tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15917897408947272982024-03-13T07:44:06.918-07:00Play PrettiesPlay Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-71133941248088349912012-07-26T12:05:00.002-07:002012-07-26T12:05:29.306-07:00Our Redneck Vacation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We do this every year with neighbors </div>
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This summer we</div>
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14 Adults...</div>
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18 Kids...</div>
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and not nearly enough alcohol...</div>
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Orange juice and vodka...yaaaay me!</div>
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I'm pretty sure that beat up cowboy hats are required on the river. </div>
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This was its 4th year. </div>
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Sadly, it didn't make it through the chutes. </div>
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RIP cheesy, white trash cowboy hat.</div>
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He was so tired afterwards...</div>
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We had a great time...as usual.</div>
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Good times...good times...</div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-39427093319755010372012-02-01T11:52:00.000-08:002012-02-01T11:54:35.985-08:00A Great Way To End January<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I met two of my most favorite people in the entire world </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">in McKinney yesterday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A good burger was had by all...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And don't EVEN get me started on the sweet potato fries.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Holy Cow...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And it's no fun.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kiMm2U1xd0/TyBkVyeyE1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ajLqLJIfCns/s1600/313018_2596334189221_1280707654_3078723_1328694904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kiMm2U1xd0/TyBkVyeyE1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ajLqLJIfCns/s320/313018_2596334189221_1280707654_3078723_1328694904_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What IS fun though?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being doped up on loopy medicine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and having no recollection of taking pictures of yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pretty sure this was the last time I smiled before the heart cath.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because it HURT!!!!!</span></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-38655605377935645592012-01-19T06:30:00.001-08:002012-01-19T06:38:48.673-08:00Speedo Love<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEOCWHA63Gc/TxgpTkWtxFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fM1sGEqRtBQ/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEOCWHA63Gc/TxgpTkWtxFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fM1sGEqRtBQ/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699350744590566482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My son went to Brazil over the holidays with my brother and his family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Out of the hundreds of pictures that came home with him this is my absolute favorite.</div><div style="text-align: center;">God, those Brazilians love their Speedos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to blow it up and hang it over my fireplace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course, I HAD to crop it. 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Morgan meets </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Most Interesting Man in the World.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODqX7jaK4Bs/TxgqHx7_iII/AAAAAAAAAKw/xg_ZcPU2S7E/s400/379824_2967680992659_1280707654_3259889_47373127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699351641589778562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px; " /></span></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-8238887313029331132012-01-02T13:17:00.000-08:002012-01-02T13:37:23.028-08:00Happy New Year!!!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgweaY03o0w/TwIhw9lrujI/AAAAAAAAAKY/26Yp6R-wnZc/s1600/newyears.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693150003999783474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgweaY03o0w/TwIhw9lrujI/AAAAAAAAAKY/26Yp6R-wnZc/s400/newyears.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="center">I was determined not to go out on New Year's Eve.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">David had to work...</div><br /><div align="center">Jake didn't want to do anything...</div><br /><div align="center">Sam is still in Brazil...</div><br /><div align="center">I wanted to be boring.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Then my friend came by....</div><br /><div align="center">We ended up at the movies and then desperately </div><br /><div align="center">trying to find something to eat.</div><br /><div align="center">Soooo...we ended up ringin' in the new year over fried pickles at Razoo's.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Can't beat that with a stick.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">P.S. I forgot my camera so this is as good as it gets.</div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-38283695095719283012011-12-30T17:19:00.000-08:002011-12-30T17:22:48.595-08:00Back on the HorseIt's my New Year's resolution.<br /><br />Doing this religiously.....<br /><br />.....starting.....<br /><br />.....tomorrow.Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-46620524949742950912011-07-14T19:51:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:01:45.187-07:00SUMMER OF AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">It's finally my week to be the one and only guest blogger for my sweet and special friend, Laura, from Rhinestone Armadillo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So here goes...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello All!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> It's the SOA. You know what that means. Yes! Sit down and watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding for the 52nd time and finish up that laundry! Woooo Hoooo!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*crickets chirping*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay! Plan B.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">~~Plant new things~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My new obesession? Succulents. <b>Succulents</b>, also known as <b>fat plants</b>, are water-retaining plants adapted to blah blah blah... All I know is that even I can't kill them. Give them the right amount of light, water every couple of days and taa daa.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SECbwXEqebE/Th-nJVzUWGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D-TkiQbuAyk/s1600/IMG_0999.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SECbwXEqebE/Th-nJVzUWGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D-TkiQbuAyk/s400/IMG_0999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629401838149458018" /></a>They are the craziest little beings and some of their names are even better.<br />Fairy Washboard, Hens and Chicks, String of Pearls and Living Rocks...just to name a few.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3F0bh-hYFE/Th-pCHN3wVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/46DYPyaYpAA/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629403912998469970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWjaGkZevUA/Th-piPNRN8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/eBNdvYhlntA/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629404464899241922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it's like 142 degrees outside but hop to it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Grab and BIG bottle of water and go outside.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Big Fat Greek Wedding will always be there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At the very least, on Saturday morning, go sit on the porch and watch the guys mow your yard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Or maybe that's just me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8jXzCRV4wg/Th-qzZKknbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UMNm3yH6-Tw/s400/bug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629405859141688754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had to stick this picture in.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took it during one of my Not So Summer's of Awesomeness when I was completely bored. Yes. I resorted to playing with dead bugs.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a cry for help.</div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-91280767125285288042011-06-13T17:57:00.000-07:002011-06-13T18:08:57.247-07:00I'VE BEEN SLIGHTLY AWOL!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Sooooo...the grandbabies went back to live with their Mama. Yes. It was time. Yes. I slept for like a week AND YES, I cried for like two weeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My next step? Getting this thing called a JOB after 13 years. I'm exhausted and missing Maury Povich...but...I'm making my own car payment. Go me!!!!</div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-28158362698011122262011-02-27T08:32:00.000-08:002011-02-27T08:44:04.552-08:00Weekend Junking<div style="text-align: center;">We went to a little teeny tiny flea market here in Dallas. There weren't too many vendors but I'm betting it will pick up as the weather gets warmer. Can't wait....</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07PUYZQVOEU/TWp9cgSoYII/AAAAAAAAAIg/nbpS6VqAw_Q/s1600/IMG_0383.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07PUYZQVOEU/TWp9cgSoYII/AAAAAAAAAIg/nbpS6VqAw_Q/s400/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578409017109667970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For some reason, both of these called to me...especially the poodle.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Loooove the poodle and he looks like he's been loved in the past.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And who can say no to a wedding cake topper? Not me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta_EtumP6_U/TWp9MzI-UkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sykZqbp8gQ0/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta_EtumP6_U/TWp9MzI-UkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sykZqbp8gQ0/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578408747291529794" /></a>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-23515271031586423802011-02-22T18:26:00.000-08:002011-02-22T18:32:19.217-08:00So I Get This Phone Call At Work...<div style="text-align: center;">One of my good friends husband calls me at work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Rachel's birthday is coming up."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yep. I know."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"She needs a surprise party."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yep. I agree."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You make the cake. Okay?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Okay."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Oh, it's tomorrow."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Crap..."</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8BF_YNl4hY/TWRwmwSsDWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_NWLoT0nvnw/s1600/cake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8BF_YNl4hY/TWRwmwSsDWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_NWLoT0nvnw/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576706049692142946" /></a>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-26930099154302192192011-02-04T14:50:00.001-08:002011-02-04T15:08:47.909-08:00It's Just Not Right...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">We're on day 4 of no school. Kill me. Kill me now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The neighborhood camel. He ain't happy.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD11_LOEI/AAAAAAAAAII/jeyh1JsKRPY/s1600/IMG_0299.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD11_LOEI/AAAAAAAAAII/jeyh1JsKRPY/s400/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569971800198821954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We got bored and headed to the back roads. It's what we do...it's who we are...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1l4qHoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VsRa2opr2Kg/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1l4qHoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VsRa2opr2Kg/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569971795876519554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Do you see the Cardinal?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1SpZJFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nCRG6BjcoA/s1600/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1SpZJFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3nCRG6BjcoA/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569971790712218706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think I heard him say "I hate you people in your</div><div style="text-align: center;">4 wheel drive trucks with your seat warmers. Damn you."</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1Ng1YsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_xEYe3VRDVc/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD1Ng1YsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_xEYe3VRDVc/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569971789334143682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">will keep me from my Cherry Coke from Sonic.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD0nKmdLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ZgM8gQehhU/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD0nKmdLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ZgM8gQehhU/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUyD0nKmdLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ZgM8gQehhU/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569971779040343218" /></a><br /></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-27081962644322415532011-02-03T13:54:00.000-08:002011-02-03T14:01:43.944-08:00Goodwill Love<div style="text-align: center;">I love to lay in bed and look at my wall of Goodwill finds. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I know...I should get a life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe tomorrow.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUsktN1-ybI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dui-gRH9_og/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUsktN1-ybI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dui-gRH9_og/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569585723402537394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's my new friend. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">My aunt said that it looks like David Hyde Pierce and Shakespeare had a baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I named him Leonard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love Leonard.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUsksyTe7FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jvGiw3LEcJY/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUsksyTe7FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jvGiw3LEcJY/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569585716010085458" /></a><br /></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-34800842210787313492011-01-30T19:07:00.000-08:002011-01-30T19:10:23.454-08:00Flan Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUYn9bu0dPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kQtOprAPXSA/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/TUYn9bu0dPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kQtOprAPXSA/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181925659833586" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I ROCKED THE "HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLAN." JUST SAYIN'......</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-89714821407112293132010-03-22T13:37:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:45:42.897-07:00What Is This Madness?????<div align="center">Sam's guinea pig died. We don't know why. Totally fine one day, the next day she was a little sluggish, the day after...dead...as a doornail. I told Sam not to worry, we would get another one someday. Oreo's body wasn't even cold....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Everyone~~~~meet Sir Hopkins Ziffle Ross~~~~the cutest, damn bunny to ever exist.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S6fWDb7lZUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LxOJdjNDJE0/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451561228480898370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S6fWDb7lZUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LxOJdjNDJE0/s400/004.JPG" /></a>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-75154490838556063632010-02-25T07:20:00.000-08:002010-02-25T07:38:17.760-08:00Let me introduce you...<div align="center">Meet Dander, my Sulcata Tortoise and one of the loves of my life. She's only about a year and a half old...just a baby in Sulcata years. She doesn't cuddle very well, she doesn't roll over or beg but I love her just the same. She's also not a huge fan of her photo shoots...that doesn't stop me.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWEI_ux9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/90JLpCOa3Gk/s1600-h/4636_1173581621296_1280707654_474632_3496902_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202197602256850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWEI_ux9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/90JLpCOa3Gk/s400/4636_1173581621296_1280707654_474632_3496902_n.jpg" /></a> She does come toward voices when she's out in the yard and loves to chew on toenails.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWD0xS3RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LZW78_AuL9s/s1600-h/4636_1173581741299_1280707654_474635_5235058_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202192172997906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWD0xS3RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LZW78_AuL9s/s400/4636_1173581741299_1280707654_474635_5235058_n.jpg" /></a><br />Strawberries...a weekly treat. Have you ever seen a tortoise run? Me either. At least not until I put a strawberry in front of her.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDnsiqzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TRlDhoqN-KI/s1600-h/12834_1296403571768_1280707654_865202_143452_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202188663401266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDnsiqzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TRlDhoqN-KI/s400/12834_1296403571768_1280707654_865202_143452_n.jpg" /></a><br />Her "I hate my life, no one understands me, I think I'll turn emo" look.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDc3hWQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ly0Mryd6JsU/s1600-h/dander.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202185756662018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDc3hWQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ly0Mryd6JsU/s400/dander.jpg" /></a><br />I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDItbacI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ro9qrRIO8fk/s1600-h/dander1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202180345620930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S4aWDItbacI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ro9qrRIO8fk/s400/dander1.jpg" /></a>How about some fries with that shake?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-14686326365753429882010-02-19T12:21:00.001-08:002010-02-19T12:27:20.261-08:00Yet ANOTHER New Member of Our FamilyIs this ever going to stop? We have another mouth to feed. Yes, it's a tiny mouth, but it's still a mouth. At last count...2 dogs, 1 guinea pig, 1 tortoise (she's my baby so she doesn't count), a goldfish and now a beta. Everyone meet Peter Parker. He also answers to Spidey, I'm told.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S37zSnZlG8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A8woEMrHgu0/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440052901049605058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S37zSnZlG8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A8woEMrHgu0/s400/036.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-89973715612392374812010-02-18T07:22:00.000-08:002010-02-18T07:48:34.014-08:00Being The Good Mom That I AmNoah's Valentine's party was cancelled...snow day. Yes, it happens, even here in Texas. He was pretty bummed to find out he couldn't hand out his completely awesome X-Men cards that he had hand picked. Being the good mom that I am, I let him have them to play with.<br /><br />Got to school on Monday. Valentine's party is back on and rescheduled for Friday. Yaaay. I'm so excited. This is great! You're going to have so much.......Wait. We don't have any completely awesome X-Men cards to hand out. Crap.<br /><br />That's okay. Being the good mom that I am, I'll just run to Target and get some more on CLEARANCE!!!!!! <br /><br />Nope. It's been picked clean. If the boy has to hand out Bratz Valentine's Day cards, he'll never be able to show his face in pre-school again.<br /><br />Plan B....<br />Being the good mom that I am...we'll make our own!!!!! We meaning me.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cfKCO2dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xkQ33bkv0FA/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605615272843730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cfKCO2dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xkQ33bkv0FA/s400/004.JPG" /></a> Being the good mom that I am...I now have crayons forever under my fingernails.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cdnA9oCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O-cqFVZvqNs/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605588692410402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cdnA9oCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O-cqFVZvqNs/s400/001.JPG" /></a> But these kick X-Men butt any day of the week.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cc0wokQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/irdizrd37JA/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605575202148610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S31cc0wokQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/irdizrd37JA/s400/014.JPG" /></a>Now we just have to slap them on some cardstock with a little saying and voila...... we can walk in there with our heads held high....you know, being the completely awesome kick butt mom that I am....<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-16628867384103225422010-02-08T10:37:00.000-08:002010-02-08T11:19:28.064-08:00Did I even NEED to know this?Here's something you should know...I love my husband. My beer drinking, Copenhagen dipping, Wrangler wearing, hunk of a husband. He's a no filter between the brain and the mouth, tell it like it is kind of guy. See below...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdW2mds5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RHlW1ky2V4Y/s1600-h/6171_1185231112526_1280707654_515029_4416173_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947397431538578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdW2mds5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RHlW1ky2V4Y/s320/6171_1185231112526_1280707654_515029_4416173_n.jpg" /></a> Here's another thing I love...my closet. It's where I keep my treasures, things that I can't bear to part with and basically all my goodies.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdO7eVzpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2DEplaLrNjI/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947261300690578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdO7eVzpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2DEplaLrNjI/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" /></a> Another view. Did I mention I love this place? Thought so...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdOP25PvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/14mZuovM5Yw/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947249592516338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdOP25PvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/14mZuovM5Yw/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" /></a><br />I can't wait for my munchkins to fall asleep just so I can high tail it to my bathroom for a nice long soak with a good book.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdNshemsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fQyheXRjti4/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947240107449026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdNshemsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fQyheXRjti4/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" /></a>Anyhoo, back to the story...</div><div>David gets out of the shower the other day and walks into the kitchen. It goes a little something like this~~~~</div><div><strong><em>David:</em></strong> Hey, I wasn't going to tell you this but there was an old lady in your closet.</div><div><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Explain what you mean by "old lady."</div><div><strong><em>David:</em></strong> Well, I was shaving and I smelled old lady perfume...looked up and she was </div><div>peeking around the door at me. I waved to her and she faded away.</div><div><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> What did she look like?</div><div><strong><em>David:</em></strong> She looked like an old lady with her hair pulled back in a bun. You know, an old lady. </div><div><strong><em>Me:</em></strong> Jesus Jenny, was there some special reason you just HAD to tell me this. <br /><br />Understand this. I LOVE paranormal shows~~~rewind that~~~I LOVED paranormal shows. David has endured this for the longest. He's always said "it's a crock." This is what made his "sighting" even worse.</div><div> </div><div>I now run in and run out. I make my kids sit on the bed with their backs to me while I take a quick bath. They hate their life...that's pretty much a given right now. </div><div> </div><div>By the way, in my mind she looks like this...<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdNDTR0LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/C_mk96YIN8U/s1600-h/picUnknown4_LadyInVictorianDress_04182004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947229042036914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdNDTR0LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/C_mk96YIN8U/s320/picUnknown4_LadyInVictorianDress_04182004.jpg" /></a><br />Oh yeah, this is where you'll find me. The half bath. I love it more and more.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdM5RVTGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0JClYGy1Fts/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947226349522018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S3BdM5RVTGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0JClYGy1Fts/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-32954606792810368622010-02-05T08:42:00.000-08:002010-02-05T17:03:45.815-08:00Can a 3 yr. old get Ick???<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLjf36oHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j7maJP8gTjw/s1600-h/fish.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801923552878706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLjf36oHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j7maJP8gTjw/s320/fish.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLi6qNMXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gqT8L6rwDRY/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801913563263346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLi6qNMXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gqT8L6rwDRY/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLib0sMFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VBL-1lz4pEw/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434801905285738578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S2xLib0sMFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VBL-1lz4pEw/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="left">I know you're asking yourself..."Self, what do these three pictures have in common?" Quick story and easy answer....it goes a little something like this...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>Me</em>: So Carter, what do you want for breakfast?</div><div align="left"><em>Carter</em>: Macaroni & Cheese and Nerds.</div><div align="left"><em>Me</em>: Sounds like an excellent choice, my friend.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Keep in mind, he's the fourth child and the only one left at home. He's babied, to say the least.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Short story long...I make my completely kick ass Kraft Mac & Cheese (hush, I don't want to hear it) and quickly realize that I've used the colander designated for cleaning the fish bowl.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I'm thinking we should have stuck to the breakfast of Nerds.</div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-73043535272158815312010-01-22T08:40:00.000-08:002010-01-22T08:58:52.482-08:00It's quiet...too quiet.<div align="center">Kids are in school and it's quiet time....aaaaaah, the quiet. I love the quiet.</div><div align="center">Wait. I should hear a squeaky voice talking to his Spiderman.</div><div align="center">Where is that voice?</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWS6JtLsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ThMf90YK7QU/s1600-h/carter.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429606446107799234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWS6JtLsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ThMf90YK7QU/s320/carter.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Uh oh...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWSRjauiI/AAAAAAAAADs/smWW1gspOL8/s1600-h/carter1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429606435209787938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWSRjauiI/AAAAAAAAADs/smWW1gspOL8/s320/carter1.jpg" /></a>It's a muffin-sicle<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWR5m-GHI/AAAAAAAAADk/xoZqnr_Hk8g/s1600-h/carter2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429606428782237810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWR5m-GHI/AAAAAAAAADk/xoZqnr_Hk8g/s320/carter2.jpg" /></a>...with jelly of course...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWRe3IIaI/AAAAAAAAADc/TMpDaGF0c1Q/s1600-h/carter3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429606421602247074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1nWRe3IIaI/AAAAAAAAADc/TMpDaGF0c1Q/s320/carter3.jpg" /></a> Love that Munchkin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-85798430890397986392010-01-21T11:21:00.000-08:002010-01-21T11:50:03.673-08:00Holy Macro Batman!!!!!<div align="center">So I decided the go through some of my pictures the other day. Apparently I'm a fan of the macro setting.</div>
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1itYxoHVVI/AAAAAAAAADU/yVRT3-oHaJ8/s1600-h/dandelion.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429279991945188690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1itYxoHVVI/AAAAAAAAADU/yVRT3-oHaJ8/s320/dandelion.bmp" /></a> What<br />
<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1itL773N8I/AAAAAAAAADM/H7UuHIy3xyE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429279771374073794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1itL773N8I/AAAAAAAAADM/H7UuHIy3xyE/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a> the<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1is-t9GB4I/AAAAAAAAADE/IUYZrm7zuwM/s1600-h/monopoly.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429279544282843010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1is-t9GB4I/AAAAAAAAADE/IUYZrm7zuwM/s320/monopoly.bmp" /></a> hell<br /><br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1isy0QEtDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OmpAp3bUtEg/s1600-h/mushroom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429279339814630450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1isy0QEtDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OmpAp3bUtEg/s320/mushroom.jpg" /></a> is</div>
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<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iscIVIscI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UvXD8u9L3DA/s1600-h/mushroom1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429278950067581378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iscIVIscI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UvXD8u9L3DA/s320/mushroom1.bmp" /></a> wrong<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1isCj2Xu2I/AAAAAAAAACs/GdEdLFn2l6A/s1600-h/lizard.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429278510778137442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1isCj2Xu2I/AAAAAAAAACs/GdEdLFn2l6A/s320/lizard.bmp" /></a> with<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1irEoCupcI/AAAAAAAAACk/65fyrfLsfUs/s1600-h/fish.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429277446751823298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1irEoCupcI/AAAAAAAAACk/65fyrfLsfUs/s320/fish.bmp" /></a>me?<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iq5BHYYYI/AAAAAAAAACc/8I5ptjwhC-o/s1600-h/frog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429277247323791746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iq5BHYYYI/AAAAAAAAACc/8I5ptjwhC-o/s320/frog.jpg" /></a>Except the frog. I like the frog.<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqgFs-UdI/AAAAAAAAACU/OGkPhJ7BN8o/s1600-h/chick.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276819058479570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqgFs-UdI/AAAAAAAAACU/OGkPhJ7BN8o/s320/chick.bmp" /></a><br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqf0t2RFI/AAAAAAAAACM/p1-v1ot6AYM/s1600-h/bug.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276814498743378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqf0t2RFI/AAAAAAAAACM/p1-v1ot6AYM/s320/bug.jpg" /></a>...and the baby praying mantis...</div>
<br /><div>If I could have taken him home and bottle fed him...well, I would have.<br /><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqfqbff-I/AAAAAAAAACE/D-JWk0Eo22E/s1600-h/bacon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276811737399266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqfqbff-I/AAAAAAAAACE/D-JWk0Eo22E/s320/bacon.jpg" /></a>and food...gotta have food.</div>
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<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqfN9_CGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yIXnlaLFsa0/s1600-h/burger.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276804097443938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqfN9_CGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yIXnlaLFsa0/s320/burger.jpg" /></a><br />
<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqezWq7KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8V9ElKmau3M/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276796953226402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S1iqezWq7KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8V9ElKmau3M/s320/pizza.jpg" /></a>Nevermind...My name is Stacy and I'm a macro addict. Damn skippy.<br />
<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-81732362621075226322010-01-05T13:18:00.000-08:002010-01-05T13:41:44.277-08:00Life in the Slow LaneSo I've always been fascinated by cicadas. The whole 17 year life cycle thingie completely enthralls me. I can walk around for days and collect the skins...call me weird...it's okay.<br /><br />While spending some time at my parent's house this summer, I started picking them up. Before I knew it, I had a bowl full of critter skins. There had to be something I could do with them. Soooooo, we had a photo shoot.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0OvbHOPNOI/AAAAAAAAABs/0buN0-cXIW0/s1600-h/bug3.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423371256614302946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0OvbHOPNOI/AAAAAAAAABs/0buN0-cXIW0/s320/bug3.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0Ova33ooOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nk9h8nvI20A/s1600-h/bug2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423371252492968162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0Ova33ooOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nk9h8nvI20A/s320/bug2.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0OvatkbvbI/AAAAAAAAABc/gbEU2lxRDPw/s1600-h/bug.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423371249728077234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/S0OvatkbvbI/AAAAAAAAABc/gbEU2lxRDPw/s320/bug.bmp" /></a> </div><div>I know, I know...freakazoid. Can you imagine the Hobby Lobby people when I go to get them matted and framed?<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-76576003366688283382009-12-30T17:10:00.000-08:002009-12-30T17:46:05.033-08:00Could she BE any cuter?Sadie LaRue - Merry Christmas to me!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8PENs76I/AAAAAAAAABU/2vdn4kEESLg/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421203912229973922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8PENs76I/AAAAAAAAABU/2vdn4kEESLg/s320/008.JPG" /></a>Does she even understand the hard life that's ahead of her? Loves, hugs, kisses...the hardest part may be trying to be the star in your own photo shoot.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8O0P7A4I/AAAAAAAAABM/8LkAaa-OGZQ/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421203907944317826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8O0P7A4I/AAAAAAAAABM/8LkAaa-OGZQ/s320/048.JPG" /></a> *Sigh*...oh it's going to be hard indeed...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8OZvAaQI/AAAAAAAAABE/5GFScJ9f9yU/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421203900826937602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8OZvAaQI/AAAAAAAAABE/5GFScJ9f9yU/s320/066.JPG" /></a><br />Um, excuse me, what's going on in here? Who's the furball? No one told me I was going to have to share. Okay kid, let's start by laying down a few ground rules...</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8OGMpp8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LM2b1fPV9m8/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421203895582566338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/Szv8OGMpp8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LM2b1fPV9m8/s320/055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Play Prettieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191222254270756240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591789740894727298.post-66958079604979426682009-12-29T15:41:00.000-08:002009-12-29T16:05:40.540-08:00My Favorite Memories<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/SzqX5Oo8YPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oidMAwsZNj8/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420812110931976434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WUKH2QsH6GM/SzqX5Oo8YPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oidMAwsZNj8/s320/019.JPG" /></a>
<br /><div>Trying to come up with a blog name. What will it be? What will it be about? I searched the dark little corners of my mind and came up with a name. Play Pretties. Some of my favorite memories are of my Grandmother and getting off of the school bus everyday at her house. She would say "walk to the store and get you a play pretty, tell them to put it on the book." That means "bill me" in small town talk. I miss my play pretties and I miss my Grandmother.</div>
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<br /><div>What will the blog be about? Me. </div>
<br /><div>Who am I? A small-town girl in Stepford Hell. </div>
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