Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Memory of Shayda.

When ordering taco bell, shayda would ask for mild sauce, but instead of saying mild with the "I" sound she would say it with an ill sound, so she would be asking for mill-d sauce. She was a cute kid.

Monday, September 29, 2008


These twins are the cutest. I have been babysitting them since March. Olivia and Jasmine have an older sister, but the sister and their mom are out bowling.
They are snugglers. I love it!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 2002

This is Thanksgiving 2002. We were at my Aunt-in-law (My Aunt Denice's sister Darcel, we call each other in-law, ha ha ha.) house, and my Uncle David was a budding photographer. He snapped our little sister pictures by the pool.
Oh how we love each other!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1988

I don't know if you can tell, but the base page is pink.
I did not like this year of my life. I did not like what I looked liked (which is evident in the class picture, where I had stuck a thumbtack in the picture, while it hung on my childhood bulletin board). But I especially did not like the teacher. She actually told me she didn't like me because I was poor. And I always thought she looked eternally pregnant. Not a good year. And I looked pretty goofy. 3rd grade sucked, but 4th was a great make up grade!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1986

This was the year right before we moved to the Gainsville/Denton area...Love the glasses! Thanks Mom and Baba! ha ha.

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1984

This is me at the age of 4. And if you ask my grandma, this is her favorite picture of me ever... She loves it. And I must say, so do I.

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1981

This was our first family picture. I swear I am the cutest little baby in the world. Someone try to prove me wrong, I dare you!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

hair do

Having long hair can be hard to work with......especially when you have as much as. I do.
On the website shedoeshair.blogspot.com I saw this style on a little girl, but I figured I could pull it off too..... What do you think?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Dear (You know who you are but you don't read blogs)

I think this sums up all my frustration at this time.....don't pay attention if you think I need to be rosey happy excited all the time....this blog mirrors my first few blogs in it's frustration and spirit dampening mood.

Here goes....and no calling me out....this is my feelings....I don't want to confront the person, because it would do more harm than good....I am always told not to hold it in, so this is MY outlet....if you don't like it get over it.

(And this isn't about Jason....)

Dear You Know Who, please take careful notes, and considerations!
He never closes anything...
Not the door
Not food packages
He offers to wash dishes - but does it half way
Grease and grime is plainly evident on the dishes.
He will use electricity like he owns the electric company!
I am sure he is in cahoots with the people milking us dry.
He puts the AC on 60 in the middle of the night.
I wake up freezing, and clogged up.
He uses a whole roll of toilet paper at one visit to the restroom.
Making the already bad toilet problem we have worse.
He eats and eats and eats!
The stockpile we buy from costco that should last us 3 weeks, lasted us 1.
He eats and eats, uses and uses - yet he expects the $10 he gave us, back.
He used the truck for work....
drove it into the ground....
and expects us to pay for the majority, get it fixed, and return it to him to use and use again.
He doesn't willingly accept responsibility for any wrong choice he makes.
He will argue his point to the death especially when wrong
He will try to bend scripture to the point it sounds like a "guide to know why I am right" to get himself out of all trouble.
Guilt trips are his specialty...that's why he is living with us right now.
Everything good or bad in his life, and choices is chalked up to "God's Will"
I want to scream
Helplessness is not an action it is a bargaining chip....I know this all too well....I don't gamble....so he has to bargain somewhere else...
I don't give handouts, I give help-ups.....but....right now, no one is listening....I have my own timeline....Be Ready!

That is my message....maybe me throwing it out in the universe instead of in my head at night as I try to sleep, will help me be gently firm and adequately successful for my pseudo family, for PROACTIVE people, and my piece of mind.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

S'Mores Bars/Cake depending on how you eat it.

I got this recipe as I was blog stalking on Amy's blog. She is a friend of an old friend of mine, but I did enjoy getting to know her via her blog.
We had a set of friends over with their kids, and I made this for the desert...It was a hit, except for the little girl, for some reason she is from outter space, and doesn't like marshmellows, but she did scrape them off and ate the chocolate and graham crackers. This will now be a part of my sweets repitoir. I think you should try it too....Check out Amy's version that I tried to follow, but didn't feel like it was enough...so I improvised. My version is in this blog, her version is here.

1/2 cup butter melted 2 sleeves graham crackers, crushed
1 sleeve crushed and set to the side.
1 bag chocolate chips
1/2 bag mini marshmallows
1 can sweetened condensed milk

Melt the butter and combine with the two sleeves of crused crackers. smash to the bottom of a 9x13 pan (this will be the crust)
On top of the crust, put the chocolate chips, marshmellows and the other crushed graham crackers.
Pour the condensed milk evenly on all of the mixture.

Bake at 350* for 10-15 minutes, or until golden brown.

Immediatly out of the oven, cut away from the edge of the pan. Let bars cool completely before cutting and serving.

These are super sweet, so cut into small squares, so you don't get a sugar headache....Jason is still working on eating his I gave him hours ago!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Death to the bee on 8/25/08

On the first day of the kids school a bee landed on my shirt and I didn't know it until I accidently tried to brush him off with my inner arm. Ouch!

Everyone say hello to my first bee sting!