Sweet Dreams....

This week, I've definitely been feeling a little bit under the weather. It happens. And with being sick comes a lot of down time.

Time to watch lifetime movies and wonder why a husband would want to cheat on his wife with a 17 year old babysitter who is going to be the mother of his new child, but then she turns into a serious stalker and ends up committed and the family lives happily ever after....thats great TV right there ladies, let me tell ya.

Time to play on iTunes and download every song you hear on SYTYCD because "OMG, that is definitely my new favorite song."

Time to read, lots of time to read. Until your eyelids feel heavy from too much cough syrup and the words start bleading together....but you feel kind of loopy and silly so you really just start dreaming of David Hasselhoff David Beckham rubbing your back telling you to get better....thats a story for ya, right?

But in all honestly, I've had a lot of time to reflect. Now I reflect a lot...which you can read about here. But being sick really brings me back down to earth. Especially now that I'm a "grown-up" and I don't have my mom at my side taking care of my every need like I did when I was a little girl. (Granted, she is only a phone call away and Lord knows we talk 100 times a day, but it's just not the same. )

So, I've realized I really am a grown-up. And I don't know what all the hype is about. Becuase I've realized somewhere along the line I've lost sight of that little girl in me. The part of me that dreamed of fairytale endings, casual elegance, a care-free world, and being the proud owner of Willy Wonka ever-lasting-gobstopper of course. So I start wondering about how to get back to that life that I always imagined I would live. Going back in time to think about those little girl dreams of when I FINALLY would become a "grown-up." It's a reality check, a time to reflect.

And while I'm most certain I never dreamed of the struggles I'd face, the hardships I'd endure or all the dreams we’d set aside along the way, finding this time of solitude to sit and reflect has allowed those little girl dreams to resurface. And let me tell ya, it's exhausting. Because I know my dreams of being a "grown-up" looked a lot more like a fairytale than reality, but the reality is that life spirals out of control and I've lost sight of those fairytales.....the things I love about life.

So how do regain my sight of those little girl dreams? How do I create my fairytale ending?

I don't have the answer, probably never will.

But for now, I've found that cozy, quite place to dream, and I'm going to continue to sit in solitude and reflect. I'm going to slow down, I'm going to embrace simplicity, I'm going to find grace, I'm going to live out the things I've always wanted to do, and I'm going to dream.........sweet, sweet dreams of fairytale endings, and everlasting gobstoppers.


Until next week, send good thoughts and lots of icecream my way....and maybe a hug thrown in there too.

♥ Sweet dreams ♥

Weekend Rap-up Take 2

I'm a little under the weather, but this is long over-due and I've had a few requests!! Enjoy, or take an advil and enjoy, whichever...

Now this is a rap-up all about how
my weekend got flipped-turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute
just sit right there,
I'll tell you all about my weekend with the girls social affair.

da da da da da dun

In downtown Fort Worth is where I work and play,
At Chimy's is where I spend most of my days,
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all drinkin' on the patio actin' like a fool
When a couple of my girls
Who were up to no good
Wanted a girls night in my neighborhood
We had one bottle of wine and people started to stare

So BFF and I headed to the Cat's game to get some fresh air.
We sweated at the game and had a few beers
The baseball boys were looking hot but we were a mess in the mirror
If anything we were feelin' a little rare
But we thought 'Now forget it' - It's time to dance we declare!

We finally pull up to the house about 3 or so late,
And we yelled to the boys 'Yo players smell ya later'
I looked at my girls
We were finally there
Loving my girls, no one else can compare.

Ok, so yes that may have been super lame, but it was short and sweet. I did have a WONDERFUL time Friday night with my sweet, sweet friends. Special shout out to Absolute Splash who wrote a very near and dear post about Yours Truly today. I love you Shaven!

However, Saturday ended up being a complete buzz kill. We woke up wanting to go to the lake and to the lake we went. But mid-way into our trip our felt sick...very, very sick. My throat was on fire, I was hacking up a lung and I was freezing. Freezing in 100 degree weather was a little abnormal if I do say so myself. I ended up curled up asleep on the boat for 2+ hours while my friends enjoyed the lake festivities. I'll leave that up to your imagination....

So Sunday I laid in bed and slept and refrained from shoveling hot coals down my throat and eventually woke up Monday and headed to the nearest Care Now. 12 screaming kids, a creepy dude with a bloody hand and crossed-eyes, and $400 later it was determined I had strep. My life might as well have been over.

So i've been cooped up in the house. Sweatpants on, gatorade oozing out of my pours and enough soup to feed a small village in Africa. I'm feeling better, so much so I might just venture to 7-11 here in a few hours for a pint of icecream to eat while I catch up on all of you lovely bleaders....don't judge, just enjoy with me ok?

I ♥ you all....

We wear our sunglasses at night...so we can see of course.

We danced and danced the night away....SO much fun.

Hope you all are having a GREAT Tuesday!!!!!!!!

Wickity, Wickity, Wickity, WACK!

It's been awhile. Yes, I know this. But it's been a crazy past few weeks. Full of work, drinks, laughter, fun in the sun, friends, and crazy, crazy shenanigans.

But as I am writing this I am sitting on my couch (finally), with no sound (finally), no clients griping and moaning (finally), no phones ringing (finally), no knocks at the door, no cat meowing.

I am alone.

All is quiet.

And I am ashamed.

And a little embarrassed.

Scratch that, a lot embarrassed at the way I have just jumped ship and bailed. But I'm back.

And ladies, if walls could talk, I'd be in deep.......well, you know what.

Words can't even describe the past few weeks I've had, the friendships I've made, and the laughter that has ensued and amount of wine that has been consumed. If cameras were set up to record my life lately I'd end up on Rock of Love, a Dateline Special, Wipe Out and So You Think You Can Dance. But let's keep it real and keep that just between us.

So I'll quit talking and let the pictures speak for themselves. No worries. I've spared you and your innocent eyes from the debauchery. And from my friends killing me if they saw some of the pictures I could have posted.

I have missed you Bleaders.....about as much as I miss that king size Hershey's bar I just ate in one bite. Don't judge, eat up.

I put on some cowboy boots for the first time to go see Roger Creager. Momentous occasion indeed. I was roping and riding and feeling like Dolly Parton on crack. Except my hair wasn't quite that big...but I'm working on it.

I've been out on the town with my best friend, Shaven pretty much everyday and every night. We are like white on rice. She has been my level head and kept me sane the past few months...couldn't live without her. I mean, I could live without the blisters on my feet from wearing torture chamber heels so much. Because if my heels could talk they would be screaming "eff you!." Excuse the potty mouth, I speak the truth.

And when the two of us do go out, let me just say that we go ALLLL out. For instance maybe going with a group of gay boys to a gay strip club. Yeah, don't judge. They loved us. I could have made out with all of them. With tongue. But it's not the way I roll.

And we have spent every weekend day with fun in the sun at the lake. I'm as dark as dark chocolate....except for my butt, it's like a moonbeam. I love it.

And these girls have made my nights worthwhile and my abs harden from laughing so hard. We have taken dancing and laying on the couch to a new level. Enough said about this group.

These girls are like fine wine....full bodied. Good legs. Intense oral pleasure. Ok, definitely not the last part, but I couldn't help myself.

I ♥ them....as much as I love oreo's and twinkies.

To say partner in crime would be a crime. We just get each other, we are cool like that.

Ahhh, life is great at the moment. I hope all of yours is too! I can't wait to catch up with everyone! I ♥ you all!!!!

Living in the moment...

I will be back this afternoon with a full weekend recap! Becuase it was great. Real great. And definitely deserving a post. A post sure to make you double take, re-read, and pee your pants. But for now...I leave you with this my friends...

“I took advantage, sucked up the nutrients that I could find, forged relationships with others in order to grow, bathed in the sunlight of the moment.” — Novella Carpenter, from Farm City,

Mexican Goats in Party Dresses

Between work, and my seemingly over-dramatic life, sometimes I just need to adopt the fetal position and stare at the wall.

And I do. All too often.

But thats where the little voices inside my head come into play. You know, the ones called friends. The ones that invite you over for a bottle of wine and guy talk. Or the ones that call just to offer support, and a bottle of wine. Or how about the ones that send you text messages/comment/tweet (am I technology whore? I think not!) that make you choke on that wine from laughing so hard. Oh yes, I love those friends.

But last night, the staring stopped, and the fetal position expanded into a full out convulsion of laughter. All because of a best friend, and a story about goats. Real-Live-Goats.

Reference this post here. And then it all went down a lil' somethin' like this....

{{{We have our own sense of humor...you've been warned!!!}}}



M: Do you know how awesome you are? I just saw your comment and it made my day. I swear we are related.

YT: I am awesome like tiny baby Jesus in golden fleece diapers with fat little balled up fists. We are almost related. Except my family would probably have relations with the goats (joking mom!)

M: Choking! Choking! I wonder if goats have doggie guards.. mhahahahahahaa

YT: LOL! I can't stop laughing.

M: You know we are almost family because we go way back. We both at Mexican party dresses at the ripe of age of 3 remember? We have good stories.

YT: Agree. We were sexy.

M: What if goats wore Mexican party dresses? Now that would be a good story.

YT: LOL! It would be a fiesta of goatias! (goat-i-as)

YT: I really can't stop laughing. Dear 8 pound, 6 oz, Newborn Baby Jesus, please keep my laughter under control, I'm trying to go sleep now.

M: 8 pound, 6 oz Newborn Baby Jesus isn't available....will you take the 10 pound version?

YT: I bet there were goats in the manger.

M: Nope, just jackasses.

YT: hahaha this is why I love you. Good night MPHBFF, I can't take much more.

M: Sleep well sweets.


There you have it. That is a quality BFF text message conversation right there. Between goats, Ricky Bobby and Mexican party dresses....how can you not laugh?

Happy Tuesday Loves....I've missed you so. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!

It WAS me...weekend rap up!

Let me just tell you how incredibly awesome it is to be able to meet a Bleader in REAL LIFE! Yes. It is true. TOTAL AWESOMENESS!

Friday night Small Town Girl graced me with her presence in the Big-D! And ladies, this girl is the sweetest and OH SO MUCH FUN! I see the beginning of a great friendship, especially since I have already talked to her about a million times in just 2 days!

So, as usual, I was just little pee in my pants overly excited and since I have been a terrible blogger lately I have dedicated a "MINI" weekend rap-up post just to her!

♥H, enjoy my sweet friend!

To the tune of Shaggy's "Wasn't Me"

(click for link, but I just did the chorus only..yes, I'm lazy)

(Yo', Bleaders) Yo'
(Listen up, girls) What do you want, girl?
(My bloggers just caught me) You let them catch you?
(I don't know how I let this happen) With who?
(The Small Town Girl, you know) Girl!
(I don't know what to do) Say it WAS you
(Alright)

Friday rolled around I was caught red-handed
Meeting up with the Small Town Girl
Picture this, we were both dead sexy, dancing on the club floor
How could dinner be so fun
We even ate for free
All this time she was staying here
We laughed so hard it made us pee.

But we talked all through dinner (It WAS me)
Started laughing at some cougars (It WAS me)
We even took too many shots (It WAS me)
We even caught us on camera (It WAS me)
We had our flyswatters ready (It WAS me)
Heard the numbers a boy gave her (It WAS me)
Danced when the music got louder (It WAS me)
We didn't want it to be over!

The end! Ah, it was such a wonderful night though! I moved all day Saturday and Sunday....NO FUN! So I'm finally slowing down, catching my breath, and catching up with all of you lovely ladies! Wine in tow of course....

Hope you all are having a wonderful week! Till tomorow...or whenever the internet man comes and hooks me up.....

Raging bitch, or just grumpy?

Sadly, I don't have a lot of time to spend with you today. Well, I've spent hours going through my reader and there is still no end in sight. I don't know how you girls do it, but it's driving me back to that bottle of merlot.

And with all of the liver conditioning that has taken place the past couple of weeks, coupled with several oh-so-serious-pain-in-the-ass-OCD clients at my door, I barely have a moment to think, much less think of something witty or interesting to post about.

Plus, the heat in Texas is making me less-than-pleasant to deal with. So if i'm not sitting on a patio or in the pool with a drink in my hand, I'm quite the bitch grumpy girl!

But back to the point....I've got a FAN-TAB-ULOUS weekend coming up!!! Well, not really, but tomorrow is going to be pretty incredible at least. Small Town Girl is coming to Dallas and I finally get to meet her!! We've been quite excited...we've got our apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur ready to hit the town. I expect lots of laughter, pictures, and great memories! Other than that, I'm moving......I can't talk about it though because I start to get anxiety and hypervenilate and pull out my hair. And that is not a pretty sight.

Can't wait for my weekend rap up on Monday!!! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!! I miss you ladies, really, I do. I hope you're hanging in there and following along...I know I've been disconnected but I'll make it worth your while.....believe it.

Way overdue...

I should be shunned from blogging all together, but as long as ya'll don't put toothpicks under my toenails or anything I think I'll survive.

I've been given some fabulous awards by some OH-SO-SWEET bloggers who definitely deserve a huge shout-out and an even bigger THANK YOU! I wish I could just hug each of you and squeeze you just a little bit too!

So here we go......

These lovely ladies all honored me with the "Queen of ALLL Things Awesome" Award. And if you read my moms post you will know that I really was a queen, not a drag queen...get your mind out of the gutter.

So THANK YOU Simply Me * Iva * Jordan * Kebi

Now this overly creative stationary and blog design goddess, InkOBSESSIONDesigns, the overly sweet southern belle like me, Brittany, and the crazy blog-a-holic but I love her random posts, Katie have all blessed me with the One Lovely Blog Award. Truth be told, my blog is probably the only lovely thing I've got going on! Word!

And I owe another huge thanks to Simply Me for the Most Wonderful Favorite blog award. This sweet girl deserves way more than a thank you for being so patient with me!!

And a very special THANK YOU goes to Doc-E for the friendship award. Not only is she my sweet, sincere, witty, choke-on-your-coffee funny BFF, but she sends me drag queen and shoe pictures to make me laugh, she texts me to make me smile, and she just gets me.....and that is a miracle.

Ok, there ya have! The good, the better, and the best. You all make my world go round....so glad you are mine!

{p.s. for the few of you that still follow...*sniff* *sniff*...I won't have a weekend rap up this Monday but I will still be posting! The much anticipated climatic rap-up event will resume in 1 week! Carry on now...}

Anyone There?

Dear Bleaders,

I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I have not been traveling around the world climbing mountains and swimming with sharks. I have not joined a convent or became a late night dancer. I have not been cast by The Rock of Love (eventhough I have a secret crush on Bret Michaels because he wears more eyeliner than I do). The truth is, I just fell face first into a pile of drama. AKA, my life.

As much as I would love to post about everything that has happened in that past few weeks and months: relationships-ending and stalling, jobs-changing, friendships-changing.....some things are just better left unsaid.

I've had a rough past few weeks. Days where rejection weighed heavy, choices seemed mundane, and my heart yearned for more. But in the end, there has been some beauty in all of this. And even though ugliness surrounds it at best, the beautiful moments have created optimism. And with optimism comes hope. And with hope comes faith. And with faith, comes a big bottle of Merlot.

So no matter how much I want to stagnate or reverse things, I can't. But I can take the life I've been given, the opportunities I've ceased, and I fill it with new experiences and relationships and jobs and career directions and creativity and a love for myself that surpasses what anyone else could ever feel for me. Are we getting somewhere?

So as much as I would love to update you all on the past few weeks. I'll just have to let your imagination wonder. Wonder about "my experience with baby powder and a pool shark named Carol." Wonder about my "disappearing act face first on my desk keyboard." Wonder about "the sex talk with my BFF." It's all serious story material girls. But it's just not to be.

I will however tell you about how incredibly lucky I am to have such wonderful blog friends that have left sweet comments (i'm slowly going through my reader!), sent the most sincere emails, given me fabulous awards (that I will post soon!) and simply reached out to me just because they care. Wow, I'm pretty blessed ladies.

With that being said, I owe it to ya'll. I owe you fun, witty posts about my ever-changing life and toe-nail colors. And you'll get it. Because honestly, I've missed you. Just a little bit. But let's keep that between us.....

So in the meantime, keep checking back. Because baby's got back....and it's good, real good to be back....

Guest Blogger

They say "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Well, I must have fell head first, face first. Because of emotional state, or lack there of, I have asked my mommy dearest to write a little "special post" about Your's Truly. So here it is. The good, the bad, the ugly....the truth.

“Yours Truly-My Drama Diva”

by Mom

I’m new to all this blogging stuff and not real sure why I was asked to write it but here goes.

I know if you read this blogspot, you already know how creative and talented she is and how she can really write well, but what about some things you don’t know about her????

She came into this world 26 years ago with a head full of blonde hair and probably one of the smartest and most beautiful babies ever. Being first child, grandchild, great-grandchild, niece-diva should have been her middle name!

She was named the Queen of Bullard when she was 18 months old (thank goodness her grandfather made a large donation to the community library!)

Surprised her father and me when she informed us that baby Jesus had a big d- -k when looking at a manger scene. Imagine my fun when I had to talk to the director of the Baptist church daycare she was going about what she learned at school!

Then shortly after that, she yelled at the car in front of us “to get the f- -k out of the way!” I still don’t know where she heard that!!! Her grandmother and I about stroked out-not nice language for a diva!

She always loved dressing up with the Mexican pageant do dresses and any other girly girl outfits! Always the princess!

She was very, very shy-don’t know how many times she climbed up my leg when somebody tried talk to her. I still have scars from the climbs!

She was a great student. Teachers loved her, often wondered if she ever talked! I couldn’t believe they were talking about my child!

Screaming at me on the Galveston ferry that “mothers do not get tattoos! I will be mad at you forever!” Told her it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last time she would be mad at me. Now she has a tattoo-go figure!

Jump ahead to high school-drill team, good grades, Queen of Applebees! Nearly killed her mother when she had to dance on a ladder on the football field or on top of the Love Shack while high kicking! Cinderella costume for Honor Society-Divadom still!

(thats her, front and center, always demanding attention...and then she crys)

Excelled in college in interior design-I think she was voted most likely to decorate her own castle!
Now she’s on her own, working hard and doing well.

What you really need to know about her is that she is a beautiful person, not only on the outside but on the inside where is counts. She is thoughtful and caring person and an extremely deep thinker. She places too much stress on herself and takes things very personally and much too seriously. She likes things in order and calm and doesn’t like change. It matters to her what others think of her and lets it matter too much! She is kind and trustworthy, has a great work ethic and extremely creative.

My hope for her is that when she has the choice to sit it out or dance, she will always choose to dance. She is not only a diva, she is my very beautiful dancer. I am so proud to be her mother; I have learned much from her but have much more to learn!

So my Drama Diva-keep dancing through life, keep your heart and mind open to new things and new opportunities and you will have a wonderful life. I hope one day you will experience all the drama I have experienced with you and your sister with your own children! What a ride it has been and we have much further to go! (You know there was much more I could have said-like crying on the rollercoaster, jumping up naked out of the water when jellyfish got you, being chased with false teeth and crying, etc, etc, etc!)

So there you have it, straight from the Moms mouth. She is wonderful, I must admit. And I love her more than anything, this is true. For all the embarrassments, the laughs, the memories, the tears on her shoulder, she has been my rock, my strength, my greatest fan. I am one lucky girl!!

P.S. She LOVES to leave me comments, so ya'll leave her a few, my dear sweet Bleaders!!!