Flashback Friday: Goodbye Malibu

With Baby Bro starting college this week, I decided to post a photo of what he did to my Bu 4 years ago.  You see I had my car for a few years and it had its issues.  That could be blamed on the miles I piled on it driving to and from Dallas, OKC and Tulsa while I lived in Ada many moons ago.  Could be.  :-) It was already starting to have issues again – a leaky gasket or something of the sort.

The story goes that I had to leave the car at home for a few days until I could get it into the shop.  In place of my car, I took Baby Bro’s.  I knew he wouldn’t mind – he was a newbie at being 16 and I had nothing to worry about with him driving my car, or so I thought.  While out running errands in my somewhat small-ish hometown, I over heated his car.  Big mistake!  It was a hot August day and the fan in his car quit working.  Therefore his car was towed away by a local wrecker service, I was picked up and we were one car down.

Fast forward to the next day.  I’m at home, Dad has just pulled into the driveway and Baby Bro calls – in tears.  The first words out of my mouth, Did you wreck my car?  More boo hooing.  I knew right then and there something was wrong with my Baby.  My only way of transportation to and from my summer school class I was taking.  All I could think about was crap, crap, crap.  We get to the scene of the accident and Baby Bro has decided to run into a corner fence post…a pipe one at that!  The fence post didn’t survive and neither did my car.  He totaled my car.

His car came out of the shop a few days after he wrecked my car.  Life went on like he never did anything wrong.

Flashback Friday :: Camp Cavett 1999

I’m really starting to have Camp Cavett withdrawals.  I haven’t been in years, but starting in July that’s going to change.  Trouble & I are going down for the weekend.  I can’t wait to be down at camp again.  I spent 10 summers down on Lake Texoma with the best group of friends I could ever have.  We all had things that drew us together, things that no child should have to go through.  Although, you’d never know some of the things I knew unless I told you.  That’s just how normal we all looked.  These were the days of having crushes on camp counselors, taking as many rolls of film as possible, doing things your parents would not approve of and finding a way to live on the edge.  Oh yes, this was my camp experience; like so many other campers my age.

I also lost some of the best friends I could ever have too.  Being a child you never think about death, much less a friend your age dying.  You think you’re invincible.  You think Cancer, Heart Problems, Sickle Cell and Kidney Dialysis are all just words.  Words that don’t mean anything.  Words that only alter the way you do things, not things that are capable of taking life away.  My best friend died when I was 16.  How do you even begin to wrap your head around that?  Losing anyone is tough, but a best friend, it’s just hard.  I’ve found myself going back and thinking…I’m 25 now, Cassie would be 24.  It’s hard to imagine she’s been gone that long.  It’s hard to believe just how fast time does fly.

Flashback Friday :: Travelling to Egypt

This was the year I went to Egypt.  Actually, I just went to Joe’s Crab Shack with friends and this is what I had to do for my Birthday.  Sure it looks like fun, but I was Beet Red as soon as I broke out of my tomb.  I had fun with the friends I went with and really enjoyed celebrating my 19th with them as well.

Flashback Friday :: Sleepy Kiddo

Sometimes the best naps are those unplanned on the carpet among chaos.  But as long as you have your finger and your “Key” nap time should go off without a hitch.  Napping out of pure exhaustion though is definitely the way to go when you’re 3 though!  This would be my mini-me.  The one  who asks me to straighten her hair, put make up on her, and carry her around everywhere.  She’s 8 now and an even bigger mess now than she was then.

Flashback Friday :: Senior Year, Teenage Mutant Ninja Seniors



Some of my graduating class.  We were scattered all throughout the stadium.  I chose to sit in the stands and snap photos with my old school SLR.  Oh yes, I had an actual SLR camera my Senior year of high school.  I completely love that camera, although I’m not a film user any more.  The new Canon DSLR  is currently on my wishlist, hopefully I can talk someone into getting it for me soon.  Just have to think of a major milestone to cross to get it.

I always enjoyed Homecoming and working on floats for school.  It’s definitely something I miss about high school.  Although, I’m sure glad that I’m out of high school.  Man oh man are these days long gone.  I wish I had taken the time to sit back and enjoy these carefree days.  Although, I can’t go back; I’ve got plenty of pictures from my Secondary classes and if you’re lucky I just might break out more of them later on down the road.

Blast from the Past :: 14 years of Camp Cavett

A few of my friends asked if I had some pictures of us in JR high and Camp Cavett from long ago.  I told them yes and to give me a few days to see what I could scrounge up.  I’ve been looking through them today and can’t believe some of the outrageous hair styles and colors I had.  I can’t believe my mother let me do some of it, but to give her credit, she normally didn’t know I had done or was doing anything to my hair until after the fact.  Lord, I hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass – but I’m sure it will.

I’m glad my mother & Nanny taught me how to use a camera when I was a kid.  If they hadn’t…I wouldn’t have photos of all the huge Striper’s I caught at Camp Cavett….the pink hair I sported on more than one occasion…the mud fights…OU Football Players…friends before they passed away…and all the crazy & fun time few & far between.

Here are just a few snapshots over the past 14 years at Camp Cavett.  I’m thankful to have these memories down on paper.

Tori opening gifts the last night of camp 2002.

Of course we all have our fish stories.  Mostly they’re the ones of “the one who got away”, which resulted in a broken pole.  That’s mine & Gabbi’s story and we’re sticking to it.  Just like how a 10lb. Striper pulled us both in the water one year.  I think it was something like I caught it and Gabbi tried to save me and grabbed me and we both went in.  The fish got away and so did the pole.  Yes, that was our wild story we told Danny when we came back with our guide sopping wet.  It still makes me laugh remembering that story, like so many of the ones I have do.

One of my favorite photos.  It was just a day camp this year.  You see, Camp Cavett is run on donations and funds it raises throughout the year so that the kids don’t have to pay to go to the camp.  This particular year, Camp Cavett  didn’t raise enough funds to be able to put in a week long camp, so we had a day camp.  It was still fun.  Exhausting, oh so exhausting but fun!