Netflix + Randy = L.O.V.E.

Have we all figured out that I have an addiction to Randy Travis, yet?  If not, well maybe you should be feelin’ those effects shortly.  Because you see…Randy Travis is on NETFLIX!  Yes, I’m talking 24/7 live concert in my living room and occasionally when I feel the need to turn the TV up, through my whole house.  Like I said, maybe y’all will notice  I sorta kinda like this guy.

For the time being I’m enjoying my 24/7 concert of Randy Travis and I’m crossing my fingers some concerts for Oklahoma/Texas will pop up on his website soon.  Maybe I’ll even one up 2012 and even meet my love interest I’ve been pining over for years and years now.  Just have to wait and see *wink* *wink*

 

 

Figured Out What To Do…

My bathroom is done in Zebra….and Bright Red.  I picked up this from Hobby Lobby a few months ago, hung the frame picture-less and debated about what to put in it.  A few years ago, Roomie and I took a trip to Florida (our first) and on one of our last nights on the beach we decided to use our super camera and take some great photos of how wonderful the ocean looked with tide rolling in (instead of waveless days which happened a lot or red tide waves which only happened a few times….in which I nearly lost my bikini top/bottoms a few times).

With digging through those beachy photos I found the set Roomie had taken with the waves rolling in.  I was reminded of the time the waves splashed UP my dress, playing Frisbee with some random guys on the beach (during this photo session) and of course the pina coladas that directly followed our fun times on the beach.  Oh how I miss summer vacations and the beach.

 

I Know the Feelin’

Poor Baby Z has been in that lazy slump today, poor thing has napped and hasn’t left my side all day.  She’s the separation suffering kind and hates when I leave her when I jet off to school.  She’s definitely my little side kick, that’s for dang sure.

Have I mentioned she loves to lay on pillows, while you’re sleeping on them.  There’s nothing in the world scarier than opening your eyes from a nap and seeing this face greet you & starring at you with those eyes.  Nothing….okay…well maybe the SyFy channel.

Silly girl looks all relaxed and comfortable.  Maybe I should trade places with her today, actually I would if I didn’t have to study today.  Intersession sucks!

See what I mean?  Under the covers and laying on my pillow.

Debating about getting up for a second….wait…maybe not…

See what I mean?  Lazy bones.  Back to bed again for this princess.

Such a Goof Ball

I think everyone has come to the realization I can be a goof ball….that I hang out with goof balls…and that I can’t stick to the same hair color for very long.  Yeahhhhh, I’m pretty sure y’all have figured that one out already.

Being the goof ball that I am….and the hair fanatic that I am…well let’s just say…I don’t really have words for what I’d say about this.  My used to be piggy back rider and I acting a bit goofy during the bus ride back to camp.  Great times at camp!

Can’t hang out at camp without having a little mud mask fun.  Not sure I have a normal picture  of me during my Camp Cavett days.  That is, until I got older and quit screwing with my hair so much.

I think this was my third year of attending Camp Cavett.  I’m pretty sure this is the year that I didn’t take Roomie, which would’ve been Y3.  Don’t you just love how  I can talk my way through these things.

My favorite piggy back rider.  Poor kid is now over 6 foot tall and giving me piggy back rides now.  This was definitely the summer of crazy hair colors and doing all sorts of crazy things that I knew no one would approve of back home.

Scruffyness

First & foremost, my dogs are not allowed on my coffee table.  However, Miss Thang thought it would be acceptable to do this to get my attention.  It worked.  Grabbed my iPhone, snapped the pic and then scolded her for being on such furniture in the first place.  Must be a typical “Mom” thing.

Z dog is definitely a handful and can act a bit crazy at times.  I love the fact that that she’s got the quirky attitude and can jump a mile high.  Although, this can be quite literal seeing as how I’m a mere 4 ’10.

 

 

 

Senior Year 2004

How bout a flashback, an almost 10 year flashback.  To the days of high school football games, pep rallies, Snowman (winter formal dances), Homecoming and all the socialite clubs one could join.  Oh yes, these were my high school days….among other things.

I wound up taking Senior pictures to fully ‘document’ that my parents first born was officially leaving the nest and joining the college life.

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.  And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

 You’ll look up and down streets.  Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

 It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don’t worry.  Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

Oh, the Places You’ll Go! -Dr. Seuss

 

Believe it or not, I still can’t believe I graduated almost 8 years ago.  Where has the time gone?  Seems like only yesterday I walked across the staged & grabbed my diploma…..not really.  Our class actually had their diplomas held on account of “how we acted in Rayleigh Chapel”.  Let’s just say….there were beach balls…fog horns….silly string…streamers…those mini “pop” streamer things…and a whole lot more.  My grandparents had gone to their fair share of Graduations, but this was the first “rowdy” one they had ever been to.  Way to make 2004 memorable Class of 2004!

It’s 50′s Night

Let’s revisit my dear ole’ Camp Cavett days, shall we?  Once again, digging up old photos from the past.  So….braces and a horrific sun burn.  I’d say I’m about 17 here, just a mere 10 years ago.  Doesn’t seem like it’s really been that long ago, we were all so very young, too young and maybe even a bit naive.

 

This year we had several dances (we all LOVE to dance & have fun), one of them was the 50′s Dance where all the campers dressed up in poodle skirts (that we made!).  Some of us didn’t leave the arts & crafts room that day….ahem.

 

Group shot with my best friends Dad.  I do believe this was the first Camp Cavett without Cassie, which just made camp twice as hard.  Although, it was great getting to hang out and just be kids for once.  That didn’t happen very often.

Couldn’t get the flip flops dirty, so what was the best thing to do?  Catch a ride on the back of a golf cart, that’s what!  You see where Camp Cavett is held at is HUGE, so golf carts are rented or donated to take us around camp.

Gabs.  We’ve been through hell and back.  10 years have practically flown by and each time we’ve hit a rough patch we’ve come out on the other side with flying colors.  It’s been amazing getting to spend each year at camp with you!  …you know until we got older