all the things i buy...

while running an errand in p-ville last week, i came across this little gift shop, oh la la. i'm unable to find a website for it but have hooked you up with the location for now, if any of you locals feel obliged to take a trip over. i was really hoping for a kick-ass candle selection in the side side shop but i was pretty disappointed and wanted to sooth my shopping blues. that is when i stumbled upon this chic canvas bag. a while back, this bag was all the rage because some hottie tottie designer thought up a screened print version. apparently, it wasn't trademarked... i pretty sure they are all over now. but my version was less than $30 and it's embroidered!!! which makes me love it even more.

say what?

who: Lola (my car.) (and yes, she does speak to me. seriously.)

said what:"now showing all CASINO icons"

in regards to: request for fast food icons

... really?!

a to the tx

by awebstertx

so i'm on my way into ausitn this afternoon for some partying, a little bridal business, and some much need QT with all those special austinites i hold near and dear to my heart. hold on to your hats, it gonna be a blast!

lost.

by JameSSpicer

you know that feeling you get in your stomach when you have to do something you dread or you find yourself in a very uncomfortable situation and want to remove yourself as soon as possible? nervous. anxious. confused.

i have it. it's gross. i want it to go away. i am not quite sure how to do that.

the 4th... on the 8th.

the wainwright cabin.... isn't it patriotic?!

i took a little road trip out to east texas to visit with sister no.1 and her family for the 4th. it was filled with food, fireworks and fun. not much more happened that deserves an epic tale of repeating into the blogosphere so here are some pics of the pretty little kiddos i adore so very much.

this is taylor. i call him tatar tot but not out loud, only in my head. his friends call him kicker, he is the star kicker for the high school football team. i find the name annoying. i will continue to call him tatar tot. but only in my head. he is staying the week with me. oh how i have forgotten the sassiness of a 15 year old teenager.

this is dawson. every so often sister no. 1's husband buzzes all the kids hair. dawson wanted a mohawk. i think he rawks it.... and to give credit where credit is due, taylor sported the mohawk first a few weeks back. he was trying to shock sister no. 1. she held it together pretty well.

here is calan. one day, i want his nick name to be cal. i don't think it will take but one can wish. he has amazing eyes. i tell sister no. 1 that he will be her rock star, not like mick jagger rock star more like kick ass and take names rock star... not that the other kids won't do amazing things but i think calan will be the one that changes the world.

and finally. i posted about madison a few days ago. she is still our princess. and will be until the end of days. she is just too much! all of sister no.1 kids have been tiny little things... you could pick them all up and swing them around with your pinkie finger. but not madison. she is solid. solid as a rock! lord knows she needs to be with three older brothers. oh i love her so.

all the things i want...

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freak out.

saturday morning i woke up to quiet. complete and utter stillness. if you know the pup pictured above... you know this is an odd occurrence. with this awkward feeling that something wasn't right, i jumped up and found turk laying beside the bed on a pile of clothes. with a sigh of relief, i begin to leave my bedroom and walk to the stairs to find the other canine half of my morning alarm that had failed to go off. not finding gauge at first glance, i turned back to notice turk not following in my foot steps. i went back into my room finding him still laying in my pile of clothes. he stood up on his front legs with his ears straight back. i thought to myself... HOLD THE PHONE. something is terribly wrong here. when the most energetic dog in the world is not up and at 'em at the crack of dawn, we have a problem. i called turk over to me and with a one-two step with his hind legs, his bum fell flat to the floor.... he tried again and it was a no go. I was scared out of my mind!!! TurkieLeg's legs weren't working!

after about an hour of rubbing his legs, calling around to professionals, praying to james, and crying some tears i decided to set him up on my bed and keep him off his legs for the day. i have never seen turk down for the count... even when his little boys were removed he was still pretty energetic and aware. but saturday, he was a completely different dog. he slept the entire day except for when i would leave his side. he cried when he couldn't see me. and he whimpered when gauge would leave the room. i was fearful that he would never be able to walk on his own again.... images of turk in a doggie wheelchair raced across my mind... have we talked about dramatic i can be at times? here would be a perfect example.

anyhow... at about 6pm, turk woke up from a nap, heard the front door open, bounded up and barreled down the stairs and straight out the door... like nothing had ever been wrong. I MEAN!

sometimes... i want to ring his little neck.

all the things i want...

traditional home

seriously.... i'm not even kidding.

all the things i want...

this is how i propose, we ladies, make everyday friday... buy like 10 pair of these super cute undies made by the candi factory and wear them everyday because everyone knows the days of the week are according to what it says on your underwear!

temper.

i haven't been up to much these day. i've been trying to lock myself in my room and force my hand at getting the nitty gritty, bore my face off, rather shoot myself in the foot for entertainment, stuff out of way so i can jump to oh! so glorious fun part of starting a business. the lock on the door works from the inside, therefore... not much forcing going on. but i was witness to one of the most dramatic temper tantrums this weekend while swimming with sister no.1 and her litter of kiddos. i wonder where in the world could she have ever gotten that kind of temper.... we are such a quiet and calm family!! (in another galaxy far, far away.)

ms. madison, our pretty, pretty princess.

i just had to snap a picture! she will hate me in 15 years because of this photo. but i will love her for.ever.

update: so i felt like a bad a gi-gi for posting a not so lovely picture of madison. so here... i must do her justice.

all the things i want...

i need some new simple earrings and these are pretty cute, no? they may not be pearl earrings but they sure are mother of pearl... but for $24.00 from Patina.com, I doubt that's even the truth. Nevertheless, they're still sweet!

all the things i buy...

a few weeks ago i had a debatable discussion with fellow friends about the clean, pristine, white chuck vs. the gunky, falling apart, nasty chuck. i lost the debate. swampy even jumped my ship and sided with the other team. it was a sad day. seeing that i didn't even own a pair of chuck taylors, i decided to truly have an opinion, i needed to try these guys out for myself.

i have. AND i am sticking to the clean and pristine approach. i like the simple clean tennis shoe look with jeans and a tee. what can i say? i like classic and CLEAN!

i am not trying to be a poser, promise. and since i won't be going to emo's anytime soon, it really shouldn't be a problem.

say what?

who: erika

said what: "lesbians weddings make me sad!"

in regards to: a lesbian wedding BOAT party.

la pensée de la semaine.

by emarie

i wonder if people realize that their lies are completely transparent. do people really think that other can't put two and two together? it hurts when friends lie but not giving me enough credit to figure out the truth is just plain insulting.

all the things i buy...

this is another thing i did not purchase, it was given to me as a gift. a very special gift. not only is it a mood ring... the yellow parts glows in the dark! this i figured out last night while i was trying to sneak Oreos out of the kitchen... the glaring light from my super star ring practically blinded me and i almost tripped over myself. these things should come with a health hazard warning.