The Winter Blues

I’ve never actually seen a groundhog so I’m not sure I truly believe they exist (kidding!), but if I ever do meet that dang groundhog who saw his shadow on February 2, 2012 in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, a place I’ve never been, I’m going to drop kick him to the next continent.


I mean, seriously, Mr. Groundhog? Did you have to see your shadow? Did you have to stick your nose in the air declaring 6 more weeks of winter? Did you have to cause my 60 degree January days to come to a screeching halt so they could turn into yucky, yucky cold February days? Did you really have to make it…snow?!?!





So…yeah…the white stuff was pretty. But, Mr. Groundhog! Seriously! I’m ready for Spring!


Although, I do really like to wear my rubb-ah boots.




Polka dots in the snow, yo. I love this picture so.


It’s the only thing keeping me sane Mr. Groundhog. The. Only. Thing. This picture…and bacon.

#LobStilly

Oklahoma State vs. Iowa State 2/2/12

Our basketball team may not be perfect, they may have lost more games than they’ve won, but they definitely know how to grab the attention of their fan base. And quick!


Let me tell you a little something about #LobStilly…and yes, I realize I just willingly used Stilly on my own blog when I’ve ranted here in the past about how much I despise the popular shortened version of my beloved Stillwater, but it’s what the people want. And the people get what the people want. I guess.


Anyway, let’s get back to #LobStilly, shall we? It’s a little thing called…


“OH MY GOSH DID YOU JUST SEE MARKEL BROWN DUNK THAT BALL?! OH MY GOSH DID YOU JUST SEE BRIAN WILLIAMS ALLEY-OOP THAT BALL TO MARKEL BROWN SO HE COULD DUNK IT AGAIN?! OH MY GOSH DID MARKEL BROWN JUST DUNK THE BALL AGAIN?! OH MY GOSH DID YOU JUST SEE THAT PASS FROM KEITON PAGE TO BRIAN WILLIAMS SO HE COULD DUNK THE BALL LIKE MARKEL BROWN?!”

I could watch this ALL. DAY. LONG.




And if that’s not enough for you, here are Brown’s two rockin’ dunks against Mizzou…

I really don’t think those Ts were warranted, but hey. What do I know?



Markel Brown. Oh my. #LobStilly is right.



But enough about Markel Brown.



What about Le’Bryan Nash?! With his last second almost game winning shot that led to THE game winning block also made by one Le’Bryan Nash! AWESOME!!

I really just want to give him a big hug. He’s such a little cutie. Well, maybe he’s not little since he’s more than half a foot taller than me, but whatever.










Oh, Cowboys, how I love you all! Keep it up ‘boys!



***Update*** Oh! And make sure you check out #LobStilly on Twitter! It is positively blowing up over there. Crazy. Seriously crazy. There are shirts here and here and there's desktop wallpaper here. The power of the World Wide Web. It's truly amazing.

After extensive (and by extensive I mean I saw it on my timeline) Twitter Research…Twitsearch?…whatever…I have found the person/persons who claim to be the originator. Good job guys! You’ve started a trend!

Someday…

When I was a little girl I dreamed that one day I would be a ballerina. I would put on one of my grandma's fluttery night gowns, and she would safety pin it up in the back so it wouldn't fall off. Then I would put on my little ballet slippers turn on some music and dance. Every time I visited my grandparents I would perform a show. They applauded, of course, and told me how fantastic I was. I thought, someday...I'll be amazing!


The thing is, I never took a single dance class. Not to mention the fact that I can’t dance. Like at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure  you could compare my dancing to a half dead beetle bouncing around on the ground.


But, none of that mattered to my little girl self. She wanted to be a ballerina and when she was dancing there was no one better.


I feel the same way as a big girl about my photography. I know I’m not great, but when I have my camera in my hands I feel like a professional with a passion and there’s no one better.





My dream of becoming a graceful ballerina may not have come true, but I’m determined to become a passionate photographer with beautiful images to share.




Someday…


I will be.





In the meantime while I wait, practice, and grow perhaps I’ll have a nice frosty beverage.




Here’s to making dreams come true!

Sometimes…

A girl just needs some peanut butter and chocolate.







And some hot pink moccasins wouldn’t hurt either.

25 Reasons to Paint

I would like to state, for the record, that this photo has absolutely no correlation to what I’m about to write. I just like it. So…I’m sharing.



1. I’ve officially lived in my house for 1 year, 6 months, and 19 days.


2. In that time I’ve painted one wall orange and 7 walls gray.


3. I think it’s about time for more walls to meet my paint brush, don’t you?


4. My dilemma is that my living space is one GIANT space.


5. Which means painting is a HUGE undertaking.


6. Which means I’m overwhelmed.


7. Which is not the opposite of underwhelmed because underwhelmed is not a word.


8. Whelmed isn’t a word either.


9. Who invented this language anyway???


10. Right now all but 8 of my walls are what I like to refer to as the inner depths of a week old banana pudding.


11.Particularly where the vanilla wafer meets the pudding and they’ve become one.


12. Are you picturing a brownish yellowish goldish color?


13. Good.


14. So, I’m leaning toward a nice neutral beige for the most part.


15. Possibly something like this:




16. But, I really think if I paint all of the GIANT walls in my living area the same color I’ll be bored.


17. And who wants to be bored?


18. Consider this (because I am): what if I paint the back wall of my dining room an accent color?


19. Can you dig it?


20. I’m digging it.


21. You know what would be so helpful to determine the answers to all of my questions?


22.Some pictures.


23. I’ll work on that.


24. After I clean my house.


25. After I procrastinate some more.