Friday, June 5, 2009

To My Secret Admirer

So I got online today to find that I had a new comment on one of my posts. 

This is what it read:

Anonymous said...

hello, gracie- i just want you to know i am in love with you and have been for a very long time. i am so afraid to tell you to your face, not knowing how you would feel. just please, beautiful, give me a chance
with love,
your secret admirer.

All of my friends denied it; of course, they would. I told them that I found it quite hilarious, but they still denied it. I told them that I wasn't the least bit mad or upset, but still they denied it. I told them that they should just own up to it because it was hysterical, but still they denied it. 

So for now, I shall go along with it. 

As long as my secret admirer is one of these guys:


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Goldie Locks gets a haircut

Goldie Locks decided to get a haircut today. Of course, Mother Grace had to go moral support.

She needed a lot of moral support.

Find your happy place, Goldie Locks, find your happy place!!

Lookin' good, Goldie Locks!


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Mad Woman in the Attic?

My mother and I were in what we call " A Throwing Away Mood" today. Therefore we decided to tackle the attic and all of the pure, unadulterated, unexplainable, useless junk that it holds/ held. 

This is what we pulled down from said attic:

I had no idea that there was this much stuff in our attic. I expected to find that crazy lady that Rochester hid in the attic in Jane Erye or a Jumangi game board at any moment.

As I looked over the piles and piles of stuff that Mother and I had to now sort through, I decided to not really contemplate the fact that I probably had no less than ten brown recluses crawling all over me, or the fact that it was going to take a few hours to properly go through everything. 

Instead, I decided to go to my "happy place" :

This is my happy place. 

My mother and I found this among the rubble. It is a doll house that someone made for me when I was younger. However, now it resembles something leftover after a hurricane. Hmmm... Hurricane Barbie maybe?

One good thing did come from the hours I spent helping my mother go through the fifty years of crap she had shoved into our attic; I found plenty of dishes, glasses, and silverware for college. Aren't they pretty and speckled! :)


Monday, June 1, 2009


I  begged my parents for a little, petite, delicate, inside dog for years. I dreamed of carrying around my tiny pet in the cutest little bags and dressing her up in adorable sweaters. This is what I got:

Meet Beast #1; otherwise known as Ronald Reagan. He is three years old, loves day-long naps, anything edible, long walks, squeaky toys, and of course his owner, me. Reagan is the biggest beagle you will ever see, weighing between 50-60 lbs. However, do not make the assumption that Reagan is fat; he is merely stocky.  

Meet beast #2; otherwise known as Margaret Thatcher. She loves playing fetch, splashing all of the water out of her bowl, sleeping at your feet, getting as dirty as possible, and following her brother (Ronald Reagan) around. I received her as a graduation present, however, she has actually become my mother's dog. Thatcher, a nine-week old dalmation/ husky mix, will be replacing me in the family once I leave for college. 

For a few rare moments of the day, Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher play with each other peacefully. These harmonious occasions are shortly lived, however. 

Usually their relationship resembles something found on the discovery channel. 
They bite.
They snarl.
They growl.
They claw.
They attack.

But moments like these make all of the rest slip from your mind. 

 I love my beasts. Amen.


Sunday, May 31, 2009

April 24th West TN. Tea Party

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon (the day before prom actually... not that prom has ANYTHING to do with this post...). I was excited (being the little conservative extremist that I am) about going to a tea party with my parents. No this was not the kind of tea party where you lift you pinkie finger, cross your ankles and wear you best Sunday dress. No, my dear friends, this was not that kind of tea party at all.

This was one of the first signs I saw upon arriving at the field where the party was to be held. I do not believe that this man's sign held an ounce of sarcasm. I would guess that 3/4's of the attendants of the event owned gun permits, multiple guns, and bullets.  I will be joining the ranks very soon.

Amen sister. AMEN! As a side note: I am sick of hearing the word change. So I grabbed a thesaurus and found the word revolutionize. It seems to be a more appropriate word to use now that the other one has been tainted.

Amen Brother. AMEN! I love this guy's sign because it sums up a whole lot that has been going on in our country. I am an American and I fully stand behind the original beliefs and morals of the people that founded this great country. For that, I will not apologize. 

Now isn't this just the cutest thing you have EVER seen?!? Seriously, what is more adorable than an older couple who apparently still loves one another and our country after fifty some-odd years of marriage. I asked them if they would adopt me as their granddaughter. 

The older couple from above said they would not adopt me (it wasn't anything personal they added...they just already had many grandchildren to care for...I envy their grand kids). Looks like I am left with these people.  

All in all, the West TN. Tea Party was a great event. There were hundreds of people of different backgrounds, careers, and ages that were standing up for their beliefs and vocalizing that they did not agree with what was going on with our country. 

I was proud to be among them all.