Sunday, August 30, 2009

Friendly Faces

On Friday night, I took dinner out to Colby and his brother. They were hard at work, drilling wheat all day long. Sometimes I feel sorry for them and take them out a box of pizza.

That, my friends, is the secret to any man's heart. Believe me.

Anyway, across the road where these friendly faces. I think they either wanted some pizza or become friends. I'm not quite sure yet.


The babies are just the cutest. They all just came over and stood at the fence so that I could take pictures of them.



Hopefully, they weren't just staring at me because I look funny, but you never really know.

I would hate for the cows to start judging me.


Doesn't this cow just scream Mrs. Personality? She could be a lonely housewife anywhere in the U.S., struggling to keep up with her laundry and cleaning. All she really wants is someone to pay attention to her.

Or a piece of pepperoni pizza. Whatever.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Jaycee Dugard


I cannot imagine being abducted and held for eighteen years in a backyard. I cannot imagine being repeatedly raped and giving birth to my first child at 13. I cannot imagine the pain and suffering that Jaycee Dugard went through.

I cannot imagine how patrol officers could have overlooked the fact that Jaycee and her two children were locked in that ramshackle backyard.

I cannot imagine the pain her mother felt for eighteen years while her little girl was missing. I cannot imagine how her step-father dealt with being blamed for her disappearance.

I cannot imagine how a man could be so evil and commit such act. I cannot imagine how a wife could stand by and watch such horrendous child abuse.

I cannot imagine how Jaycee and her children will be able to reenter society. I cannot imagine how the outside world must look to their eyes.

I cannot imagine her mother's absolute joy at realizing she would be reunited with her child.

I just cannot imagine...

Friday, August 28, 2009

Child of the Corn

My baby sister is a bit crazy. Heck, she's loopy, wild, and very enthusiastic about life.

Honestly, she can be quite a handful. But I love her so dang much.


A couple of weeks ago, she started 2nd grade. To my parent's dismay, she came home with a note from the teacher last night that said- "Jamey has been creating room noise- nothing too bad particularly, but I would appreciate if you talked to her about it."

Personally, I laughed. What does that even mean? (This is just one of the reasons why I'm not quite ready for kids.)

She was lectured repeatedly by my parents, of course.


I'm glad she has a vivid personality myself. She is smart as whip and does good on her homework. Sometimes she can just be a little excitable.

I mean, one little trip to a corn field and she's asking me if "we can build a house in the middle of a big corn filed and live there forever." How silly is that? She's already has it all imagined out and knows it would be a total blast.


Of course, I now know that I'll never need to take her to another movie again. She has SO much more fun just running around in corn fields.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

My First Day

Transferring had me really nervous. Seriously.

I woke up at 5 AM yesterday to drive 136 miles to my new campus in time for my first class at 9 and I didn't get back home until 10:30 last night... It was a very long, exhausting day.

(I would like to point out that I'm not planning on driving everyday. I'm just doing it now to say money. I was going to have to pay $400 for August rent and only live there a week, so I decided to wait until September 1 to move in.)

Amazingly, I found all my new classes easily and was helped by some very friendly people. I felt very at home there, surrounded by rowdy Texans. At my new school, it's actually normal to wear cowboy boots around. How cool is that? Plus, I heard people talk about "working on the farm" and "mares." I absolutely feel at home. These are my people.

I had been planning on having an easy semester, but apparently I forgot about that idea while making my schedule. I'm in 17 hours of hard classes- Spanish, Speech, The Judicial Process, International Law, and History of the U.S., 1914-1945. The history class does it for me, but I'm not really feeling the other ones so far.

Purchasing my books has been dreadful as always. One day I'm going to start a rebellion against campus books stores. Seriously, $800 in books is ridiculous. I feel like the life is getting sucked out of me every time I try to buy books. Too. Dang. Expensive.

Overall, I'm excited to be back in class and expanding my brain. I think it was starting to get rusty. I'll have more to report later. I've got to leave to make the drive again in a couple of hours.

I hope you all have a great day.

P.S.- I found it weird that this post had no picture, so I decided to post one of Jamey from her first day of school:


Doesn't she look totally excited?

Monday, August 24, 2009


This is my 100th post! How crazy is that?!?

I'm pretty much amazed myself.

In celebration, I decided to post a few (or maybe ten) facts about myself. Get ready to be blown away (or fall asleep).

1.) I start school tomorrow. I'm transferring and really looking forward to it.

2.) I'm a political science major. That means I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do after I graduate, but I do know that I'm studying what makes me happy.

3.) I'm in love with a farmer- totally in love. We've been dating 8 1/2 months. It's bliss.

4.) This is what I looked like last weekend:


5.) Brad Paisley and Taylor Swift are my two favorite country singers, but I'll always have a thing for George Straight.

6.) I know how to ride a horse, but I'm not really into it. My family has had horses as long as I can remember though.

7.) I'm not a morning person. Nope. I'm not always a night person either.

8.) I'm addicted to farm town on facebook, but I realize that it is nothing like real life farming. It's way cheaper and easier. They don't have hail storms or droughts on farm town.

9.) I love Mexican food and can make some delicious enchiladas.

10.) I'm a big fan of little kids and babies, but am in no hurry to have my own.

11.) I thought about coming up with 100 things, but I seriously couldn't think of anymore.

Have a Happy Monday and come back soon!

Nostalgia (I Heart Faces)

This week at I heart faces the theme is nostalgia.

Being the country girl that I am, this picture really makes me think about the past and those who came before me.


Since I'm from an agriculture family and in love with a farmer, I often get to see scenes like this. This is my boyfriends 75 year-old Grandfather during wheat harvest this summer. Farming around here is very much a family ordeal and everyone helps out. He still works with the rest of the family, wearing his old overalls and a John Dear cap.

Be sure to head over to I heart faces to see more awesome pictures. You won't regret it.

Friday, August 21, 2009


"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you."
- John 14:27

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Vacation Continues

Yeah, I know I returned home from vacation almost a month ago, but I seriously had a great time and can't wait to go back.

That's not going to happen for a while, so I decided that it was time to post the rest of my pictures from the trip.

Plus, it's not like things have been very exciting around here. I've just been hanging out and getting ready for school.









Isn't this the coolest building you've ever seen? It's just so dang interesting.

Have a great day.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Look! No Training Wheels!

Jamey gets her sense of grace from me, which means she has none. She's a clumsy little kid, exactly how I was at her age.

Wait, I'm still clumsy, but that's not the point.

She recently decided to ride her bike without training wheels. Since she is seven, we all encouraged her.



At first, Jamey insisted that she needed safety gear, "Dad, I need knee pads and a helmet."

My dad, being the old-school country man that he is, was not that worried about safety: "No, you don't. That's what's wrong with kids these days. A little scrape won't hurt you."

Remember, Jamey is my father's sixth child. It's safe to say that he is a very relaxed parent.


My dad set about teaching Jamey to ride her bike. He helped her to get her balance and pushed her off. She was soon doing amazing, only have a few problems turning.





Of course, as soon as we thought she had it mastered, Jamey crashed and burned. One scraped elbow and a deep cut on the knee resulted in an evening trip to the emergency room.

I should have taken my camera inside to document the experience, but lets be honest- who wants to see an eighty-year old doctor give a screaming child several stitches? Not me. I would actually like to forget that part of the evening.

Yes, we will be buying safety equipment soon- one really gnarly scare is enough for my dad.

Monday, August 17, 2009


Getting into photography and this blog has open my eyes to the beauty that surrounds me.

I am constantly on the look out for good pictures and pretty views. Everyday beauty is suddenly all around me. It's awesome.


"Look deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better."
-Albert Einstein


"To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug."
- Helen Keller


"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own;
and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress."
- Charles Dickens


"I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God."
Alan Havhamess

Take time to enjoy the beauty around you; I guarantee you'll appreciate it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


In celebration of my baby sister's seventh birthday, we had a little photo shoot. This was before her party and she was dressed to impress in her new school clothes.


Her party was something else, but that's a totally another story. Let's just say that we all had a blast.


Jamey was a bit uncooperative. I don't know if it's her age (I mean, she is seven now and all grown up) or if she really couldn't get her face to form a realistic smile, but we had serious problems getting some decent pictures.


Luckily, this was before her birthday and I got to pull the you haven't gotten your presents yet and you better behave card. It worked somewhat.


I really just can't believe that she's seven already.


I love the little squirt so much.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Happy Birthday, Jamey

Dear J-Bird,

I can't believe that you're actually seven today. I remember you birth so vividly. I was thirteen and very annoyed that I was left at Grandpa's and Grandma's for three days while Mom was in labor. I remember playing Monopoly with Clay and discussing what could possibly be taking you so long to arrive. We were all so excited for you to be born.

jamey 12 days 3

Grammy and Aunt Martha took Clay, Shay, Ashley, Clint and me to visit you a few hours after you were finally delivered. I remember we started loving all over you, giving you kisses and admiring your tiny little feet. That's when Dad informed us that you hadn't yet had a bath so we were essentially kissing a baby who had been soaking in her own pee for nine months. Yucky.

Did you know that we used to fight over who got to hold you? It truly happened. Even Clay and Clint would get in arguments over who's turn it was to hold little Jamey. I know we might not act like it, but your siblings all adore you.

james&stormy college

j with baby 19mth WITHOUT FOOT

I remember the day you took your first steps. It was early June and Mom, Shay, Ashley, and I were all playing on the floor with you. We were encouraging you to stand and you eventually got your balance. Before long, you took one clumsy little step. Your sisters (myself included) all screeched in surprise. Of course, your eyes then got big and you fell flat on your little butt. Soon after, everything changed as you began to terrorize our house with your ability to move.


jamey playing piano 18 mths 2

You were always a sassy little squirt. Not long after you started walking, you began to start calling people by their names. You knew everyone's names- expect for mine. You would call me "Shay" when I was in the room and then "Marla" when I was gone. It was obvious that you were purposely taunting me. One day, you became obsessed with Finding Nemo and started to call me "Dory." It stuck and now most of our immediate family calls me "Dory" too.

jamey on tractor 3


Time passed quickly and before I knew it you were all grown up and starting school. I'm so excited that I don't have to leave for school in a few days. I'm only going to be two hours away and I'll probably be home every single weekend. Don't worry; you can come visit me anytime and swim in my pool.


Jamey, you are such a sweet little girl. I'm blessed to have you in my life. Know that your big sister will always be here to help you out if you ever need anything.

I love you,


Monday, August 10, 2009

Summer Sunset

One of my favorite times to take pictures is right at sunset. It can be a bit tricky because of the rapidly changing light, but the effects are always awesome.


This weekend, I had the pleasure of driving around the farm with Colby at sunset. It was the perfect time to take several breathtaking pictures.


It's times like these when I forget to worry about the little things.


I don't worry about having a ton of things to do before school starts. I forget all about the fact that I'm low on funds to pay for school...


Instead, I marvel in the fact that it's summer and I'm having a wonderful night. Everything feels absolutely right.


The sprinklers are all running. For once, there is nothing to fix. (That's quite the thing right there.)


The corn crop is growing and growing. It actually looks like there might be record breaking harvests this year.


The beauty of it all surrounds me and sometimes I'm afraid to blink.


Spending time with Colby is always amazing, but it's times like this that I truly treasure.


And I really couldn't ask for anything more.