Tuesday, May 26, 2009


The front.

The back.

The...uuuhhhh...sitting. :)


Saturday, May 23, 2009

Trip to the Parental Units

Just a few photos from our trip to my parent's house.
Texas blue bonnets, the state flower, and Indian paint brushes.
Blue bonnets and my beautiful daughter.

Blue bonnet.

Indian paint brush.

Rowdy, my cousin's horse, that I get to feed when I go for a visit.

Monday, May 18, 2009

She's Easy

Notice how her new "more successful" personality draws the attention of men only?

We all know where that can lead....

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day Bouquet

My wonderful husband, Jaysan, got me this beautiful bouquet for Mother's Day!

Jaysan also made me breakfast this morning. Then he and the kiddos made me strawberry cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I took a few photos of the cupcakes, too. They were yummy!
Happy Mother's Day!

Friday, May 8, 2009

Pretty in Pink

I'm sooo excited to call this chair mine! I scooped it up at a yard sale that I came across on the way to pick up Emma from school. Once I clean it and recover the arm rests, it will be so fabulous.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Cherub Chandelier

I snagged this beauty in Canton, Texas at First Monday. I managed a fantastic deal, too!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

New Velvet Flower Hair Clip

Please excuse the shoddy photo of the flower in my hair. I took it myself hoping it would come out well. And, yes, I cropped my face out. No makeup!!

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Just a photo of one of my orchids. It makes me very happy

Monday, May 4, 2009

D.H. Lawrence

~~D.H. Lawrence~~

"This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge this passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten."


Rigid sleeps the house in darkness, I alone
Like a thing unwarrantable cross the hall
And climb the stairs to find the group of doors
Standing angel-stern and tall.

I want my own room's shelter. But what is this
Throng of startled beings suddenly thrown
In confusion against my entry? Is it only the trees'
Large shadows from the outside street lamp blown?

Phantom to phantom leaning; strange women weep
Aloud, suddenly on my mind
Startling a fear unspeakable, as the shuddering wind
Breaks and sobs in the blind.

So like to women, tall strange women weeping!
Why continually do they cross the bed?
Why does my soul contract with unnatural fear?
I am listening! Is anything said?

Ever the long black figures swoop by the bed;
They seem to be beckoning, rushing away, and beckoning.
Whither then, whither, what is it, say
What is the reckoning.

Tall black Bacchae of midnight, why then, why
Do you rush to assail me?
Do I intrude on your rites nocturnal?
What should it avail me?

Is there some great Iacchos of these slopes
Suburban dismal?
Have I profaned some female mystery, orgies
Black and phantasmal?