what would you choose?

sometimes an object is just

an object...

...and sometimes it's so much more.

this was an article that i found in a magazine i was thumbing through today and it really struck my fancy. in this article, five writers describe the meaning hidden within 5 everyday things that they cherish.

these five objects were objects that you wouldn't expect, but they are objects that they hold dear, and they all reveal a story behind them. sounds like something i would read, right? i know, i just love it!

so your probaly wondering what 5 objects they chose, here they are:

1. a deer carving

2. a red checked apron

3. silk long underwear

4. treasure chest

5. anniversary pearls

they all have long, detailed beautiful stories that i would love to share, but it would just take eternity for me to write them all down because i believe every single detail is important and i would have to write it ALL down, so im just not even going to do it. but, the point is.....

i want to make my list of 5 things, and i hope i inspire you to do it as well so here is mine:

(no particular order of course)

1. hand-written journals: i have always been the girl to keep a journal, even though to some it may seem silly, i think it is very important. you go through life and only think the big things matter, but sometimes the little things are the things that matter the most. you should write those little things down, look back on them when you need them and smile or even cry a little.

2. my trusty pair of black high heels: if i am ever in doubt on the choice of shoe to wear, i always grab my pair of black ruffle top high heels. it doesn't matter what outfit, they always do the trick, so yes i cherish them.

3. my blue willow china collection: there is just something about those blue and white plates, i just adore them, always have. my collection is small, but it's growing everytime i find a new piece in one of my favorite downtown vendor shops.

4. hallmark cards: i keep every single handwritten hallmark card i get from garrett. i love to pull them out and read them every now and then. he really takes time to write out every word and i just eat it up.

5. my star necklace: it's a very dainty short in length silver necklace i wear around my neck almost everyday. i love, love, love it.

so there you have it, whew that was tough guys!

just blink

life isn't always beautiful, you look up to the sky and see breath-taking marshmellow clouds intertwined with peaks of sunlight oneday and the next its heart thrashing hailstorms overwhelming you with darkness. that same field of green grass full of white wild countless daisies could be destroyed in a matter of seconds with flames leaving behind nothing but sut and ruin.


sunday morning was a wake up call for alot of people, including myself. and it is really sad, that it takes something so tragic to happen like a car accident, to open up your eyes and make you realize that your life can be taken away from you in less than what you would call a second.


 just blink your eye. did you pay attention to what you just did? it's really hard to get the concept of it, because we are human and we think we are so invinsible to the world, but if you think about how fast it takes you to blink your eye it really gets the motor running. it's like we think we are superman or something right? we think things like, "ah that will never happen to me", or "i just won't think about those things happening to me" but the hard fact is, is that we need to. life is so much shorter than we think.

two people lost their lives instantly in that wreck, leaving behind three who are now going through unimaginable pain, extensive surgeries, and not to mention the emotional scars they will have to wear for the rest of their lives knowing that they lost their best friends. 


the whole thing is so sad, it really breaks your heart to even think what pain they are going through and their families as well. and it really puts things into perspective. we shouldn't take life for granted, not even a second of it. life is like a game of chess, one wrong move could send you in the wrong direction. so we should take each step we take with careful thought and cherish every minute of it.

this little piggy

i was your "lucy". your "giggle-box". you were my "mow-mow". and you will always, always be my mow-mow.

i have these old photographs of you when you were my age, pictures when you were wed, oh and my favorite picture of you and paw paw kissing on the couch with gifts surrounding you on your anniversary, your old jewelry box, your handwritting from your check book registry, your old pearls and the quilt you made for me that i hold onto real tight on days when i miss you the most, days like today when i could really use one of your "mow-mow hugs".





you taught me how to laugh, we were so alike in our personality. God blessed me with a little piece of you when he made me. we were so close because i was so much apart of you, and i still am today.  every now and then when something really makes me laugh, you know that kind of laugh that makes you stream tears uncontrollably, i feel you near me and it always takes me back to those days sitting in your lap as a little girl in your recliner that you loved so much. you would make up silly stories that would make me giggle, stories that would even make yourself giggle. and we would just laugh and laugh. and you would watch barney and friends with me everytime i came over to see you, i miss that so much.

this little piggies and the way you always exaggerated the e's of the weee weee weee's all the way home! i can hear you now and see you wiggling that pinkie toe of mine and you knew exactly where my tickle spots were! you would curl those fingers up and say "mow mows gonna tickle you!"

it was so cold in that old trailer of yours, i remember laying my head by the air conditioner vents on the floors and looking down them make- believing there was some kind of underground tunnel down there among all the dust and buttons that fell through the slits. i was just a kid, so of course i didn't know how silly that sounded at the time.


those blue and pink floral couches and those dull pink curtains that you made to match. i remember that odd gold oriental lamp that used to hang over the picture of you and paw paw. it seems like there was something red on the same wall, i wish i could remember what it was. i think it may have been from daddys graduation portrait that hung beside it along with my aunt bev and uncle andys graduation portraits. daddy had a red/burgandy jacket on in that picture. and that bright orange rocker that you said was paw paw's favorite chair. i remember you telling me how paw paw wasn't so good with kids, until oneday i hopped in his lap and made him play with me. and you said he used to rock me to sleep in that orange rocker.


the carpet was so worn down from the years and you had to watch your step for pins and needles that you lost while you were quilting. that was your hobby and you loved it. i pulled out the scraps from some of your unfinished quilts the other day just to look at them, i wish you could have finished them because they are so beautiful. mama finished the quilt you were working on for bridgette before she got married, before you passed away.


i remember your hands, you held me so many times how could i forget? so soft to the touch yet worn from all of the sewing and pricking you did with your diabetes "finger pricker" you called it. i used to be so afraid when i saw you using that finger pricker, i thought it was hurting you and you showed me what it did that day. you even let me prick my finger, i remember that.


i wish i could remember how you smelled, i think i miss that the most. i remember recognizing the smell a few years ago and i thought of you, i miss you so much.


yesterday i thought about the night me and mikell-paige spent the night with you. we stayed up late that night telling ghost stories and of course i was curled up in your lap. i remember you telling us about the time you saw paw paws ghost. you said paw paw came walking into the living room in just his underwear and boots on and asked you where his pants were. its funny now thinking back, but it sure wasn't then! after you told me that i couldn't sleep and i remember daddy coming to pick me up that night because i was so scared.


i miss the christmas's when everyone got a pack of brand new socks. i remember that christmas though when i was sick of getting socks every christmas and i let you know it too! the next year i didn't get socks, i got a toy doll instead and i felt terrible. i never told you i was sorry for that, but i was just a kid, you understood. i would give anything now to get a pack of socks from you for christmas. ever since you left, our family has drifted apart, we rarely get together now for the holidays. you were the glue that held our family together.

you got a pack of socks for christmas

i remember sitting with you while you were in that hospital bed, not knowing you would soon slip through our fingers. it all happened too quickly, and all the sudden we were seeing you suffer in the ICU and the only thing keeping you with us still was the life support system. it was like it was all a dream. daddy told me to hold your hand and tell you anything i wanted to tell you, he said you could hear me and that he would even leave the room so i could talk to you. but i couldn't, i just couldn't do it and now i wish i would have told you how much i loved you. i would have pulled out every memory i had of us, i would have apologized about the socks.

im getting older now but it doesn't seem so long ago since you were here with me. sometimes i think i forget to think about you, i get so caught up in this big world, i don't want to forget a single memory i have with you. im thankful for the little things that remind me of you, and i keep them real close deep inside my heart. i know that i will see you again, i just miss you so bad sometimes it seems like that day is so far away beyond my reach. i know you won't be around when i wear a white dress down the isle to marry, but i'll keep you close near my heart by wearing your pearls and you won't be around to spread your laughter or play this little piggy with my babies oneday, but i will tell them stories of you and me, and they will feel your love through me.

cheesecake smiles for a thousand miles

i know its been a while.. but here is what has happened lately in my life in a gist because i am way too lazy to go in detail tonight. hang on, here it goes:


canton flea market- crazy wide eyed shoppers who think that they have to buy every piece of crap they lay eyes on and apparently think you are transparent while walking. will i ever go again? jello no. i bought a clint eastwood shirt who i thought at first was james dean, a hit stick, a five dollar lemonade, and a three dollar squishy egg yoke spatter ball that totally kept me amused the whole rest of the day. it's three dollar self busted after i threw it at my grandmas screen door and that was the last of the squishy egg yoke spatter ball. just kidding about the fight stick even though it would have been very useful.

750 ( over 3 feet wide) panoramic puzzle of times square- it took me approx. four days to complete. im very proud of myself, can't you tell. big accomplishment for me. im thinking about maybe getting it framed. here it is!

iSpeech obama app- funniest blackberry app i have ever seen.


obama will say anything you tell him to

  that should do it.


so now that we are up to date.. last night me and garrett were looking at one of my grandmas cookbooks and there was a picture of a chocolate-cherry cheesecake on the cover. oh i got that, shoot! he was practically drooling so i decided i would make it for him. i knew it was going to take me all-day to make it so i got up this a.m. to get all the things i would need to make it. i didn't know it would take five hours though, but it was well worth it. he loved it making it a success.

after spending five hours making this divine cheese cake from scratch, i realized cooking takes alot of work, no wonder people shop from the frozen section. it's so much easier. i had to clean the kitchen at least three times because i am such a messy cook. i had oreos/butter in my hair, cherry syrup dripping from the counters to the floor, and oreos in my cool whip container. not complaining. and fyi: whipping cream and cool whip are NOT the same thing. i grabbed the cool whip instead of whipping cream in walmart because i thought whipping cream was the same thing as cool whip, and it is not.






so mine didn't look exactly like the picture, so what it never does right? it was still amazing.

 and i do this all because i love him.


happy monday to me : )

just a thought

ladies, leggings are not meant to be worn under gym shorts.

uggs are called uggs for a reason: they are ugg-ly.

your jeans are too tight when your zipper no longer "zips".
word: do the world a favor and refrain from doing the above.

whew, i feel better now
: )
that is all

weeds rust and childhood memories

it's where we have all of our family gatherings each year, the long winding road where i learned to ride my bicycle as a kid, it's the end of that same road where i went flying over the handle bars because i hit the brakes way too hard trying to stop, its that old tree we all tried to climb to the very tip top and almost did, the woods where we played and made "indian teepees" out of long sugar cane, not to mention the sugar cane mill we had so much fun swinging from even though we were dead if we got caught, it's the place where every building around ends with "-house", the old tractor we pretended to drive out of that old shed and the play house we made that i miss so much..

pawpaw and grandmas shoes
hard working shoes i'll never be able to fill

it was all at my grandparents house, and still is today even though weeds and rust have hidden their stories.




the "wash house"


 i went wandering around grandma and pawpaws house today just thinking back on all the memories i have there, and it's amazing how drastic things change over the years.

if you walk in the "wash house" you will find these, canned jars on every wall



this was our old play house

the sugar cane mill we swang from

the "shop house" 



 i never noticed until today how hard it is to even see where our old playhouse was, it's all grown up with weeds and black-eyed susans, you can only see the rust from the metal gates that surrounded it.
and i never noticed how much the land behind their house has changed too, instead of that huge junk pile that fascinated me as a kid, there's a garden there now with an electric fence. it looks great, but i sure do miss seeing that junk pile for some odd reason, it was treasure island to me at one time.

wind chimes on every limb seems like

pawpaw's shirt on that poor swing that caught hell with us grandkids.

so i took a few photos around my grandparents house, they are just a few of my favorite things there. it all sure makes me miss being a little girl.

ello monday

"good morning! welcome to krystals! would you like to start off the day with a krystals scrambler combo!?"


me: yes please!


...silence...


"welcome to krystals, can i take your order?"


me: oh fudge, not again!


so i decided to start off the day with a krystals scrambler combo breakfast meal, but i didn't realize the loud speaker was going to in turn make me feel like an idiot! i should have known it was a foonie anyway since the ladies voice on the loud speaker was so welcoming with her high pitch aunt jemima come on in child voice! why do they do that? they get me everytime! for now on, i will wait a few minutes before i answer, maybe i will fool them into feeling like an idiot!

but it was worth driving me bonkers once i got home with my scrambler and turned on a good toon! good, good monday morning home fries.

oh bobby!

is it wrong of me that i deleted my mother as my friend on facebook a few months ago? and i didn't do it to hurt her, i have just come to believe that it is best to not have your parents as your "friend" on facebook, and it isn't that im a bad child and im hiding something from her, it is just something i have decided is a -not!

so if i were to have a hot and not article in a magazine, this would def be a not, you see lightbulbs too? ahh cool


so, the subject of the matter came into convo tonight and it was pretty spankin' halarious so i will share it with you, it went a little something like this..


mom: well i would "like" what you commented on that status if i was your friend on facebook you know..
me: ok, ok.. i will do you the honor of befriending me again mom.
mom: no, that's okay..
me: why bobby??
mom: because you deleted me as your "friend" on facebook, i have to teach you a lesson, i have to play "hard to get me back facebook friend now"
me: well you know, i can do the same thing too by rejecting your friend request if you ever friend request me in the future since you have verbally rejected me via person.
me: and don't you want to read all of my juicy status's again?
mom: i have connections, so i can read your juicy status's all i want without being your friend on facebook.
me: i have connections also bobby, you have no idea


epic fail? maybe so, but it was still funny. i never knew "de-friending" someone on facebook could be such an insult! who knew!?