tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12053593839420674402024-03-12T23:00:25.034-07:00TEATIMESteatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-2875807569186302072011-03-27T15:12:00.001-07:002011-03-27T15:13:01.717-07:00Take Me Here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYAtG-x-O_CuuF1NGyNIv2KDGhyTM7XmUvNv2m8BmVgYJkLx4jaiG76Y-kU0Dw7gGn0cyogQpF4g5VZJxklXjKaCO8Pe38-iP6WxUic4aiWohHDixjP5D_xBAtey1PhLmT9gYrTFxHV4/s1600/41f1fa43973a08f8ed3cc9f097029164452235db_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYAtG-x-O_CuuF1NGyNIv2KDGhyTM7XmUvNv2m8BmVgYJkLx4jaiG76Y-kU0Dw7gGn0cyogQpF4g5VZJxklXjKaCO8Pe38-iP6WxUic4aiWohHDixjP5D_xBAtey1PhLmT9gYrTFxHV4/s200/41f1fa43973a08f8ed3cc9f097029164452235db_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588886198820615554" /></a>teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-84633053398107205732011-03-20T07:49:00.000-07:002011-03-20T08:07:36.385-07:00My Recipe for Toast!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8w4ODAsVP25NdE37pxBVq0oRHkj6laoRPKkFZMdlh0unuJXYn7WBLZ4RzSUCXIsarrgMFdtv8J9HOEK5gYKhEc-kYIpsej5tD0jvmh76bHIAgw8bCMpmbAiBgA7_jm9kN5-3IRPXuP_g/s1600/DSC03582.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8w4ODAsVP25NdE37pxBVq0oRHkj6laoRPKkFZMdlh0unuJXYn7WBLZ4RzSUCXIsarrgMFdtv8J9HOEK5gYKhEc-kYIpsej5tD0jvmh76bHIAgw8bCMpmbAiBgA7_jm9kN5-3IRPXuP_g/s200/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586178936520260866" /></a><br />You know how all those swanky blogs always have recipes well this is my first one! And it's for toast...<br /><br />I eat it nearly every morning and it may seem like a simple thing but noooo it ain't! <br /><br />Here we go:<br /><br />TOAST:<br /><br />What you will need:<br /><br />1. Good bread... I use Rudy's organic breads.<br /><br />2. Good nut butter, y'all. I'm using Justin's organic classic peanutbutter but switch it up and use almond or heck cashew (I've never tried it... it scares me)<br /><br />3. Agave nectar, honey or maple syrup.<br /><br />4. Cut up bananas or strawberries or anything really that would be turned in to a jam but isn't yet so it is better... see?<br /><br />Alrighty. First off toast the bread (important right?). while you are doing this you can be retrieving your ingredients, chopping fruit, putting on coffee. This makes the noise of the popping up toast very exciting because you aren't watching it and it goes "pop" and you go, "yay my toast is ready." Now carefully pick up toasted bread that has reached your desired level of toastiness (I like it over medium.. if I wanted soft bread heck I wouldn't be making toast!)<br />This is important! Have you nut butter ready for application. You want the warmth of the bread to soften the butter and it smooths so much better! Once applied, Now lightly drip agave nectar across the top (This ain't no toaster strudel, a little goes a long way!) I like adding that twinge of sweetness because most good nut butters don't have sugar added which gives you control of the sweetness!<br />Now time for the fruit. Jam is so sweet and wonderful and I love it dearly but lately I have been just straight up adding bananas and strawberries and blueberries and blackberries to my toast... It is healthier and I prefer it. (give me a biscuit and be ready to hand me that jam but this is different I feel)<br />Now you can choose to clean up now or leave it for after you eat. I usually go ahead and put things up but always decide to have another piece and regret putting everything away. <br />Now your coffee should be ready and you add a little cream (I don't need sugar because of the twinge of sweetness to my toast!)<br /><br />There you have it! I can't believe I just wrote how I make toast.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-16771456687252470422011-02-20T08:15:00.000-08:002011-02-20T08:19:44.339-08:00Betsy Phillips: Amateur Detective<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQw_BFCExgPAEbScRplwYYPC7a0l-Hg9MkMnQacxrDCsjELMawk1j9BxVEPlmM4Iap5JGRbf7tcojMkXSrfNe4ynlvc8SPnTzT-t6VKvQGCm4wzjHHCT9aIWl3hzWa1l6WN1ptzclOE4/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQw_BFCExgPAEbScRplwYYPC7a0l-Hg9MkMnQacxrDCsjELMawk1j9BxVEPlmM4Iap5JGRbf7tcojMkXSrfNe4ynlvc8SPnTzT-t6VKvQGCm4wzjHHCT9aIWl3hzWa1l6WN1ptzclOE4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575807159566346002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYORe5yuMH673Zv2wee0oNqKJJT9wGs3EkDrN3NA_PBQvYKaHcAYpKZy1LRu7i8LU5JNkNeJonxbR4DyN2KY71clKnLKmYIbfJFqoQkYF8Pe7-AELl-cQ_PyJczCX5CYCgXjP4DDIkVn0/s1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYORe5yuMH673Zv2wee0oNqKJJT9wGs3EkDrN3NA_PBQvYKaHcAYpKZy1LRu7i8LU5JNkNeJonxbR4DyN2KY71clKnLKmYIbfJFqoQkYF8Pe7-AELl-cQ_PyJczCX5CYCgXjP4DDIkVn0/s200/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575807154556526994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjads0tYhU3eXKxlFCUDbYy5986gyT0I6qNkkXTfMKs94Q4ZPnrmCId-zX6IRO6UC4zN6GL4_1NJx8Jj_nS7TCNFLhgH2kEPeuaknBsD5yOBH24vSAfzHStkeeIES9B7vecExo6Pepdcig/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjads0tYhU3eXKxlFCUDbYy5986gyT0I6qNkkXTfMKs94Q4ZPnrmCId-zX6IRO6UC4zN6GL4_1NJx8Jj_nS7TCNFLhgH2kEPeuaknBsD5yOBH24vSAfzHStkeeIES9B7vecExo6Pepdcig/s200/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575807149667177698" /></a><br />My dream is to be an amateur detective like Nancy Drew. Here's to mysteries!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-84648245103755948412011-02-12T19:39:00.000-08:002011-02-12T19:42:27.734-08:00Today is the Day....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDcV-N35CeW1xUEUaD16U6McBmE9jr2oqcVtYPftXmicw6VKrFMgMsWMSRfnz0GXBXcdRIl0nWI2hqkTH8PwGo_zyJllCIVrrI74J31xc_qwasq1KBg19w1bw43R4JIPK9ffceTSuGCo/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDcV-N35CeW1xUEUaD16U6McBmE9jr2oqcVtYPftXmicw6VKrFMgMsWMSRfnz0GXBXcdRIl0nWI2hqkTH8PwGo_zyJllCIVrrI74J31xc_qwasq1KBg19w1bw43R4JIPK9ffceTSuGCo/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573014432354232018" /></a><br />Matty Lindley fell in love with tomatoes. Big day.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-33020355913761989982011-01-24T20:18:00.000-08:002011-01-24T20:20:19.470-08:00Right Now.Bedtime tea.<br />Bourdain.<br />Austin Stone sermons online. <br /><br />I can't get enough of Jesus. <br /><br />Also, daydreaming about finally being married to Matthew Lindley. I can hardly wait.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-53474483180239784102011-01-03T13:32:00.000-08:002011-01-03T13:59:11.014-08:00I don't ever want to forget that moment!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixovYBAKpFzCSZWgPyGoVFmI4vKJyGO1GQAFQ8M9qRLd6KtS1FcpMHRAFe5zD6oEem5rb5GCtvmyQN9w3_DeP1NeS1JjRwgd58zFh8YYSmyBxrHPU4rBi01zoFP78Pp8MMGDnf-R72A2s/s1600/n1551360047_30013418_4967.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixovYBAKpFzCSZWgPyGoVFmI4vKJyGO1GQAFQ8M9qRLd6KtS1FcpMHRAFe5zD6oEem5rb5GCtvmyQN9w3_DeP1NeS1JjRwgd58zFh8YYSmyBxrHPU4rBi01zoFP78Pp8MMGDnf-R72A2s/s200/n1551360047_30013418_4967.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082559893197138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIR2g6icWn5vNbVGdw073pmjhibf9O84hCieWRh7Ccj8__0LXKjKnXBGwndwgEwAoeebkXSrRYibb5yTFN3DQLANKCe7Xlhvarf74NLEuTG03WOuUDMFUG9pc0FM9sQFRBt0cQSPuS94/s1600/n96402092_30575052_1308.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIR2g6icWn5vNbVGdw073pmjhibf9O84hCieWRh7Ccj8__0LXKjKnXBGwndwgEwAoeebkXSrRYibb5yTFN3DQLANKCe7Xlhvarf74NLEuTG03WOuUDMFUG9pc0FM9sQFRBt0cQSPuS94/s200/n96402092_30575052_1308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082554744238034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnucnZcJk7ZkIEw-6I4SxcsrvTn_vEIcjnIs4Y23iAS9y06disFmrlANDO1rdrRmPGjJTgoN_vIJLVXUbUYFnlvjHXaOevQ1HV2ajv3RAc6Sq7R8sGN2snxDR-hY427kmJ8nf-3gGZIA/s1600/4291_516630117905_96400260_30680334_1753882_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnucnZcJk7ZkIEw-6I4SxcsrvTn_vEIcjnIs4Y23iAS9y06disFmrlANDO1rdrRmPGjJTgoN_vIJLVXUbUYFnlvjHXaOevQ1HV2ajv3RAc6Sq7R8sGN2snxDR-hY427kmJ8nf-3gGZIA/s200/4291_516630117905_96400260_30680334_1753882_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082545605092610" /></a><br />On New Year's Eve right at midnight I welcomed 2011 as an engaged woman! <br /><br />The whole night was beautiful. Matt and I hosted a wonderful party at my family's lake house where we grilled, sat with blankets under twinkly lights, shot off fire works, made a fire in the fire pit and DANCED. Oh yeah we danced! <br />With five minutes to midnight we gathered in a circle (all 30-40 of our dearest friends/family) as the neighbors shot off pretty fireworks. We started the countdown at 30 seconds. 30 29 28... everyone was screaming!... 15 14 13... I was distracted by all the fireworks happening and Chris holding a massive one that he would soon light and nearly burn himself severely... 5 4 3... Matt had to yell my name twice to get me to look over at him... 2...1... Then everything went silent and blurred. I looked over at Matt as he asked, "Will you marry me?" He proceeded to get down on one knee. Despite all the commotion it was as if it was just him and me standing there in the middle of muffled shouts and sparkling lights. I need to see the pictures to see my face because I hear it was a good and shocked one. My favorite part was being able to sense in that moment how nervous/excited my boy was. All the anticipation of the countdown collided in an epic moment! <br /><br />I'm so so so so joyful and happy that so many people I love were in the same place for such a special night. <br /><br />Matt and I decided yesterday that it is impossible for anyone else to have better friends! <br /><br />Please be praying for us... we will keep everyone updated on when our little wedding will happen! <br /><br />For now we will continue to bliss out on each other and the fact that we are both marrying our bestest/dumbest friend. <br /><br />Love you all!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-82939995506346746892010-12-21T06:19:00.000-08:002010-12-21T06:25:57.787-08:00This is what I see in the morning...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HZ4RvYgKDLAwzgbRn1U3g9UIfHa1FhuylVfi_8mVuXJBemCIeaKxhYTDWvhDhZRjCVUkuSlbqwLdKRyhiTBg_QZZzWHghOtyo9XPdgdrZnzEQqv1EIcNyVj7tGbuR1sZyejfNeuFjSA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-21+at+08.17.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HZ4RvYgKDLAwzgbRn1U3g9UIfHa1FhuylVfi_8mVuXJBemCIeaKxhYTDWvhDhZRjCVUkuSlbqwLdKRyhiTBg_QZZzWHghOtyo9XPdgdrZnzEQqv1EIcNyVj7tGbuR1sZyejfNeuFjSA/s200/Photo+on+2010-12-21+at+08.17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553141495397333058" /></a><br />I'm sitting in my breakfast "nook" this morning with the cool breeze flowing freely in as I listen to a sermon online. <br />I like to think of everyone else around the country who is just waking up too. Maybe they are still comfy in bed or already cooking breakfast. My favorite image is of a happy family still in their pajamas, the kids still too sleepy to be annoying :)... kidding! <br /><br />I feel thankful to have a warm bed and breakfast "nook" in the first place. I don't deserve it all. <br /><br />I keep putting my hopes in fleeting seasons of life. Beauty, clothes, health do not satisfy my soul... this is one of the evidences that I do indeed have a soul. The only time it is content is in worship of Yahweh, God, Jesus.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-40116132732824924242010-12-18T15:19:00.000-08:002010-12-18T15:22:48.765-08:00December 18th, 2010Today I:<br /><br />Felt a wee bit better<br /><br />Got good Christmas presents for my family at Half Price Books<br /><br />Went to the grocery<br /><br />Made grilled cheese<br /><br />Made chocolate chunk cookies for my boy<br /><br />Watched an episode of Dawson's Creek<br /><br />Cleaned my apartment<br /><br />Attempted to go for a run <br /><br />Painted my nails<br /><br />Played my guitar<br /><br />Now I'm waiting on Matthew Lindley to come over so we can go see Easy A at the dollar theatre!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-61529572440948996442010-12-18T11:37:00.000-08:002010-12-18T11:39:14.852-08:00I WANT TO LIVE IN THE WORLD OF NANNY MCPHEE.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2y0K1eEfkNW7uEyypufA-F34vjkCOX9slBQ6HSkCxShHdrQyN16lUX408xvILsYLMg9AodigTwiA0b5Fu5Y88ANkUQxLTZN7zZHve6fV1aqTtoBc7cNuUyqOrQ5DYgd2y8o0U1xcFOE4/s1600/images-4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2y0K1eEfkNW7uEyypufA-F34vjkCOX9slBQ6HSkCxShHdrQyN16lUX408xvILsYLMg9AodigTwiA0b5Fu5Y88ANkUQxLTZN7zZHve6fV1aqTtoBc7cNuUyqOrQ5DYgd2y8o0U1xcFOE4/s200/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552108879097787394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvKr9ARhkdWzpS5vz1_fgEJwcHAbaB2C63yE2-NpqRfzBN2qQiPxOINU7JYvKS5HvZt5lYUVGxEkqrkVCvgPJDF46wDY8KNN4jL5rjEtG-WWO5ULZBe8KYmM0wyBNMNjI1yV5YR4xWXc/s1600/images-3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvKr9ARhkdWzpS5vz1_fgEJwcHAbaB2C63yE2-NpqRfzBN2qQiPxOINU7JYvKS5HvZt5lYUVGxEkqrkVCvgPJDF46wDY8KNN4jL5rjEtG-WWO5ULZBe8KYmM0wyBNMNjI1yV5YR4xWXc/s200/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552108873032050866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8YeFQCvzw57-bSQt0yNWqOQ_d9oCOUGmouOD1AAkPW9IaHIuZO6uGHu5LbLtrJpnnoTGyYosdPZM4JERLI5BGHuTA2O1EP0WCHGuOt_5oOEZ2VHoluZCB6i1fvqozC1HhKtEJmv2THc/s1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8YeFQCvzw57-bSQt0yNWqOQ_d9oCOUGmouOD1AAkPW9IaHIuZO6uGHu5LbLtrJpnnoTGyYosdPZM4JERLI5BGHuTA2O1EP0WCHGuOt_5oOEZ2VHoluZCB6i1fvqozC1HhKtEJmv2THc/s200/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552108869800260114" /></a>teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-41936194731733441352010-12-07T07:13:00.000-08:002010-12-07T07:26:14.672-08:00Adventures and Sunsets.I was walking last night and had a thought...<br /><br />I am not an arrogant enough human being to rule out the possibilities that there is more than what my eyes can see...<br /><br />and I am not an arrogant enough Christian to think I have it all figured out. <br /><br />But when it comes down to it, what really matters, as I take my walks in a new season's chill and watch as the sun sets on yet another day and as my soul is awakened in powerful worship, I'm not dumb enough to ignore the fact that if this is just a glimpse of His love, I better not waste any more time on nonsense and fleeting desires. <br /><br />I want to embrace this world for my God is alive in it... I will consume the adventure and will gladly in turn be consumed. <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjyYT__dsIs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjyYT__dsIs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-41745897348451673832010-11-30T12:07:00.000-08:002010-11-30T12:10:45.703-08:00What I have been watching lately...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuQdTF_3B6rK3Vo6GhjYDpFYOV8XXfC2fKoQT_E0e3UnFZJpoNuGiFDMPGq-STwl0fPGNUGeBS1deBphDJMRNSk-D3NnsF_oghIq3_u2iSIMis5RNACoI2VgfT6PLyoZhcO1gd-sz4eE/s1600/pushing-daisies-cast._V11953147_.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuQdTF_3B6rK3Vo6GhjYDpFYOV8XXfC2fKoQT_E0e3UnFZJpoNuGiFDMPGq-STwl0fPGNUGeBS1deBphDJMRNSk-D3NnsF_oghIq3_u2iSIMis5RNACoI2VgfT6PLyoZhcO1gd-sz4eE/s200/pushing-daisies-cast._V11953147_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545437309965021522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IDTk4wG6zbZUVnyIFpseLlKMUU-8wL79CoXoH_HNdS7a49bYJHrQHK6sYFlbhebxJ0i6PLaqjzxD-eCpJdzwbEepJHAzzi_fjFVMaIdLqQSLOVP8-mq2iesZGJIfJ9wgVgW4nr0O1hA/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IDTk4wG6zbZUVnyIFpseLlKMUU-8wL79CoXoH_HNdS7a49bYJHrQHK6sYFlbhebxJ0i6PLaqjzxD-eCpJdzwbEepJHAzzi_fjFVMaIdLqQSLOVP8-mq2iesZGJIfJ9wgVgW4nr0O1hA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545437301318787394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpACMZ2rN2Lad3BF6BgwW2UoEsz-12W-eJgO6EwDgwRmNgyUIweJdauotoXYGAaSiM8P5DUtyRZB0c-gVaIhV6MXFusgZu9Am9rle9R4SghoXNIT2mXKlrpMKe2JkYzsG7bJy2hZ6eDs4/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpACMZ2rN2Lad3BF6BgwW2UoEsz-12W-eJgO6EwDgwRmNgyUIweJdauotoXYGAaSiM8P5DUtyRZB0c-gVaIhV6MXFusgZu9Am9rle9R4SghoXNIT2mXKlrpMKe2JkYzsG7bJy2hZ6eDs4/s200/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545437300390970610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilN9iNCYM0VThCrIFnG3Q1A5yBm50QDz-aERdUUg7bXB3ofQnYYC4WfAh9YIn2OJ6roGEJI3Waa02c9RUtLoTorQysAd7b2ISqDLzZzSN7Y1crg0Mgy8PFFpFVE3b6wRxEpso0_J937ao/s1600/big-fish-movie-poster-1020477298.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilN9iNCYM0VThCrIFnG3Q1A5yBm50QDz-aERdUUg7bXB3ofQnYYC4WfAh9YIn2OJ6roGEJI3Waa02c9RUtLoTorQysAd7b2ISqDLzZzSN7Y1crg0Mgy8PFFpFVE3b6wRxEpso0_J937ao/s200/big-fish-movie-poster-1020477298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545437260168840978" /></a><br /><br />Pushing Daisies always, Fawlty Towers! Love it, Secret Window. Oh Johnny!, and Big Fish last night :)teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-49227669505805572532010-11-25T08:03:00.000-08:002010-11-25T08:06:30.122-08:00Through Rows of Mermaid Intwined Shrubbery.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaB7EYYH7kPCvB9wPE4rPuehT5TNzZbhpA2NARwYayp7kmstI_gQrEnNSwRX4udsp618UBZ5VgzVM78jjsW0bDKiuQihHBoe581Tp4D1s00l5lCiyf4drwGxzMy18HzT9saUXEvGmp0fs/s1600/797_08_06_2009_2_56_36_Eisley-photo1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaB7EYYH7kPCvB9wPE4rPuehT5TNzZbhpA2NARwYayp7kmstI_gQrEnNSwRX4udsp618UBZ5VgzVM78jjsW0bDKiuQihHBoe581Tp4D1s00l5lCiyf4drwGxzMy18HzT9saUXEvGmp0fs/s200/797_08_06_2009_2_56_36_Eisley-photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543519366060339554" /></a><br />Last night my beautiful boy and I saw Eisley at the Parish... It was lovely. They rocked it.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-11210172015086998852010-11-17T06:25:00.000-08:002010-11-17T06:29:57.307-08:00Fin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPRKaaMEhhLE8KW9ZIm4MHNgoVSx07l8SQidSCkSTSlGEi6zj_PE_9QRpoWumdA21a7Qji2OA6wxV9V-91qZFdiVwNvrDZ1FLRkHJuaQ03Ctk-B0YNqixT3f7Fg6O9gd5ddsY9FSck8M/s1600/26c387cc756c8227d13a11495619fc0930f436d1_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPRKaaMEhhLE8KW9ZIm4MHNgoVSx07l8SQidSCkSTSlGEi6zj_PE_9QRpoWumdA21a7Qji2OA6wxV9V-91qZFdiVwNvrDZ1FLRkHJuaQ03Ctk-B0YNqixT3f7Fg6O9gd5ddsY9FSck8M/s200/26c387cc756c8227d13a11495619fc0930f436d1_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540525450767226226" /></a><br />He reached the top of the stairs and immediately saw double doors opened to a pale-lit room. “Mrs. Godwin?” There was no reply. Theodore stepped into the shadowed room looking above him at the decaying ceiling and below him at the dark stained floors. He approached the window as if a moth to a flame, drawn to the only light available. Darkness was around him, encroaching upon his spot lit frame. His foot hit something, what he soon noticed as a rocking chair, the same he had noticed in the pictures of the young men. He then looked to the window and realized it was also the same. The heat from the room, the damp and dirty air all seemed to contribute to the boy’s fleeting consciousness. “What is happening to me?” Theodore asked himself. He rested his hand on the windowsill for he found he could hardly hold himself up. The room faced the back field behind the house that held a single peach tree, struggling it seemed to hold itself up as well. It was dying. <br /> A slight creek caused Theodore to turn around with a shocking movement. The jolt caused his legs to buckle and for his body to find the chair with slight relief. A glowing glare came from the shadows as Theodore tried to hide his eyes from it. He was now squinting in an attempt to make out what was causing this growing discomfort. <br /> “Teddy dear.” The voice was bold and jagged. “Mrs… God… win.” He responded without breath. A skeleton hand soon appeared holding the same knife the old woman had used to cut the pie, peach pieces oozing down the blade and onto the floor. The rest of her petite body soon accompanied the haunted hand, both now a few steps from Theodore in the dim light from the setting sun. <br /> Theodore could no longer move. “I’m glad you liked the pie, son.” His eyes wondered to the right side of the encroaching figure where he found a black camera resting on its stand. His helpless body crouched low in the wooden chair, his eyes fighting to stay open. He used his last strength to stare at the now towering face above him.<br /> “Teddy dear, how would you like to become my 13th ribbon?”teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-84661911539073183022010-11-14T07:47:00.000-08:002010-11-14T07:49:03.768-08:00Pt. 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-_jOKx9jGSESaM25pc0KIIT9BR-p676vf8PC2bacFFvtpojjV2y0jTctpOgvnRzoQOpvqhRK5arlMRNp20We1R7Bd5QcvyQJFlpP4aS-VLNtNX9Jz16O8GUkgmuTz1iJG-cBp2FDdXA/s1600/a9c97fd30fdf30b441dab55c763d150a2833ddea_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-_jOKx9jGSESaM25pc0KIIT9BR-p676vf8PC2bacFFvtpojjV2y0jTctpOgvnRzoQOpvqhRK5arlMRNp20We1R7Bd5QcvyQJFlpP4aS-VLNtNX9Jz16O8GUkgmuTz1iJG-cBp2FDdXA/s200/a9c97fd30fdf30b441dab55c763d150a2833ddea_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539432940169217618" /></a><br />The boy slowly picked up the fork next to his chipped tea plate that held the vile pastry. Under the intense stare of Mrs. Godwin, Theodore sectioned a liberal bite onto his fork and then into his resistant mouth. He tried his hardest not to gag, looking back at the peach that the worm once inhabited. The pie was sour, having been made with expired milk and too much sugar. After a bit of force, Theodore swallowed what he guesses was the most disgusting thing he had ever eaten. <br /> “Well Teddy?” “Very, uh, very delicious.” The old woman jumped up and clapped her hands together with delight. “Say Mrs. Godwin, could I use her bathroom?” The boy was afraid he may throw up and it seemed like a good excuse to avoid a second bite. “Why sure son, just round the corner to your left. Theodore left the woman humming happily behind him. <br /> The floor creaked loudly underneath his feet as he hurried into the small washroom. It was unlike the other rooms in the sense that it was very bright, too bright. The single bulb hanging from the ceiling nearly blinded his ill adjusted eyes. The edges of the mirror were rusted and the dark green wallpaper peeled at its corners. Theodore rushed lukewarm water all over his face searching for some sort of relief. He looked up into the mirror at his reflection. His youthful face seemed to have aged a few years; it’s distraught expression almost unrecognizable from the handsome one he left at the front door. “Alright, once you go back just politely excuse yourself for lack of time. The sun will soon be setting and you have to get back before dark.” The salesman forced the phony smile he often had to wear in his line of work and stepped back into the hall between the stairs and the wall. A wall that now Theodore noticed held a row of pictures of young men. All were framed but most did not meet the dimensions of their encasing. Most seemed to be taken in the same dark room, a room that Theodore could not place. All he could make out was the same window’s edge that allowed a glimmer of pale light to hauntingly wash over the subjects. Each of the men was sitting with the same blank expression on their white faces. Once again Theodore ridiculously thought of the boys as sitting corpses, knives in their backs waiting to be revealed. <br /> Theodore’s uneasy feeling heightened as he creaked slowly down the hall, staring at each of the twelve-framed pictures. What was once an excusable nauseous feeling was now growing into slightly inexcusable fear. Something was urging Theodore to leave, even without a goodbye to the old woman, her feelings somehow not as important as they were ten minutes before. <br /> The boy turned toward the door but then was stopped by silence. Mrs. Godwin’s humming was no longer coming from the kitchen, and stillness overwhelmed his body. “Mmmrs. Godwin?” His own voice seemed to frighten him, his breathless call seeming too loud in the quiet. A creak and a thud bellowed from above him. Silence again. <br /> His vision began to narrow and his head felt suddenly light as if he was losing control of his body, losing the will to stay standing. “Teddy dear?” Theodore looked up from where the voice had come from. “Teddy darling? Could you come up here for a moment?” Theodore stumbled forward a bit and mustered enough strength to say, “Mrs. Godwin? I must go. The sun is setting and I have to get back before nightfall.” “Oh Teddy. It will just take a moment. I’ve gotten myself into quite a pickle up here and need a young man like yourself to help me.” <br /> His vision still narrowing and his heart beating unexplainably fast, the salesman began climbing the stairs in order to appease the old lady one last time so he could then and forever leave the Godwin house.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-16709638724270575132010-11-13T09:36:00.000-08:002010-11-13T09:37:40.102-08:00Pt. 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilW41gDaP9apeGhrL64e6br_pNiQeNQcn_-e92jZrnU_DXZ8YLXGjcx1J_VdiTM025n8au0W1ahbLqvUqekCCSvxiAKhpzmVQrMIrPHcMmVlfk0lVpuSFfgiuRqC-Bw6iDx3Fi4KGAcBg/s1600/088ccda72a67de925eab1c9f9bef93a58c73819a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilW41gDaP9apeGhrL64e6br_pNiQeNQcn_-e92jZrnU_DXZ8YLXGjcx1J_VdiTM025n8au0W1ahbLqvUqekCCSvxiAKhpzmVQrMIrPHcMmVlfk0lVpuSFfgiuRqC-Bw6iDx3Fi4KGAcBg/s200/088ccda72a67de925eab1c9f9bef93a58c73819a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539089816378079490" /></a><br />The salesman couldn’t place it but it did smell rotten and stale. He tried to stay focused on the steaming brown pie in front of him. “I have a peach tree out back so I have the freshest peach pie you will ever taste.” Mrs. Godwin sang with a smile as she prepared to cut into her masterpiece. Her back now turned to him; Theodore took his chance to intently survey the kitchen. It felt dirty and damp. Old dishes were piled high in the sink and a persistent fly buzzed frantically for the rotting food left on the floral trimmed plates. The ingredients from the pie had not been put away. Eggshells and butter were messily strewn upon the stained countertops leading towards a small basket of peaches. Theodore was appalled by their state. They were not fresh at all, their skin brown and wrinkled. He noticed something in one, something perhaps moving inside. He stared intently and gasped when a worm broke through to the outside from within. Theodore’s stomach turned and his heart sank as Mrs. Godwin turned around with a large piece he knew was for him. <br /> “She must have lost it a long time ago,” thought Theodore. He had heard rumors of the Godwin woman who went off her rocker and hadn’t been down to the town since some such tragedy. Theodore had always felt sorry for her and had decided to visit today although the other salesmen had avoided the house, a decision he was regretting more and more. <br /> “Here you are Teddy!” The old woman was no longer sweet or one to feel sorry for. She still held the knife used to cut the pie in her right hand as she placed his plate in front of him with her right. The salesman now was sweating more than he had been outside. “Oh dear you look like you could use some lemonade.” The old woman made her way to the refrigerator as Theodore searched his mind for excuses to leave in a hurry. He was distracted however when a giant cockroach scurried out as Mrs. Godwin opened the Fridge to retrieve the pale yellow drink from inside it. The boy sunk lower and his stomach began to churn. “You know Mrs. Godwin, I just realized the… time. I really should be going or my dad will be angry.” <br /> The petite lady stopped mid-pour and turned wearing the same stare as when he had first laid eyes on her. Theodore stood up hesitantly inching towards the door. He stopped however as soon as that same pitiful face came back to Mrs. Godwin, the sadness returning to her brown eyes. “But you didn’t even touch the pie, I have a record twelve blue ribbons for it.” She said meekly pointing to a frame on the wall holding twelve faded first place ribbons from the county fair. “Oh I know, I’ve heard marvelous things about it, I just, uh, I just must be going.” The old woman dropped the glass of lemonade she was still holding in her skeleton hand and cursed frantically at the sight of the mess. Theodore quickly came to her aid and grabbed the nearest towel to help clean up the small puddle. “Oh I’m sorry Teddy. How clumsy I am!” <br /> The old woman began to sob quietly as she sat down to watch the salesman clean her mistake. “Oh now it’s okay Mrs. Godwin, please don’t cry… You know, I will just have to tell my dad that something important came up on my route with a potential client. He will understand.” Theodore took a quick glance at the front door that was about to be his exit moments ago and with an internal sigh he sat back down in his creaking seat. “Oh Teddy! That is so very sweet of you. I don’t get much company you see and you will love the pie, I just know it.”teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-38263681026801389712010-11-12T05:59:00.000-08:002010-11-12T06:01:26.421-08:00Pt.2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREJgSNuW5EAVFadBze9LIt7cbIH38MEliHdqVMLF7JLQ3CAojzCxdj9-2vSQJvj7ne71O1N4CdO24U_kdoSXoa2xQO-dN8DIxreGMGE4eYNGyPjQXBoEcRMRE1kPOWcctvpQhBbH1IP0/s1600/77df0fd1f7a69fb9a6f21d62a4d93fa680b3c92a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREJgSNuW5EAVFadBze9LIt7cbIH38MEliHdqVMLF7JLQ3CAojzCxdj9-2vSQJvj7ne71O1N4CdO24U_kdoSXoa2xQO-dN8DIxreGMGE4eYNGyPjQXBoEcRMRE1kPOWcctvpQhBbH1IP0/s200/77df0fd1f7a69fb9a6f21d62a4d93fa680b3c92a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538663031311085650" /></a><br />His lines were now delivered and an awkward moment of silence followed as if the crowd did not deem the actor worthy to be praised with applause after his monologue. Theodore shifted his eyes for he found eye contact to be much too intimidating with Mrs. Godwin, even if she came up well below his shoulders. <br /> As if awakened shockingly from sleep, a smile presented itself swiftly across the old woman’s face. “Well Teddy, I don’t have much need for a vacuum, my floors are good ole hardwood.” She leaned to the side so the boy could see into her home. There were indeed hardwood floors but in severe need of cleaning and maintenance. The stairs were to the left, hugging the wall towards the second story and straight ahead was a room that Theodore took for the kitchen. “Ahh, I see. Well if there is ever any other appliance you’re in need of, you know where to find the best deals.” “Well I’m mighty happy you stopped by because my poor knees can’t take the trek down my hill towards town so I don’t get out much, don’t get to see many people.” Theodore noticed the pitiful look that came over her oval face and the sadness appear in her small brown eyes. “I know ma’am. Your house is a little off my route but I decided to check in on you anyways.” Her face lit up at this notion and she grabbed Theodore’s hand in appreciation. The boy was surprised at the strong grip of the petite lady. “Say, Teddy how about you come in for a nice cool glass of lemonade and a piece of peach pie.” <br /> Theodore knew he had a number of houses left on his day’s assignment and that his father would be angry if he was late getting back to the store, but lemonade sounded heavenly to the overheated salesman and he had once heard that “crazy” Mrs. Godwin used to be famous for her pies in the county fair. “Why sure Mrs. Godwin, that sounds very nice.” <br /> The old lady did not let go of his hand and Theodore did not want to admit that the elderly woman was almost hurting it as she led him through the door. The temperature did not change from the outside unfortunately for the salesman. In fact, it was much worse now that he was inside for the cool breeze was now locked out by the dark walls and the air felt thick and stagnant. “Right this way Teddy.” Mrs. Godwin led him past the foyer into the room after the stairs, which was indeed the kitchen. The whole house felt dark, no lighting or lamps could be found although ironically you would need them to find them. There was a shallow flood of light from what Theodore assumed was an upstairs window but even in the kitchen the windows were small and blocked by the sky blue shutters. At first the boy was pleased with the smell of a freshly baked pie he noticed hot from the oven but then his nose found the stench the pie was attempting to mask.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-5664189165521859682010-11-10T07:02:00.000-08:002010-11-10T07:08:02.865-08:00Mrs. Godwin's Prize Pt. 1 by Me (Betsy Phillips)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi7qLv0w158n5Pvofr2LA1uzXmh1RRrBHN8TmvYVO9xKZAYGTvAdNZY2H8J_Ob7hWWtqJC4O1H9K4rnrc5VZsyCZVsqQvlxx_Bz5XvbhIbtXqfCzN8XUNTpM8142bCpXYNmTQGwGMjCU/s1600/2620325810083882142fzhTAD_fs.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi7qLv0w158n5Pvofr2LA1uzXmh1RRrBHN8TmvYVO9xKZAYGTvAdNZY2H8J_Ob7hWWtqJC4O1H9K4rnrc5VZsyCZVsqQvlxx_Bz5XvbhIbtXqfCzN8XUNTpM8142bCpXYNmTQGwGMjCU/s200/2620325810083882142fzhTAD_fs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537938018758261986" /></a><br />The house looked abandoned. It sat secluded on the outskirts of Jasper County with infrequent foot traffic passing by. Mild hills rolled around and behind 212 Country Lane but it rested upon the tallest one making it a rather steep climb to the front light blue wooden door. The sky blue color matched the shutters but both exposed the original color of wood underneath and the white house itself did the same as its accessories. <br /> Theodore, dripping with sweat underneath the Texas summer sun, made a quick glance at the mailbox that read Godwin proudly in bold letters before beginning the short but difficult journey up the makeshift stairs towards the house. <br /> Once the young man, 25 with golden hair and a blue suit required of him to wear despite the weather, reached the decaying porch he took a moment to gather himself before finally knocking three times. At first there was silence, all Theodore could here was the sound of cicadas buzzing in the trees then a slight noise presented itself. Beginning softly then growing in volume and proximity, the boy heard a rhythmic stomp coming towards him. Theodore now knew someone to be on the other side of the door but gathered they were looking through the peephole at their guest. After a brief second the door creaked open to an elderly woman with grey hair tucked neatly on top of her round face. <br /> “Hello Mrs. Godwin, my name is Theodore Vance from Vance Appliances.” The salesman had presented his pitch numerous times but found himself trailing off under the focused and intense stare of the tiny old lady in front of him. “We have, uh, a special sale on vacuums today…” Theodore couldn’t help but notice that the woman looked almost angry to see him. Her head dipped a little low but her eyes stood straight, as if surveying his soul. The boy ridiculously thought of the times in the movies when a victim stands in place in front of the screen then falls forward revealing a knife in their back. “They come in a variety of colors…” Theodore almost was ready to catch the old lady in case she fainted or indeed was already dead. He gathered her to merely be 90 pounds, her tiny waist defined by a scuffed white belt, holding together her grey floral print dress. Not being one for fashion, the salesman did find it odd that a floral pattern not be depicted in color. “You won’t find a better price in town.”teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-62009047459605112522010-11-05T11:25:00.000-07:002010-11-05T11:28:31.523-07:00Where Have I been?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TUBdWaabwXWbHkDSjBbFtp-MP4E5xbQ4e0LNEh6922xNUfiCKIovrLa2x-pK1euJt-1sZXOt-srV-odtNr2E7X2DLAi0Fql1u5EVT3ehcgoSppJbA33PreWOvsYW6tCTpn33pM4ic2I/s1600/6a00d83451d81c69e201348381f4a1970c-350wi.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TUBdWaabwXWbHkDSjBbFtp-MP4E5xbQ4e0LNEh6922xNUfiCKIovrLa2x-pK1euJt-1sZXOt-srV-odtNr2E7X2DLAi0Fql1u5EVT3ehcgoSppJbA33PreWOvsYW6tCTpn33pM4ic2I/s200/6a00d83451d81c69e201348381f4a1970c-350wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536134214616738354" /></a><br />I've been up, down and all around for the past couple of weeks.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-92187368023136359032010-10-29T09:46:00.000-07:002010-10-29T09:47:25.161-07:00Musak.www.myspace.com/betsyphillipsmusicteatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-4673139789656057202010-10-20T20:43:00.001-07:002010-10-20T21:14:25.690-07:00Memories Pt. 1I just had an overwhelming urge to write down as many memories as I could from my life so far...<br /><br />I remember Pennsylvania Avenue in New Braunfels. That is where I came home from the hospitable ( I don't actually remember that part.) I remember our dog lovebug chasing me around the living room and my first babysitter Nell who I loved and her ancient dog whose name I sadly have forgotten (and the one time my brother and I rushed in to her house to catch the second part of the Saved By the Bell movie in Las Vegas) <br />I remember football and the cowboys being very important (My dad, brother and me all dancing to the "Are you ready for some football?!" song.) I remember Ceci and Jose and the whole family at Thanksgivings. I remember Daniel and I making fun of Ceci and her accent! Hahaha. <br />Heather and the other families on Pennsylvania Ave. <br />My pink room.... I can still kind of remember my parents room in that house. <br />The dog with the spot that we gave to my dad's cousin... then it ran away. <br />Tex our neighbor who always fed the deer in the forest in our backyard. Years later we felt the need to visit Tex at the nursing home he was in so we did... and he passed away just days later. I'm glad we got to say goodbye. <br />I remember breast feeding a long time! Ahhh!<br />I remember going over to my Grandma's apartment and making juice ice cubes and eating apples and picking pecans from the ground. <br />My grandpa and how he smelled like tobacco and antiques and how he sat in his chair.... and his wonderful deep, husky voice. <br />When my other grandparents lived briefly in our neighborhood... I had a tea party there, helped paint their garage and played old maid with Grandma Hobgood.<br />I remember my mama's aerobic studio and all her running friends. I always was close to the other fit mother's children like Aubrey and of course my Leigh Leigh.<br />I remember watching too many scary movies and therefore sleeping with my parents up to an unreasonable age.<br />Walking up to the Christian Academy.<br />Seeing our new house as it was being built.<br />Daniel's friends... some were so nice and some were not.<br />Daniel's obsession with Metallica and our joint obsession with the Batman soundtrack.<br />My mama listening to Edith Piaf in the car. <br />Going over the Barber's beautiful house with their barn in the backyard. I still can imagine myself in that house and in bed with Jerelyn and her plaid blanket and Ginger cuddling with us. And also they had weird plate thingies that went under paper plates... and they always had string cheese.<br />I remember going over to the Flume's house and thought their basement/living room was so neat and cozy... and loved getting to swim in their pool!<br />And the Shumways across the street and playing Pretty Pretty Princess with Jennifer.<br />Watching the Christian Academy gym go from a slab of concrete to whatever it is today.<br />Being the best napper in Pre-K and Kindgergarten. <br />Hunter calling me weird... and Andrew's little brother peeing on me. And that one boy who gave me a necklace in Kindergarten! He started early! <br />The dentist lady teaching me how to brush my teeth... I have used the cleansing techniques ever since.<br />Going to Dallas to see Amy and French and the one Christmas where I asked "Santa" or whoever was on the phone for a .... witch's broom!<br />Gizmo... I still miss him so much.<br />Having to lock the doors in the house and hating being the last one to go to bed. <br />Becoming best friends with Rachel Williams who was the best best friend a girl like me could have asked for... I was too bossy looking back! <br />Rachel's Uncle Pat babysitting Daniel and me. He was a talll guy and put a mask on once and scared the living daylights out of us. <br />Making movies with my friends and forcing Brittany to always be the killer :)<br />Going to Deer Creek Camp and beginning my friendship with Jordan Emily Walker.<br />"Elllly Ferrellll.... and Morgan Brodbeck!" Mrs. Kay Walker<br />Sports.<br />T Bar M for high school... kind of really rocked there.<br />I would like to forget what an idiot I was back in those days!!!<br />Road trip to Florida.<br />All trips to Florida... sooo many!<br />I remember when I first met Matt and first talked to him. <br />First kiss... not to the nice gay boy in the play but my first REAL kiss. <br />Being Oliver for a middle school play with Mrs. Hair... and my music going out in the middle of my solo.<br />Miss Virginia Smith with her crackers and high-waisted pants<br />Kathleen Coster's birthday parties.<br />The infamous end of the year roller-skating party when I found out the boy I was "going out with" didn't like me anymore :(<br />The Flores house with Hannah... very nice memories!<br />Becoming friends with lots of Canyon people! The summer of Jameson and Alex was goood!<br />Leigh demanding breakfast at the Walkers.<br />MMmmm Walker breakfast!<br />All the plays... my favorite being Little Women because I had the most fun with that character and those girls. <br />Being "sick" freshman year... crazy time.<br />Having mono and painting my entire room by myself! Sheesh.<br />Sleeping on the floor in Brittany's room and dressing up like homeless people and walking over to Coach's house.<br />Coach!!! The best thing that ever happened to our volleyball team.<br />Little Littlejohn. <br />I was best defensive player and MVP for basketball and volleyball respectively... but it was the Christian Academy so...<br />Going to France and Uncle French (haha yes that is his name!) telling us ghost stories on that houseboat with the blackness of night breathing against my back... spppoooky!<br />Early morning races with my parents and mistaking another slender man with short running shorts for my daddy. Terrifying.<br />9/11 in Mrs. Ballast's English class.<br />Mrs. Ballast! Maybe tied with Mr. G. for favorite teacher.<br /><br /><br />Okay I need a break!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-8363045834862586182010-10-20T18:57:00.001-07:002010-10-20T19:14:45.556-07:00A Bit of My Kitchen!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRp8v9czjBcOgMGaLNOjQ2XVjxpiUEK1YSUoZwMMfeMRWqSBfF7PERuRnZLD6Zq6D_CBR0BEzfAnbpDxE1ZmGwB7M5JBdxtsiT1Xu5pwMcbJMni7zlrymxGUGMNFdM8vUoXFil51O5rw/s1600/DSC03601.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRp8v9czjBcOgMGaLNOjQ2XVjxpiUEK1YSUoZwMMfeMRWqSBfF7PERuRnZLD6Zq6D_CBR0BEzfAnbpDxE1ZmGwB7M5JBdxtsiT1Xu5pwMcbJMni7zlrymxGUGMNFdM8vUoXFil51O5rw/s200/DSC03601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530315776037753250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuoRzKMqRyFD7AUPL7XnJ1ZKf256se6INDIcDlvNYtHcnFJW0XTbT_RQQdSoOl1TrCaMA9feNxXDYUf5uBsMCGauTRli_nYL__Oqtzmj_vVqt0H90DWf1SH7WNqSNYz1gaSAEPRfjPFM/s1600/DSC03596.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuoRzKMqRyFD7AUPL7XnJ1ZKf256se6INDIcDlvNYtHcnFJW0XTbT_RQQdSoOl1TrCaMA9feNxXDYUf5uBsMCGauTRli_nYL__Oqtzmj_vVqt0H90DWf1SH7WNqSNYz1gaSAEPRfjPFM/s200/DSC03596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530315364538832114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-NtQroSAKUz_n-d9pnTvP6KQnMuG7v7J33IZyktjdQu18M0T7qKSClopERlsvQmlfcyETUNjPsmqJe_nriucb2jV-npWVWRTSzAKVPkR0Im5hhocE0UH8NteOa_xgkdgtKaqZTPU3Dc/s1600/DSC03590.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-NtQroSAKUz_n-d9pnTvP6KQnMuG7v7J33IZyktjdQu18M0T7qKSClopERlsvQmlfcyETUNjPsmqJe_nriucb2jV-npWVWRTSzAKVPkR0Im5hhocE0UH8NteOa_xgkdgtKaqZTPU3Dc/s200/DSC03590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530314188954910914" /></a>teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-43853522894544388212010-10-17T09:42:00.001-07:002010-10-17T10:00:45.970-07:00October Sunday Morning!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1_tXs6QVRf6wisKx7PwaHvLDYlrpvJ1rbca7xzcdz6LnPLnKY5-pNp4BG-KlTjZw7j_j1W0wNKJ-NgIAkR11dNew7qx3omjzGzi_v2k-9JT6ivLtOebfTGYKJQ34vgpW50eslj5uDOI/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1_tXs6QVRf6wisKx7PwaHvLDYlrpvJ1rbca7xzcdz6LnPLnKY5-pNp4BG-KlTjZw7j_j1W0wNKJ-NgIAkR11dNew7qx3omjzGzi_v2k-9JT6ivLtOebfTGYKJQ34vgpW50eslj5uDOI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529060956282371218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgsqS_Oxrmf3gg_KPS5AgP5NWclqCeNvgWdyygWXAceW9etqxtK4x45YGwnxzMWa10rrivGZMhBBwCBWTcffVi8r5oNFAkbXw39KkrPSLKzqShGSaAALTYPczDXNQ5awT1b4EZ1IJFeQ/s1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgsqS_Oxrmf3gg_KPS5AgP5NWclqCeNvgWdyygWXAceW9etqxtK4x45YGwnxzMWa10rrivGZMhBBwCBWTcffVi8r5oNFAkbXw39KkrPSLKzqShGSaAALTYPczDXNQ5awT1b4EZ1IJFeQ/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529060953459538242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvDIt28ygvMOvRONxZHfYo2t-peBBpprDFbNBsucvK3J-tzQhQ4XFDQeC33K0y3CrxWQjGOCbt3EdXi_bL4KnhLM8ZKTJ6rdTYle3-0LgfxUjOuMQmpbEkY7Lg5BzIN-k4LTLa_I99Eg/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvDIt28ygvMOvRONxZHfYo2t-peBBpprDFbNBsucvK3J-tzQhQ4XFDQeC33K0y3CrxWQjGOCbt3EdXi_bL4KnhLM8ZKTJ6rdTYle3-0LgfxUjOuMQmpbEkY7Lg5BzIN-k4LTLa_I99Eg/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529060942390058082" /></a><br />This weekend has been a swift but wonderful one. On Friday morning I had an audition in Austin. It only took ten minutes so I was looking at an entire day in Austin ahead of me. First I stopped at a goodwill (it's always nice to visit ones in different towns) and got some darn good stuff. Then I went to my favorite little vintage shop on south Lamar and paroozed around until it was time for me to go to lunch with my boy. I was nice and let him choose thundercloud. I was so tired so I got a latte and drank it in Matty's office until my parking time was up. <br />Now I was impressed and proud with what happened next. I was told to try the Austin Antique Mall but had never been there. I was a bit nervous of getting lost but darn it I did it! I found the place and continued to get lost (the good kind of lost) in it for 2 hours. I love antique shopping by myself because there is no one there to get annoyed when I do my third loop around each vendor's station. <br />After shopping it was now time to see Never Let Me Go at 4:25 at the drafthouse on S. Lamar. I got there in time to see the other four people (all alone) who would be watching it "with me" scattered across the theatre. <br />The movie was beautiful but SAD. There was a chilling scene... that I actually can't explain because it would give too much away. <br />But perfectly the movie let out at 6:15, just in time for me to meet Matt after work. We chillaxed for a while then went to Whole Foods and got lots of good things to go and proceeded to have a picnic in his room while watching Bored to Death (I'm sorry... I don't love it.) <br />Oh my! That was just Friday!<br />Saturday I ran a little run, cleaned, ran some errands and then we all went over to the Byrums to watch the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (the cartoon with Bing Crosby!) and then the original House on Haunted Hill!!! After I read some American folklore scary stories we all ventured to the cemetery once the clock striked midnight. There were several attempts to scare one another as we walked amongst the moonlit headstones but I think I was the only successful one when I jumped at Reagan. <br />Ashley and I parted from the boys hoping to scare them but little did we know that they had already gone back to the cars so there we lied on neighboring graves thinking we heard the boys making noises around us.... now I wonder who was making the rustles and pings :) After 15 minutes we finally headed down to the large iron gates where we saw our two cars waiting for us... their headlights shining at us. We walked slowly like zombies towards them... pretty cool! <br />Ahhh I love Halloween.<br /><br />Okay I gots to go get ready for yet another day in Austin! Church day, yay!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-5079230323407935112010-10-11T21:45:00.000-07:002010-10-11T22:01:36.551-07:00I Got Things on Mah Mind.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iP1awQJLIw-7WaO3YsCQc3Juy8nBpqAI3mSjRTL3JESwZ3EZPToTYtuMu0MM41KlFbFUhca_kCUOPK2vqgcdGoQ5eU87vZD3Zi4VwOdPm2r8_Y63iIO4pZqmuOCiAFnL1cpNBbeT298/s1600/OxfordHouse2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iP1awQJLIw-7WaO3YsCQc3Juy8nBpqAI3mSjRTL3JESwZ3EZPToTYtuMu0MM41KlFbFUhca_kCUOPK2vqgcdGoQ5eU87vZD3Zi4VwOdPm2r8_Y63iIO4pZqmuOCiAFnL1cpNBbeT298/s320/OxfordHouse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527020103988517938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigp-7idhmQ9J2hwayI1BgaB1NTxqM0gn2dh43r27pmugSGSjn-zhvAh4v4HJZW6hto4cBMcAQwJvKvvGqcHfBIu8e62yqIKTN73ESOKnCwbciYTAyef8xKzbbRZ4bOHBXouCPnTe7WnQ/s1600/3eb07cedbae9e4eb4113a888133a18ab22d1c92a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigp-7idhmQ9J2hwayI1BgaB1NTxqM0gn2dh43r27pmugSGSjn-zhvAh4v4HJZW6hto4cBMcAQwJvKvvGqcHfBIu8e62yqIKTN73ESOKnCwbciYTAyef8xKzbbRZ4bOHBXouCPnTe7WnQ/s320/3eb07cedbae9e4eb4113a888133a18ab22d1c92a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527020099464285458" /></a><br />1. I like to number things.<br />2. Condescending people are getting me down :(<br />3. I have lots of things to get organized and done tomorrow which will be numbered below:<br />4. Call Rec. Center<br />5. Clean!<br />6. Read Everyman <br />7. Costume Design homework<br />8. Go to the doctor<br />9. Sell clothes etc.<br />10. Get dry cleaning together<br />11. Bake for Bible study<br />12. I don't like planning too much anymore... I want to be more take it as it comes. <br />13. I want to go to England with Matthew.teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-43311916726327077212010-10-10T09:49:00.000-07:002010-10-10T09:58:22.086-07:0010.10.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNRkDVUcomLTL7KaGC7p6knybTCoHgYCjTL8prMC9A0T5_7yKv3BWPJ4HATNPz_86lZQsmveZryPtrt35OyMDm9PVyfwjvl9VGEb7a2JXYPCRA6rHm8w0CrtevnYvHYuL5rV6KxMbugA/s1600/DSC03589.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNRkDVUcomLTL7KaGC7p6knybTCoHgYCjTL8prMC9A0T5_7yKv3BWPJ4HATNPz_86lZQsmveZryPtrt35OyMDm9PVyfwjvl9VGEb7a2JXYPCRA6rHm8w0CrtevnYvHYuL5rV6KxMbugA/s320/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526462786192593362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXybuKo3Ho6DqpugYu6vIFl16nlh1J-SbbBZOP1ADMJY5LnWSN7pzMgP5yXvYsdPr9L-83VDMARVvapVYw2S5AwWyVzpNdQic9cJIWqoD1nZsAe8Ip1tRVg6ew4RwzR-ytHhj2mi1gM6o/s1600/DSC03583.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXybuKo3Ho6DqpugYu6vIFl16nlh1J-SbbBZOP1ADMJY5LnWSN7pzMgP5yXvYsdPr9L-83VDMARVvapVYw2S5AwWyVzpNdQic9cJIWqoD1nZsAe8Ip1tRVg6ew4RwzR-ytHhj2mi1gM6o/s320/DSC03583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526462447384619826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1AbXnlqrriqimOnZG_JwJmdQHv3GxmSCzREXEQIa3cEO8r-x5RBQtntdI6oss1vJDecM9fCpiWHkui5B4RAu5gsSITwpxDUg1qMYwTDMqg8gKm8yzhT23VYO1g-kMdgWarFKDKlEr4E/s1600/DSC03582.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1AbXnlqrriqimOnZG_JwJmdQHv3GxmSCzREXEQIa3cEO8r-x5RBQtntdI6oss1vJDecM9fCpiWHkui5B4RAu5gsSITwpxDUg1qMYwTDMqg8gKm8yzhT23VYO1g-kMdgWarFKDKlEr4E/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526462084079897362" /></a><br />I'm trying to be a grown up! I'll never be a grown up grown up but I want to be a mature child. <br />I cleaned a lot this weekend, I cooked a lot for myself, I went antique shopping, I inquired about two jobs and I finally got my acting stuff together! <br />Now I'm spending Sunday morning in my pajamas with my boy watching Anthony Bourdain <3teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205359383942067440.post-39754450702492909222010-10-08T16:35:00.001-07:002010-10-08T16:46:00.807-07:00Psssh Teenagers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJQiE1-C98OwZbfi1HwKb-PJczWfgL4zfX_kqs0f8j0Kfg_jlop5fOVIZd_77mh0TYi9YLSvGk4GS3EXGFqaBN9HUuiAxKwL8yujxz1uh38D3xaSxA8V15OY6rB47aUtxiyFPMt4gLEA/s1600/abc241a4558aa4924e1cc49052b25a5e0903df84_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJQiE1-C98OwZbfi1HwKb-PJczWfgL4zfX_kqs0f8j0Kfg_jlop5fOVIZd_77mh0TYi9YLSvGk4GS3EXGFqaBN9HUuiAxKwL8yujxz1uh38D3xaSxA8V15OY6rB47aUtxiyFPMt4gLEA/s320/abc241a4558aa4924e1cc49052b25a5e0903df84_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525825650940706066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_n6Io06-0Dbi1y9al7KUGejqBiaqv3nM0Gn7waAacc-xbckNLcZGCbtbWl2sb0sDmT7zoG25fKS3GoRAHhsoqNBmK8Nik9Zv9KlrR6Vr55z_l2tkb2qHll_SkytVoOMzjeO0pUmHxXQ0/s1600/5cee98cef22ceb3b1bd838e925af0e3e76274899_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_n6Io06-0Dbi1y9al7KUGejqBiaqv3nM0Gn7waAacc-xbckNLcZGCbtbWl2sb0sDmT7zoG25fKS3GoRAHhsoqNBmK8Nik9Zv9KlrR6Vr55z_l2tkb2qHll_SkytVoOMzjeO0pUmHxXQ0/s320/5cee98cef22ceb3b1bd838e925af0e3e76274899_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525825647963511762" /></a><br />I was at home home today and was looking at old pictures on my mama's computer. They were from my senior year of high school. <br />Does anyone else wish they could go back and tell their teenage self not to be such an insecure dummy? I sure do... but then I guess that is just how it goes. Every fashion miss or desperate attempt to be accepted and "cool." I'm happy to say I never engaged in drinking or drugs ( I knew even then that that wasn't cool) but I was so self conscious. I'm thankful for the changes that have occurred since then and the woman I'm growing into. I'm finally starting to feel like myself!teatimeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402978671276720426noreply@blogger.com0