Sunday, May 23, 2010

New Mexico Day 2

Hola!Things I learned on Day One of New Mexico trip:
3. Grown men can carry minature poodles in carry on lugage.
4. Asian men who are reading a book on the history of physics don't like it when little girls from Tennessee jump while they are sleeping in awkward positions on planes.
5. Cellphones laugh in your face if you try to make a call or send a text even within the capital of New Mexico.

First stop of trip on Day 2 of trip : The Baptist Children's Home in Portales, NM

These children have been dealt some hard lives but have come out as these beautiful individuals.
Three boys from the home working at the barn early Saturday morning.

Mark and his wife run one of the cottages that houses 5 boys at the Children's Home. Here he is lassoing his young daughter.

BABY HORSE!!!!! ONLY A WEEK OLD. The cuteness makes you smile.

Another one of Mark and Tara's children. I have no excuse for this little guy. I will say that my suitcase almost became mysteriously heavier right before we left the home... i decided I'd let his parents keep him though. He is addicted to nose picking after all. :)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Miss America? Miss Lumberjack?

I am going to let you in on a little secret.
What I am about to tell you may come as a surpise:

I have a burning passion for plaid and flannel clothing.


Okay now that I got that off my chest I will move on.

My mother forced me to watch the Miss America competition last night. I am not really sure why she was so interested in the competition. All of the stories she has told me of pageants she participated in as a child were horrifying tales of lace. However, I relinquished the remote because:
A. She pays the bills.
B. She grew me in her womb.
C. My only other option was to watch Myth Busters.

2.47 minutes into watching the broadcast, my sarcasm reared its ugly head with a vengeance. See photo below:

This is me.
This is me wearing my *cough**cough* Prom Queen Crown* cough*cough*
This is me mocking a Miss America contestant wearing said above object.
This is me in a tiara wearing my LUMBERJACK shirt.

I LOVE my lumberjack shirt.
It is cozy and five sizes to big for me and soft and plaid and flannel and doesn't care that I ate an ungodly amount of bacon for breakfast.

Next came the swim suit competition, but I won't post pictures of that because:
1. There are perverts on the internet.
2. It is the middle of winter and Grace feels no need to tan and/or shave. WHAT? DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD? Whoops...
3. I have eaten too much macaroni & cheese over the holiday season.

In the end, I was voted Miss Congeniality. This is, in part, because I have no talent.

Well.... I have talent. Just not any talent I can show on a stage or, in this case, the middle of my living room.

It is okay. I am learning to deal with this fact. Seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry about little ole talentless me. I don't care that I couldn't dance to save my life and that my vocal chords hate me.

I'm going to see a therapist Monday.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

31 days

I have spent 31 consecutive days of my life here:

Well besides the other 18 some-odd years I grew up here.

Let be the first to say, though, that are only so many things you can do in this house.

In other words I am bored.

I even scrubbed the stove and the vent-a-hood yesterday because I was so bored.

My mother isn't complaining about my boredom.

I would like to return to college now, though. Please and Thank You. Amen.