/San+Diego+2011+339.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>San Diego Skyline view from Coronado.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKFda69OhU7Fd4VSFAfCVwrXBtDawmEE56Anwvqz9faArVYQ5mVISEJjqC6SImluuxL45omgMVILpJJ3THvLqIW-L2QF389W-pOPGQexhRPnB1wXG7y0oSfJgVyddFQQBu3M39-F8wac/s1600/San+Diego+2011+334.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587839197287448226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKFda69OhU7Fd4VSFAfCVwrXBtDawmEE56Anwvqz9faArVYQ5mVISEJjqC6SImluuxL45omgMVILpJJ3THvLqIW-L2QF389W-pOPGQexhRPnB1wXG7y0oSfJgVyddFQQBu3M39-F8wac/s320/San+Diego+2011+334.jpg" border="0" /></a>My view from our room at the Westin Gaslamp District. <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Mom & I just got back from a girl trip to San Diego, California. Both of our husbands were invited, but they didn't think that it was a good time for them to take off work, so it was just us. We saw everything in the 4 days we were there. We took the Old Town Trolley Tour a total of 3 times because it was our main means of transportation, so we are both experts on the history of San Diego now. We also rented a car & went to Miramar, La Jolla, Qualcomm Stadium (where the Chargers & Texarkana's own Brandon Jones plays), and we hit 2 places that were featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829833665104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8PmjATHSH8vD7EaPESWXt3i2GuGCJbPUcqxoM-T0HMKCDjhXbnnkS3wPEJD664U-pdoP44p_5IQCVNvP4issRRY29zoi_O99YQ1Q40RJPCF3RYHaFiDbNLO4-KbFDgAYpFFfp5Ai2Iw/s320/San+Diego+2011+011.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><div>The Hotel Del Coronado where Edward & Wallis met, where they filmed Some Like It Hot, & where we saw Cameron Diaz (she was trying to blend in with other vacationers). </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587834001934303234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PeHh3INlNK9x0AlKZgtCpoyEaglbSOaIvwRMwIgQws5ToquoeeUOoqmUrctiTCMaqTKuJWPii0JaD-ZJh-GFr2k81QUTCAFC9SqwIvZCyLAazb9HwPUe16Xympa3yRoi0Q0J60ND5_E/s320/San+Diego+2011+238.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587837045985699106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTemXeguWir5TEhApNsrgopUM3Y-h1NiMmbs_Q1h15PQRevnMgEzEaIHghdGhkeVBafLYvEI4uUiSAEthAzQbDeM8486qOVzpN9ORFnUGCFbNLaJOWkyYqfS5wwGHJhGM3OviTvHQHBos/s320/San+Diego+2011+272.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587837058438054802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI2GweMNEYO6KV4cbZZWA4L_ZYMptbVAr5ws83Hw06ggWePJJ8F-slWZ0WC4RRHdfgH05NwRxT4fG9VpkAI-oAUkWqFfpiYrR7tDly8SmU219yztXyO8l26jqds0Cf2Q8b2cP27ZS_s0/s320/San+Diego+2011+280.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div>Let's talk about Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives.... Those people know what they're talking about when it comes to good food. We ate at El Indio - They claim they invented taquitos in the 1940s. Best Guacamole on Earth! Filippi's Pizza Groto - This place looks like every grocery store in Italy, but you walk on around to the back & Bam!! There's a restaurant & the Pizza is killer! </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829834839719794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTD-jMT2KBNld63MLXwBReztK5xKsQlMVsmLcZ3bagAyNKEI0RTpV4BxNAs5s39xyXUNgqpaJhgJDpfHPKUyfaVunJO8oCkjlTiSj40uwjJDjQKtzju_S8VpvEhFzXZnkYm_jpjsI3Xk/s320/San+Diego+2011+059.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829846955449506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyG11wGXwctvxCyWdg3NJLJ-E0I9-uiWDq9eewbCoirKgLqD-_xc3Uvt7XpZyx7zOZW7J-9ZiKhULictMdyS-HyChsTdejRMv8NBhh2opt7Id97kupotZSUviP3oT_YmzLj22gB9nerU/s320/San+Diego+2011+063.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829851096016354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPw162QTxrkINCNo1GGjgH03MsBssWZt61G1yMzAfxGHhGGV5jNcSsxKefV1AVQc4PAQEUlYf4UBfpdI_BEYeuQvp6xJig-F1U7sIhUeSD8BW5YOzB5BbQx_K55-N5_orbS5L9uiNkNJw/s320/San+Diego+2011+098.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587831857955003186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNI8rQsXfl5wJOaostUTznD8y37MSX7cwljnt7oR2Jrj6bZpA1eA6efzz2K3foU-X_yMMtU1zmsZ-G8iftpwmdGcvKTy6PdXsCKoYGyaaBjbIkGXGxaR54p33NZKv2Gnklaskl7AXx0w/s320/San+Diego+2011+131.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829860019315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXg7bJLTSQb431gHldzoYzPef6IlnqP7jQg2GdeJ7hU-F21YGWWB_FS98G-gf9pIr4qABJIWPQ4pjrBMOOGjtjeSM55TL0-qVYgU0EDyVHXgkQkodjNqs1bYn5oz4J1JTjpVtSJIFcVg/s320/San+Diego+2011+103.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587831856012524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXiYfTYsCiWnwOutdiQMPrmlMm7SQRv4Ms7c_djvQ1-nHzl2fNEenR0xNQxjnuHFtiyqSkg724IyRSd0b9vft_HFVBcZN-TMU3QY4zG4fOz4Dxq1yHqInU9XuXhvlP2dBqv5XXxbiSsA/s320/San+Diego+2011+108.jpg" border="0" />The above pictures were taken at Seaside Village which was built by the same people that built Disney Land. It was really pretty.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587842438553122354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32aafPW6iAQwN3VynH8dlFJ1MIRH9VcpTsmrpNdqxD39VtGiHv9FjLA0jtRHn0eOmlKp3lrxRerg4BQng_G4ick89sFcCS_v8RRlMPv0ErmmPhALQ9bBwErJUWqAmSCxafJ9BxYyvsk0/s320/San+Diego+2011+360.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587831864831773426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBMIdq7Mh8W_O3cKIUQongJCcPLNVo-mGSpP8KQPn1sR152_LACLVwiQPAjh1JPi4BJa4y3Dn60p2HJy7HYrQwCd9hl9OTSSevOE_MGJWa2Eyaq8-QOVt2QRzyIULU5tL2EzUnbMxDb0/s320/San+Diego+2011+138.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>The Naval Ship Yard - they are building 7 new aircraft carriers like the U.S.S. Midway.</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587831875475469730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Wp2kk3HGHb4_aS4QijmAULfUT8Px3ZiIXMbDKME7Jnjcw_ldthI-7w6oZ4zw5VG-8v9E_KmsmFjfL9_sJwlorP1BBsHRz4McFDhPMo_NnmM-d33PXnKAm64AcfNHT6n8zB_1O5-MWoQ/s320/San+Diego+2011+187.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587837040896203346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJzwRe3dKreB3lsUnxC-bpkR7bt9F9tmmx_TOzrPdgmpfHFzUFPE-xz-g7hyphenhyphen2hnyM7IoqKwTZ-sVfYmtt-5dsdzDQM89gdNgVBiXfcMuTZhamtxS06syFju2VusnPrBxxUeESCZ2K6pU/s320/San+Diego+2011+253.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587834002851737378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41gQL_bqQAx0KQAAjgTI6ePFrhsMPnuFCZER_ee5q2xTusxBPf_HR-l8D0MkjHp_norLkVmQM_DiMnrsHZoYfA202TM54UlnOKozmzywLo4SCu4jzNWE9_5wfsMxagyYCOHYHt9RKZjE/s320/San+Diego+2011+252.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587837042732520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQoFNWZ74Go9959ZO-r9jDXGVNQnE76QdctVBB6U8d2o-hztzIIoS-C_cABYVbr9G8DVu_fKnZtd_UWV6AqQXWQu3giGOQ4QHB0MBJt4cYXjGr7rQdI6OdHPUc39KxpapV6yzP14SZDA/s320/San+Diego+2011+264.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>In Balboa Park the Cherry Blossoms & Naked Coral Trees were blooming. </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587839163233810578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinyS-mB5E2pKWR3GYmPlo4HXR5lS9m4eRWCG0lgHmjpUl6E5SYSrqU4W9EA16X_f_5LYBhf9RVoykmKKBmh7th5BxrswrYT7WeBMk0cEDezOCTck0a7s7zRepCwvgjTz3ohmc3HbSnIzE/s320/San+Diego+2011+317.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587837058964201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4LxCGX7c51ZuHQrXM-8DsEpJw1sLjX93y4Sh10C0asWcu0ogfMKbu6UQ_E1FEyFEF68o6vsVYAPchDidNj8n-Coz42VqwzcSSAgAlNrqe8MmF7tiyvjF1b4GCSmVi66Bz8iriYyTpYA/s320/San+Diego+2011+311.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587839182661088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOy4XRr85qkz9URHkWtM1jJo8Q6zbCFEvU_wHEn2LzR53zYDpEPG5in9u2I5u03WhFZdMa1wpihaXdfB_CRjp_0RzT2l9Srnh9ci1QTVuXDb1EGyeWDZ-uMneP7WCeQUn4ofK7g0qbJw/s320/San+Diego+2011+329.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587839174785039746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4DhcfgzfesVJlP8iPTrHCi2Kp3xbbOdI7N-wa799iobMgQrlF2orsHmBbI0WX9UZ5jCodt6slaYmSrtgwr6Z4ti4BMVjYAZiiXhtcGML1m-QchIKGkRESvbtwOyvYD3A3tHODH7WZMM/s320/San+Diego+2011+318.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587839176125179266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEoOwUWi_MkaZ2jQmFS1JizQ6FHv0xmqJdpQx6P4XRAhAdbILQKThBawxgIvFWyB-wo9fZ_rSgph67EB3tXSDZuaRpkFwBkQkyA4QrUPf7yqgYEPjH41Tz19iP4M53ds9RQBIsH1wolAQ/s320/San+Diego+2011+319.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>This was the view at Sunset Cliffs in Ocean Beach. It was so beautiful that I almost cried. God does beautiful on a BIGGER scale than any canvas could ever hold!! One of the most breathtaking views I've ever seen. </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587833990388815858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMog7je5wak4xXKLPwjbqThCb2R-m_Knwp5TYXQOHOM10VG_nX7qYaBDWqdTlpgGEdbOVKH6MqDAOJKX_PTS-2Xele1hQs2lkQPAUpvNzqqIj1c6IoGipwHDRzpX-D09a-rVzZSW4q-qI/s320/San+Diego+2011+210.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587831867421002482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUR5yE5aWonjJskweuM1Qh4VRsGWxQws7gAZLyq7p8re6UhH4NLnC-0FOIEW2Sm-skp8-DBAegM495aD92xggjvuem36tZU72vTTw_HMAqiWkx64x7hvOmHKw66JPNyrtG8RVnAHwtyz0/s320/San+Diego+2011+152.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Of course we went to the San Diego Museum of Art. It was small, but they have a really nice collection. I loved the Georgia O'Keefe! </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587833996676746530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORWJiSeac9S7TOZEk7hhWx5pF0CKgcvssOfY61epMbvqQys9cvwMSpuVNMevgvwwVHWLEB4OjzLRtJBqv8_w9kdVnkVDp9tj6D7upZGCaLyOiRWo4Vk7qjr1HcdcQOZqXzMN2-_EzwuQ/s320/San+Diego+2011+218.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587833992314778578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiG6yu5hV8bl-dlcScszQXr4bIofDgnLGbANLXxmfw5rw7FPqmkGtAF_AsApKFZVcNe2Subqgw_LUAKWT-FsUlPyLnOQE0ddHu0XgBELP3qQ2xC4zSJ2pZOfmKIf84cII1LwFWrSYanH0/s320/San+Diego+2011+217.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Seals at La Jolla, they were so cute! They were just swimming, playing, & talking! The waves were really crashing!</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587842451428098482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign9HY_-XoIHyW9Nuukcu5PnSt_r9YjFUir5CSXGOOd138mOWK_Wh4sRxJgKu-oFfPqL-AqzxKMc6jf730XcJ88xHPMoXr7HgTbC-5BpinTyyM-lAx7SAi4LJWkqMSY1byT19fXshP7Ds/s320/San+Diego+2011+395.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Riding the Skyfari at the San Diego Zoo!</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587842444954574802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi564RY7A2TpPZ81noPY0fPhiHRaxqQtk2temvuYpsIev_jqfCebyRBT-0skt8I6uetcotnNS0G_CGZyb0WCLzRIzk1DuFeeM9ePsxChyphenhyphenhx5jupqgrewjcKdqA9t1Y1yl3oYu-zjkF1aBQ/s320/San+Diego+2011+384.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>My all time favorite wild animal! Jon & I love meerkats! How could you not? They are precious!</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587842442668876066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBNeAJq4Dkpli6Q-jaRnNOJGmsRnAiWNplZS2zFJscjiYhWJP1zhEZgg7oW8FgtBDIQ_EVQRAgSNI924yob_OUjMplP446kb5ra9w-MjHMRQvkUQjj-jUuE9WIKvvX0ki8b07Upda1zQ/s320/San+Diego+2011+363.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Peacocks are the coolest birds on earth! Seriously, don't argue with me about this one ;)</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587845573064365858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsDGG1lHq_wGfeoY5Ox2DFxivJxGVfFSjzmyRe2x0JrJpJQJjjU7XjrkK-gpBRjoFFHn08grdrlnLpFHqs9Ed9aKo1zbyv8vxkoodbZE4Q3eOqXGlUt0CjMNzvFBKl73HShihSTvzOOY/s320/San+Diego+2011+414.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>This peacock came walking through all of our tables while we ate a snack at the cafe!</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587845568402693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4F6ghWN7-T-VTwX0U8txklgWjbL6sYQNwHVEOq7KqEtpZ_9tagAZqwVNTNbBcD7UpZdchs6IKBJsI6f5iNeaazZ-NjRp2VDPYMA8H6IKpiM9A_A-UZYLuZrqV-KTT2r87lmMi8vLVLo/s320/San+Diego+2011+400.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>I've never seen Flamingos laying down like ducks! I guess I thought they slept standing up on one leg!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587845577776575458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Hr1gWzObWvuU5yWBoa8vzkS4LBjHAgJx8L6Ne2iyauVxAlDA0VnriFO0R0q1yARmKLZ8B-UcXUcNhVZR6ZMxRfQwxVipaWFbzcTapvT803gdPxgq2rcbAWZw3p4dkdYb5VMoKKN5SNU/s320/San+Diego+2011+436.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>This Mommy Giraffe had just had her new calf seconds before we walked over there, & we got to watch it try to stand for the first time! How neat is that! </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587845580048081138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OUeEY1zQwWH_O9D99bgersGSrip3m_PeZSq8iKEewgrMVVOwHaSYl1lkx8RWNKjdpzU0DPmhkBSvvTCQuFjd_O9GBMfoWtAggLyL-GxE0rOIdpgIKKjPVVc9LkR9ndsg57KnpaThT2k/s320/San+Diego+2011+441.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Oh, this is "The Baby Daddy!" </p>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-57089430150039349362011-03-14T17:39:00.008-05:002011-04-30T22:56:18.261-05:00Getting my Veg on!<span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072537528057138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyNEOzAIz54-TjEFD9sOL9IVm0SWGtX08dkiDJT4HgigJBFQCMFa5XawiF2xnyksPPNh7IdFqmWFztTNaam0NudIKCfvdwDz5q8d8wVjlwlnI707HeB4RfZge8YuQ4pyuq5pRmZ1tZY4/s320/LE8500_.jpg" border="0" /> If you don't want to turn yourself into a complete turnip head then don't get a new awesome TV. If you find turning your mind to total mush like mine an attractive idea, then it's time to get your veg on! You wouldn't believe how much TV Jon and I have managed to watch in the last month and a half! Back in the day we might watch 1 movie or 1 episode of some show we liked, but now thanks to Netflix, Vudu, & Tivo we are working on becoming the next Ebert & Roper. As a happily married & happily settled couple (meaning we aren't moving or doing any major home renovations for a while!) we are without children, and have finished all our schooling, so there isn't a whole lot of other stuff we are able to, or feel like doing in the evenings after work other than clean house, read, play on the computer, or you got it... watch the TV. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072746247717778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyshJbLlHzcir2JheTws4L11Pe7OjOc46cgj-nR73uYtOUyShAInVThfr3vnfUqc2vzniBWly3pIp-wcG9Y-KuGeRFDzc8CdVVvU2V4es_cVNBJdb5rB2k5W2wE3ebtg4X3Sw-T8sYwY/s320/thumbnailCATKZQAJ.jpg" border="0" /> This show cracked me up! Jamie Lee Curtis is a Scream!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072745876522370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpvFyYkss6LmDPYlgYJQhY3Violbc-3xWMjSwQXrxXH-nSROYApKebGK-wcsZ9oCTCQFiTwpPNv2J5RHrdzSa0A2YM1O8wW9crd-k-rriJ0FsJR21cvhDcYOA_NanXhYceCXUhbMQjqc/s320/thumbnailCATGUTG6.jpg" border="0" /> Very cute chick flick, I liked it, but Jon was snoring 5 minutes into it! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072737971370882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKbw88pjxzbkDwkEUFkvQVTq1n39QmwD2oF_MLX6oLp_wNP2NcViiPZVStvlV48gMWCqZe22wkDkiFeibT4nLNffKB-h7kt8HNzYJSdryOyfjCNRINxPkEtSO-XD8Vm1vrbB1IAZU-II/s320/thumbnailCARMB35V.jpg" border="0" />Cute show from the family channel about a girl that learns to ride and care for horses while she served time in a juvenile detention center.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072731287592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQisE5x325Ym-_suOlDQrPR9aFspI723LPoDKqUNk0AtO1c51iaamNQmVSPSgSxqIDyL4t7yYKFH35jcGWrPP1debvQ2jS5fG7VMu2rJ86qjmy3Ngup_KqpF9XE0RAu_nVp90sUT94Dww/s320/thumbnailCAOARW5M.jpg" border="0" />Army Wives is some pretty patriotic drama. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072564677520162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs92QdI0mjLVQOSmu0IXxjVbby_yfqKpUgUojrXiFDldGzrdsSWPAoBFIzNVdrw_5gzA1NPtO_sJbPj9thl4gdzbRBKFytokpp6i5D3O3n0ZO-u6MDd04LEJ6uZJzQ5Lbdm_Bk8kSfdvw/s320/thumbnailCAHEN16L.jpg" border="0" />This one surprised me. It wasn't so much about Darwin's theory, but about what he went through when his first born child died. Paul Bettany is a talented actor, and does an excellent job in this film. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072555325310306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzHWPwS73I0Hq2ZOZ_RtwjaCe11W__HN9ACw8UmBKVqwhdyO6Uzz90xEa6YzzM2drSZyP7vAh0fmadwgaxP48XM7c739zRZWcoJS3xc7TgdPmuWfHS-ERLFfNS8QbQm3vmb1n8EcrrXM/s320/thumbnailCAAZVHL9.jpg" border="0" />Liam Neeson & Meryl Streep... do I need to say anything more? It is about a family dealing with their son's involvement in a murder.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_QdPhShphcWzdv6g9MsNQdddbILXdwkKpi9y6siNudKtg__k_-deIF1_vHHpSuZGe3VccaSIesbSu0Dy-HciADTXgQ3Ta5Ej8KccY8sF72C2TxXDTbETZrJUTWE-0AUCJQ8DEBfnRfU/s1600/thumbnailCA2ZDMNC.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072550009651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_QdPhShphcWzdv6g9MsNQdddbILXdwkKpi9y6siNudKtg__k_-deIF1_vHHpSuZGe3VccaSIesbSu0Dy-HciADTXgQ3Ta5Ej8KccY8sF72C2TxXDTbETZrJUTWE-0AUCJQ8DEBfnRfU/s320/thumbnailCA2ZDMNC.jpg" border="0" /></a> I read that they are making a second series of Downton Abbey, and I can't wait to see it! It is about a the family & servants who live and work in a large estate just as WW1 is about to break out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7Qbb3m_PCZQAuq-GhpB_hTXzJxUEF9-BqP1pIPOAwQZmBhbhGUS4xCt0eu890dze2eYW_pIkbCbo0G99BZIhTU4AvszggNZr5Y7Dwc7r_4Toi_EjK9f6RXdAMIuNtMcyQ3vh2jcFbpM/s1600/thumbnailCA0FNCUW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072547639908930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7Qbb3m_PCZQAuq-GhpB_hTXzJxUEF9-BqP1pIPOAwQZmBhbhGUS4xCt0eu890dze2eYW_pIkbCbo0G99BZIhTU4AvszggNZr5Y7Dwc7r_4Toi_EjK9f6RXdAMIuNtMcyQ3vh2jcFbpM/s320/thumbnailCA0FNCUW.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm a BBC aholic, this series was like an edgy British version of Desperate Housewives. </div></div></div></div></div></div>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103858045948779595.post-34530574502766301522011-03-06T19:06:00.007-06:002011-04-30T22:57:15.490-05:00The Mural<div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCum1L0BH4Ncto7RczRdsFhr5cpWN_XqFKBEfiq-10bRklCoDAb0lUUEpOeS7S9zUqycEv-qMKPSBKAhfQgmfDOZKNGBC1KUOkedDFFbkj4mGAl9BQyEHrkQw2-C5TggYUngnkjSGmco0/s1600/blog+stuff+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581143082594175954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCum1L0BH4Ncto7RczRdsFhr5cpWN_XqFKBEfiq-10bRklCoDAb0lUUEpOeS7S9zUqycEv-qMKPSBKAhfQgmfDOZKNGBC1KUOkedDFFbkj4mGAl9BQyEHrkQw2-C5TggYUngnkjSGmco0/s320/blog+stuff+126.jpg" border="0" /></a>The other day I FINALLY finished the mural in my front entry way. It was my first experience painting on a wall (sheet rock). It was definitely a learning experience. When I started I really didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, so it took a bit of time to imagine something into existence. Then I discovered that when you draw on a wall with pencil it doesn't really erase very well, so as ideas changed there was no way to undo the other things drawn under it unless I wanted to take the time to paint over my old pencil marks, this was when I became frustrated and took a break from it for a while. I finally got to where I felt comfortable enough to begin painting, and I spent many hours on the floor mixing paint, putting in colors, & then remixing to get the right colors. I did all of the initial painting with acrylic, but I couldn't get happy with it no matter what I did, so I decided to take a break from it AGAIN. In case you haven't picked up on it yet, this project brought out the John McEnroe in me. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581143083780549394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Ls6H54JTeXaajn_WkC2c6ULa135k73WIfJT_Z7Yk_olFSIJ6eI2N0cxnrgx6uAaFUVCGUKmbDvuoIbCxLNJktZzLJz9ZLK0CwDEaQd6zB7Ld7syvqpGU2WdrQZOOMdNImeWBQBgvsM0/s320/john_mcenroe_2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>I decided I wasn't going to touch the darn thing again until I could figure out how to get it the way I wanted it. Once again I let it sit for a couple of months while I played around with different things. The other day I decided that I'd had enough with acrylic paint for a while, and regardless of how messy oil paint can be that is what I wanted to do. As I worked on this crazy abstract tree idea that I had going on I felt like things were just clicking & I took my oil palette into the front entryway and painted for 4 hours. Then Jon came home, we ate, and I went back to it for 3 more hours until voila! I can't even begin to tell you how sore I felt after spending that much time painting on the floor, my shoulders are still not over it, but I am really pleased with how it looks. </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581151611078385282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SROnmjQWe4CVZSHC5alyVM4SP8ZlP5sFT9oUVTi2316F2SoZM1-jBFXajDWj31S2gkaQiZytp1a9VtcBOHI0SlJUY_6mfp7TQhBdqwcRFpwI2bxgSW35FR1RRt89oz2FHrzxr83UIsQ/s320/184266_950854178537_9635627_47582713_5501267_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581143091544591826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqQ9WrDtVSCNTFhGM26Aci1ZEPR2PenAipRh_ZOqOImCVU-Vq7FYIs1Y43ckpfw9ovcStVGCboX6Nd_8D69JOTXp1lTXWKoxxt1AC9evL8zkGBwUUUWz5lomD0u37qRRkHqBviQkF0cA/s320/blog+stuff+127.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581143099929680082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsDRleXkzY1zILO8NfGu5NZFT9MquOpgk7GIgs_Y9dWF2_KyZ5sdj3bHUR9UXxHc1mRWoh4pi7D_kpuhlUAeXr57Tnu6xtvyDHfWdEXOdSmeRuOnvlHFd9FrKwDCzDNi9tIlk-j3EGUg/s320/blog+stuff+128.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581143103841670450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPIKSzu_DaiV8hglLI_R-Ani6z7QEH9UyA4CVuvub_jC6-r7f-YBkPM50DWZF9alVeFi5BQhKugdgfTVBzBvbnje3S6bj0h0cJbioUNuNxFGhHUHe93cv3BURpYrZVXf1hc-b7NQD2R4/s320/blog+stuff+129.jpg" border="0" /></p>The Real Housewife of Bowie Countyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17236828299784301523noreply@blogger.com2