pink nostalgia

she had them apple bottom jeans [jeans]

How about some random snippets?

I bought a new pair of jeans last week, and I've worn them for, mmm, five days in a row now.  The first time I wore them, Dave said:

Dave: Are those your apple bottom jeans?
Me: Jeans!  No, I don't have them boots with the fur.
Dave: With the furrrrr!

This came in the mail today:

Dave: What did you get?!
Me: Washi tape!
Dave: Say what now?
Me: Washi tape!
Dave: Say what now?
Me: Washi tape!
Dave: Say what now??
Me: Washi tape!!

And I was organizing my closet the other day when Dave came in...

Dave: Gawl dang!*  You think you have enough books?
Me: Well, one of those is Mom's.

BTW - those are all stacked two rows deep.  : )

[via text]
Dave: What are you doing tonight?
Me: Nothing...laundry and ironing
Dave: Sounds like fun!
Me: What are you doing tonight?
Dave: Scrapbooking

*gawl dang - pronounced like gall bladder.  Exclamation; expression of shock, usually with a negative connotation.  Ex. "Gawl dang, dog!  Stop barking at the bunny!"  "Gawl dang [cough, cough]!  What the heck is that smell??"

Song: "Apple Bottom Jeans" by T-Pain

you will find him you'll find him next to me

When Dave and I were at Jeremy's last weekend, we were standing in the breakfast area together with my arms wrapped around him and crossed over his chest.  I happened to look to my right, and there was a buffet against the wall with a mirror on it.

Me: Look at us in the mirror.
Dave: Yeah.
Me: Stay right there!  Don't move!  I have to go grab my camera!

I was racking my brain for a great song to go along with this photo.  I found this one, and listened to it 27 times in a row while I was editing photos.

When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing
And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe
When all I need is a hand to stop the tears from falling
I will find him, I'll find him next to me

Next to me-eee-ee-e-eeeee ooh ooooh!
Next to me-eee-ee-e-eeeee ooh ooooh!
Next to me-eee-ee-e-eeeee ooh ooooh!
You will find him you'll find him next to me

Song: "Next to Me" by Emeli Sande

yonder come the kin folk in the moonlight

Lou'siana Saturday night.

Last Saturday, to be specific.

Dave and I drove to Louisiana to visit our brother-in-law and niece who are in the process of moving down south, y'all.  What's up, Maddie-piiiiiiie??

Here's their backyard.  Any time you say the word "cow," Maddie latches on like a bulldog and tries to go to the back yard.  "Cow?  Cow?  Cowww?"

She doesn't seem to have the same affinity for chickens.

And even though it was a bit of a drive, I definitely recommend going out to Pintail Wildlife Drive.  Jeremy guarantees that you'll see at least one gator in the pond at the inside of the first big bend.

You get the best view of wildlife from your car because you're not trying to outrun this guy.  

Just in time for the one o'clock showing.

(BTW, gators can run faster than humans.  And they eat people.  Or at least decomposing bodies that have been dumped in the swamp.  Source: The Glades on A&E.  I have a girl-crush on Callie.)

What a ham, huh?

Alright, already!  We get it!  You're king of the swamp!

Arguably, the best part of the day was when Maddie climbed up on the couch and snuggled up on my chest with no prompting.  There was also this:

Fried boudin.  Mmmmm.  Dave said my southern drawl came out a bit while I was eating it.  : )

Maddie's favorite was Dave's fried shrimp.  Can't blame her.

Whoopsie, someone said "cows" again.

Song: "Louisiana Saturday Night" by Alabama

she thinks my tractor's sexy

For Father's Day this year, we loaded up Barkley in the Jeep and drove out to Mom and George's property in Grapeland.  We rolled up just in time to see this.

About a week later, my mom said to me, "You took those awful photos of me on the Scag...I thought they'd be up on the blog by now!"  All in good time, mi madre.

Who's that top shot?  Why yes, little Annie Oakley made her debut!

This was my first real time "shooting" as an adult.  Dave gave me his gun safety course and showed me exactly how guns work.  (BTW, I got an A+ for gun handling!  : ) )  He even got me loaded up (pun - ha) on some gear, or at least as much as I would let him.  Mom and George were also very patient with me and told me what to expect from each gun (how much kick, how loud it fired, etc.).  My mom was even kind enough to fire her rifle a few times to prove that your cheek is supposed to rest on the butt (I didn't believe her and thought I was going to break my jaw).

It was a great Saturday.  My only complaint was that the time went too fast. 

Song: "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Kenny Chesney

cuz earl had to die

Or Gus Gus, in this case.

My mom sent me this email after she read this post:

I immediately forwarded the email to Dave and asked him to get rid of Gus.  When I got home after work, I was assessing the damage when I saw Gus on the same vine.  And then I looked harder and saw at least SIX Guses.  And then I realized that these horn worms had completely eaten the top HALF of my vines.  They arrive fast and make quick work of all of your work.

You can imagine my fury.

Dave came outside and pried each Gus Gus off of his respective vine and flung him into the driveway.

Then I ran over the Guses with my Jeep.

I am happy to report that the tops of the vines are sprouting new leaves but still no tomatoes.

Sweet Jane is also doing well.  She's not so sweet as she is tart, but she's still very pretty.

And here's the landscape shot.

Song: "Goodbye, Earl" by The Dixie Chicks.  Those black-eyed peas!  They tasted alright to meeee, Eaaarrrl!  You feelin' weak?  Why don't you lay down and sleeeeeep, Eaaarrrl!  Hey hey hey!

call me maybe! call me maybe!

It's August again, which means a whole month of song lyrics as blog titles.  Ahh, August.  I thought you'd never get here.

A few weeks ago, Dave and I were playing a game in the car.  I would sing a random song until he guessed the song, then I would suddenly switch and sing another song, and so on.

I should preface this by saying that I was on the Call-Me-Maybe-bandwagon early and have been singing it in the house for months, cranking it up in the car, and otherwise trying to get it stuck in Dave's head.  Hee hee.

With that, we'll pick up with our game:

A: Hey, where did we go?  Days -

D: Brown Eyed Girl.

A: Beern deern deeerr deeerr deerrrr -

D: Sweet Home Alabama.

A: Turn it up.  Whisper words of wisdom, let -

D: Let It Be.

A: I threw a wish in the well -

D: Call Me Maybe!

A: Don't ask me I'll never tell -

D: Call Me Maybe!!!

A: I looked to you -

D: Call Me Maybe!  Call Me Maybe!  Call Me Maybe!

A: as it fell, and now you're IN MY WAY!

Song: "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen.

favorite things

This is actually perfect because the story that evolved from making this page is one of my favorite things, twofold.

First fold: Emmalie at the store asked me to make a display page.  She said to pick what I wanted and then do what I do.  : )  Y suggested that I remake a page of my favorite things.  Done.

Second fold: I love asking Dave to do favors for me, like dropping my page off at the store.  And since it was incredibly muggy outside when I tried to photograph my page before work, I also asked Dave to take some photos for the blog.  : )

Supplies: Patterned paper, alpha stickers: October Afternoon.  Fabric paper: Dear Lizzy + American Crafts.  Stamp: Jenni Bowlin.  Rub ons: Studio Calico.  Washi tape: Freckled Fawn, American Crafts.  Envelope: Maya Road. Chipboard alphas, clip: American Crafts. Twine: The Twinery.  Brads: Dear Lizzy + American Crafts, The Girls' Paperie.  Pen: Sharpie.  Acrylic paint.

I think the butterfly stamp, stamped off the page and "under" the fabric, is my favorite thing.  And the heart brad.  And the chevron paper.  And the striped paper.  And sewing the alpha stickers.  And using my pinking shears on the fabric paper.  And the fabric-covered alphas.

That's probably it.

Oh, and that Dave took these amazing pics for me!  Not bad, right?  They're even similar to my style.  I bet he reads the blog...