The Pineapple Life

Timeline of Facts - Part 2

2011-08-29T17:29:00.004-05:00

I was in denial for days. I had very little faith that the HPT was real. I was reeling at the thought that I would be a mom. Again, I was not dissappointed. Just really confused.

After about three full days of knowing about it and not saying anything, I finally decided I needed to tell Josh. It was Monday morning, and he was getting ready for work. While shaving at the bathroom sink, I walked in and sat down on the toilet. At first I starred at him for several seconds and after a while he noticed I was starring at him. "Yeeeesss?" he said, perplexed as to why I was sitting on the toilet starring at him for, seemingly, no reason, "So..." I began, "I have something to tell you." "Ok, what?" "I....I really don't know how you are going to react. It's kind of a big thing..." Half shaven, razor in hand, really, really perplexed, he says "Ok? Just say it...." "Well, um, I.....I......you're not going to believe this..." I giggle some, not really sure how to say it, so I just blurt it out "I'm pregnant...."

We both stared at each other for a few seconds.

"OH! Whatever!" he says with a smile, "you're just saying that so you can see what my reaction would be IF you really were pregnant..." He sure thought he had it all figured out, didn't he? He continued to shave. "No, actually. Why would I lie about something like that?" "I don't know, just to be funny, I guess..." "Well, I'm not kidding. I really am." "Really? Prove it!! Do you have the pregnancy test?" "I do, I actually have two." I open the drawer where I stashed the two tests and showed him the proof. "Oh wow....." speechless "....... How cool..." He looked at me and smiled. "Cool" he said once more.

I really did not know how he would react. I knew that he would not be upset, but I couldn't predict his initial reaction. Would he do somersaults? I don't know. Would he break out in song? I don't know. Would he pound his chest like an alpha male gorilla? I don't know. I can now say though, his reaction was completely natural and very him. A subdued, happy and content acknowledgement of a completely shocking revelation. "And they said it was along shot..." were his final words before leaving for work.

It was important to me to keep this whole thing under wraps until I went to the doctor to confirm what technically was a rumor. I didn't want to announce to the world that I was expecting and then not really be, only to have them tell me "Oh no! You're not pregnant, you're in the early stages of diabetes," in a pathetic, 'you poor girl' sort of way.

SO, we said nothing. For two solid months. Part of the reasoning for that was that:

1) I did not attempt to make a doctor's appointment for another two weeks. I was still in denial. I know, I know...get with it Tiffany!

2)When I called the doctor's office to make the appointment the next available appointment was 6 weeks out! I could not believe it! That put me not seeing the doctor until mid July.

3) I had to cancel the original appointment and reschedule because of another conflicting appointment that I could not cancel, putting my appointment now at the beginning of August. *I'm exhausted*

So, in the meantime, I was:

1) experiencing the worst case of morning sickness EVER - which really translates to all-day sickness, for me between the hours of 10:30am to about 8:30pm. I learned there really isn't a "morning sickness" - how nice.

2) trying to figure out just how far along I was...in my case, this was especially difficult. When you only have a cycle twice a year good luck!

3) trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was pregnant.

4) dealing with the unbelievable experience of heightened senses. While I was picking up a gallon of milk at HEB, I smelled freshly ground coffee from across the store, as if it were on the shelf right next to the milk and orange juice.

5) trying to brace myself for girl's camp. Whomever decided that TENT CAMPING would be a good thing, must have had a bad day the day they decided it. And, to top it off, learning that the Stake Leadership would be sleeping in air condition while the rest of us would be in tents, was really, really chapping my hide. Uh, hypocritical? Slightly. No, GROSSLY.

Ironically, the week of girls camp, the nausea was probably at it's absolute WORST. The Monday before we were supposed to leave (we were supposed to go up on Wednesday morning) I was trying to pack up the last of the necessities and I found it difficult to do even the simplest of tasks. Finally, on Tuesday, I expressed to Josh that I was not sure how I was going to be able to deal with being in the heat for 3.5 days having the nausea and the exhaustion doubly. He felt that I needed to tell someone, that way they would be in the loop in the event something were to happen to me or I just could not plain stand it. So, I did. I called one of the leaders who was already up there and told her in the strictest of confidence. Luckily, since the only girls from our ward were YCLs, she gave me the option to stay at home if I needed. I appreciated that, A LOT, but by the same token, felt a little guilty. I didn't want the girls to think I had ditched them. I opted to come the last day and stay the night, then pack up and go home the next morning.

**********Part 3 to come - I guess there is more to tell than I thought***********

Pregnancy: The timeline of facts Part 1

2011-08-22T18:52:00.004-05:00

So, it's pretty much common knowledge that I am expecting a baby, last we heard and saw, a little baby boy. I have had so many people ask the who, what, where, when, why questions that I figured it would make a good blog post, not to mention document the history of the occasion before I forget it all. Here is the timeline of facts:

*First, a little history: nearly two years ago I had been tested for fertility issues and basically been told in layman terms that the chances of getting pregnant, naturally, were a long shot.

Back in early May I was feeling...let's just say weird. In the weeks before running Beach to Bay, I was feeling particularly drained. Actually, drained does not even describe the exhaustion I was experiencing. I could not figure out why. I had been running on a fairly regular basis for months, so I was perplexed as to why all of a sudden my energy levels were at negative 55% percent. But still, I didn't think too much of it...

May 20, 2011 - The day before Beach to Bay, I was still feeling oddly tired. So, I decided that I could not let my team down and I decide that I would make a rash decision of ensuring that I was awake and energized for my early morning leg of the race. I am a team player, afterall! I manage to run Beach to Bay quite successfully - all pumped on caffeine. More caffeine than I probably have consumed in my life. But hey, I never do it, and it was for the good of the team. Right? Right. I should add that I felt great that morning, by the way! Whew, good ole' caffeine - quite the witch's brew!

End of May/beginning of June - I am progressively feeling worse, the exhaustion is at it's worst and I now am experiencing terrible, burning, nauseating pains in my stomach.

Thus far, not once did I ever - EVER - consider that I was pregnant. Never.

June 1st - on my birthday, I am having a lovely lunch with two of my aunts and my precious grandmother and I begin to tell them how awful I had been feeling. I describe the symptoms and state that I need to schedule and doctor's appointment. My aunts suggested that it could be early diabetes or thyroid imbalances. Perhaps. I was considering anything. I had never felt this way before, after all. And my grandmother has thyroid issues anyway. Totally plausible!

June 2nd - I get a text message from my gay husband (not really, but I thought it sounded good) inviting me for jog down Ocean Drive, just like old times. Problem was, I was leveled. I had nothing to give. No energy, no desire, nothing. And boy, was I feeling particularly nauseated. I told him I was feeling yucky and was not up to it. Maybe next time! When he asked what my symptoms were, I told him what I was feeling. His immediate response was: "You're pregnant!"

Later that evening, about 10:00pm, I am talking on the phone my good friend Koth (pronounced like "cloth" but without the "L". To everyone else, she is Kathryn ;-)) I begin to tell her how weird I have been feeling. She asks "What are experiencing?" So, I begin to tell her. "Tiffany, it sounds to me like you are pregnant! Have you taken a home pregnancy test?" "Well, no. I haven't even considered it. Its not possible, remember?" "Well, you should at least take one to rule it out. GO GET ONE RIGHT NOW AND CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU TAKE IT!" "Don't I have to wait until the morning to take it?" "Oh yeah, you do. Ok, well, go get one now and then take it in the morning and CALL ME SOON AS YOU GET THE RESULTS! I won't sleep until I know!". "Ok, I will. Leaving now. Bye." "Bye"

June 3rd - I wake up and I take the HPT.

I'm shocked, I'm bewildered, I'm speechless - I'm pregnant.

The test came back with an unequivocal and positive POSITIVE.

Words cannot describe the flood of emotions that I experienced in those moment. I just stared at the test stick. The most prominent of my emotions was utter confusion. You must understand, at that point in my life I had sincerely and fully accepted that I would most likely not have children in this life. And, I was at total peace with that. I was at a point where I no longer yearned for children of my own. If truth be told, as I was approaching 32, I was beginning to seriously doubt my abilities to be a good mother. I was inching closer to becoming that woman that lost patience for those parents who could not soothe their crying babies in restaurants, or control their waddling toddlers down the aisles and pews at church.

I was not upset or disappointed. I just wasn't sure how to feel about it.

After about an hour, I decided to take the second test that came in the 2-for-1 kit. And, the results were the absolute same.

I did not tell Josh right away. I was still mulling. This whole revelation was still processing in my mind.

I had doubted that the tests were even accurate. I mean c'mon. They are only 99.% accurate. I could be that one in a million, you know. It happens everyday....

************************* PART 2 to Come*****************************

A Calling

2011-06-28T22:23:00.000-05:00

Well hello, blogsphere! It's been a while since my last post. I totally blame Facebook for having turned my fairly regular blogging habits into nearly nonexistent blogging habits. I think it's completely reasonable, don't you?

As most of you know, I have been called as Young Women's president of our ward. I would be lying if I said that I was happy about this. I was recently visiting with one of my counselors and she made the comment that sometimes she does ask Heavenly Father "Why me?" when given a trial. Without her really knowing what I was referring to, I replied with "I don't ever really ask Heavenly Father 'Why me?'. But, what I do ask him, though, is 'Why now?'". I felt like this calling came at such a precarious time in my life, that I was mostly devastated when the call was extended to me - how many of you have wanted so much to say "No, thank, but I think I'll pass"? Less than a year ago I was Relief Society president. By my calculations, that meant I needed a long, relaxing break. Nursery Leader? I get to play dolls, AND eat snacks. Primary Secretary? I just gotta take roll and learn the new year's primary songs.

While I am still adjusting to things, I can say that I have come to enjoy a couple of certain aspects of being a leader in this program. I, without a doubt, love the girls. I see so much potential and life and promise in each of them. Most of these girls come from really difficult circumstances. Which brings me to the second thing I heave learned to appreciate: their uncertain and dysfunctional circumstances, encourages me to want to teach them ; to teach them that life does not have to be "that" way and that through their choices to be diligent to Heavenly Father, and that by raising the bar they can attain better.

One of our most recent lessons was on "Eternal Perspective". It helped me to think eternally about my situation. When I read over the lesson, I came across this powerful quote that applies to each of us:

"God bless you to realize where you came from and the great privileges that are yours. If the veil were rolled back and you could see one glimpse of God's great eternal plan concerning you and who you are, it would not be hard for you to love Him, keep his commandments, and live to be worthy of every blessing that He has had for you since before the foundations of the world were laid" ~ Elder LeGrand Richards

I know this to be true. I hope each one of you knows this too. These were the words I needed to just keep on. I may be struggling, but if I know this, then I can get through anything.

OXOX

PS: new banner design was taken from Tangie Baxter. It was a cool freebie!!

Beach to Bay

2011-05-23T22:09:00.002-05:00

For years I have wanted to run in an annual marathon-length relay race that is held here in our city. It is a big deal and people come from all over to participate! Over the years the number of teams that signed up have grown in number - this year was the largest yet: 2675 teams at 6 people each! You do the math!!

In past years, the reason why I never joined in is because I was not physically ready to do so. FINALLY, this year was the year for me!

Initially I tried to recruit my family members to form our own team. I thought it would be so rewarding to do it as a family. I had three "definite's - count me in" and thats it! So, that idea was tossed.

Then I found out the YBP (Young Business Professionals), a group Josh attends, needed a person so I said I would do it. Yippee!

Cute Kayla eating pizza, free to all runners

So, I met the Deases' who are also involved in YBP and some of the other team members and knew I was on a great team!

Kayla and Hubby Steve

Anyway, my leg was the fourth (out of 6) and probably the most boring. It was the 4.2 mile stretch on the Naval Base. Did you hear me: NAVAL BASE. Think: sparse, barren, no trees, helicopter and airplane hangars, bland building colors, no views of the Ocean, BORING! And, there was a stretch of the run that had no wind, so at 10:00am, high humidity and a beating sun it made for a very hot, very long run. My saving grace was that when we ran through the residential part of the base, some very kind people were out on their lawns with their water hoses and sprinklers hosing us all down with cool water. RELIEF!!

I did learn a few things about running in Beach to Bay:

1. I will not run the 4th leg again.

2. I do not run well in crowds. I become way too distracted and lose my focus easily. That being said, I would love to run Beach to Bay again!!

3. Never buy brand new running shoes the night before a major run like that.

I had so much fun! I was on great team and I am looking forward to it again next year.

For All Mothers

2011-05-08T14:13:00.002-05:00

I know I don't have any biological children, but I can honestly say I have loved so many children dearly. I love children in general - I always have. The other night, while visiting our good friends, The Lees', I instantly became so engaged with their two oldest (4yrs. and 2yrs.). Each one had so much to share with me about their toys and their treats and their favorite cartoon and their amazing tricks of running across the room and sliding onto the carpet! I got an earful, but it brought me so much joy.

I feel the same when I am around some of my cousins' children as well. I love what they have to tell me and what their little minds and mouths will share. I love their personalities and their love of life and their imaginations.

Oprah said once that children were just small adults. I have to agree. In my studies as an elementary school teacher, I have learned a lot about the development of children and how incredibly capable they are, but sometimes, as adults, we assume they aren't.

I could go on and on, but the point I'm making is that even though I don't have kiddos of my own, have lived vicariously for short moments through my good friends and family. So, thank you!! I get to enjoy them and their amazing little ways (and not so amazing, i.e. tantrums, and fusses and what not) because of you.

I admire you Moms out there. To top off this post, here is my favorite quote about motherhood:

Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.”

Hope you have an amazing Mommy's day. You're amazing!

~Hugs and Kisses~

31 Party

2011-04-26T13:34:00.004-05:00

(The two mathematicians of the 1st generation cousins - oh, how I wish my brain operated that way)

Ever heard of 31 Gifts ?

If you haven't check it out! My cousin, Lillie, on the left, is a sales rep and she has quite a talent for this kind of stuff.

Anyway, 31 offers the neatest products! personalized anything - practically!

This past weekend I hosted a 31 party in Kingsville. My Aunt Toni, Lillie's mom, offered her cutely decorated, cottage guest house as the venue. I took her up on her offer and all of the women in the family gathered together over food, catalogs, handbags, school bags, organizational/storage compartments, baskets, you name it!

Speaking of food, look at the spread. It was supposed to be simple. My initial idea was fruit and punch. Then I began to worry, what if people are hungry? What if it's not enough? I can whip up chicken salad, and we can have that and fruit.....Wait. Why am I worrying? It's my family they won't care.

Right. Until, you get a text message and have a conversation like this:

Denise (cousin): Hey! What's on the menu for tonight? Is there going to be dessert?

Me: I was going to make mini chicken salad sandwiches, fruit, chips and dip (at this point I had received a text from Lillie saying she was bring chips and dip). Should I bring dessert?

D: yes!!!!!!! We need dessert!

Me: Ok. LOL

Silly me!! What was I thinking! Of course, this crowd , me included, NEED dessert! Luckily, Lillie was game enough to do the pineapple upside down cake and Denise brought this amazing dip! We're a crazy bunch, I tell ya!

Here is the 31 sample spread. So many neat things and I loved all the fabrics you get to choose from!

**Off the record: if you host a party, there is SO MUCH in it for you! I got some really neat stuff with great discounts and even some free merchandise. Book a party with my cousin Lillie today!**

My Tia Toni...

My cousin Denise....

And the beloved matriarch of the family. She was sure to come too. I felt so happy that she was there. She has been unwell for a long time and she still put on her best, little floral house dress and came to my party. I just love her.

Anyway, I was so glad to reconnect with my family at this party. We had a great time. I can't wait to do it again soon!

And, as always, I always wish I had taken more photos! When will I ever learn?

Gardening 101, for me at least

2011-04-26T12:58:00.005-05:00

This spring I was determined to get my gardening on. However, I know myself well, and I thought it might be a more prudent idea to start out planting things that I use a lot, namely herbs, in pots instead of raised beds. I figured it would be a much easier way to keep up with it, rather than be married to raised beds that required weeding, watering, and t.l.c (did you know that the initials of name spell out tlc?)

Another reason I opted for potted gardening was because of the canine that occupies my backyard and sneakily sleeps on my couch, then slithers off if she hears us walking down the hallway at night, eats, drinks 9 gallons of water a day, barks incessantly at all 3 squirrels that runs along our back fence. She's ornery and can be stubborn. Her name is Sasha. Heard of her?

I was afraid she would lay in the beds and/or dig them up.

So far, the potted gardening thing has been a great idea. I planted, as I said, fresh herbs. Ones that I use regularly in my cooking: parsley, thyme, basil, rosemary.

Here's the thyme. It smells so heavenly! And it is growing like crazy - of course they all are.

uh-oh! Look who decided to help? Little miss Sunday is usually just a few steps behind me. It's funny to me that when I inspect my herbs, make sure they are doing ok, pull any dead leaves off of the stems, etc. she usually inspects with me...

See, I was looking at my parsley and pulled herself right up and began to sniff it and bat the leaves. She's a nut!

Here is the canine I was referring to earlier. I love her. But, she is naughty.

I feel fortunate that the two species have become such fond friends. At first, they literally fought like, well, cats and dogs. I think Sunday was more intimidated by Sasha's size. And Sasha, I'm sure, felt threatened. But, now they have come to an understanding.

I try to show an equal amount of attention and affection between the both of them, but I cannot help myself when I look at Sunday's petite frame and beautiful face. I melt like a chocolate bar trapped in a car in South Texas. Her little ways are so darn cute!

And, I said before, she is almost always just a few feet behind me.

It's amazing to me how one little feline has turned our lives upside down, over and out.

All American Girl

2011-02-11T10:07:00.007-06:00

I love this girl. Well, actually I love her whole family. But, I'd like to think I have a special connection to this girl. I can always count on her coming up to me and giving me a hug at church, and I can always count on a meaningful conversation with her when we hang with her folks, I just love her.

And, this happens to be one of my favorite photos of her.

Not too long ago I photographed this girl and her sweet family. Her momma had a baby girl and so I captured not only the baby's goodness but the rest of the family too.

Often times, after I edit and turn over the DVD of images, I will go back (a couple of weeks later) and look at the images again - usually to see how I can do better next time. And, often times I forget about many of the candids that I caught and those happen to be my all-time favorites. Same thing happened here: I had forgotten about this series of photos that I got of her when we had a few moments alone.

Here, we were having one of those meaningful conversations and I snapped away while we conversed.

I think I asked her "So, KK, tell me about your favorite book you've read this year, so far?"...

And then she said, "hmmm....?"

And then she proceeded to tell me...." ." Except, I do not remember what it was....

And then, I said something silly....I do not remember what it was, but I got this amazing and completely natural smile from her. A treasure...

It was definitely a sweet moment between the two of us and I'm glad that I had my camera to capture it all.

Dear girl, you are our joy. I vicariously claim you as mine too! :)

For Gabe - sorry no photos!

2011-01-09T22:06:00.004-06:00

After church today, our friends, Kremer and Gabe, invited themselves over for lunch. It was perfectly fine with us, since we do it to them quite often. It was great company, lots of laughs and we always enjoy spending time with them.

Anyway, I really had not thought ahead about what I would make for lunch. So, when they arrived, I glanced at the fridge and whipped this tasty, easy pantry meal. I am posting this for Gabe since he enjoyed it so much and wanted the recipe:

Pan-Seared Chicken with Reduction Sauce

**Since I had four chicken leg quarters thawing the fridge for another recipe, I decided to use them for this meal, but you can use whatever you have on hand**

4 Chicken leg quarters

3 tablespoons butter

3 tablespoons olive oil

salt and freshly cracked pepper

4 whole garlic cloves

2 whole lemons, quartered

**Pre heat your oven to 425 degrees**

1. Heat a non-coated, stainless steel frying pan to medium high

2. Salt and pepper your chicken

3. Melt butter and olive oil, swirl in pan several times to mix. When the pan is VERY HOT, place your chicken skin down on the frying pan. Sear chicken for several minutes, about 7 minutes until the skin is golden and crispy (yum!). Turn over and sear the other side for the same amount of time.

4. Once seared on both sides, transfer into a baking dish along with the whole garlic cloves and lemon quarters. Place the baking dish into the oven and roast for at least 20-30 minutes, until chicken is cooked and juices run clear.

Using the drippings from your pan, make the sauce:

You will need:

2 tablespoons of flour

Chicken broth

sour cream

juice from one lemon

leaves from 3 sprigs of thyme

3 garlic cloves, minced;

1/4 red onion, chopped

Juices chicken in baking dish

1. After the chicken is in the oven, and while your searing pan is still hot, throw in the flour. Mix well with a whisk or fork until the "raw" is cooked out.

2. While you continue to whisk, add in a few splashes of chicken broth. I did not measure, I just eye-balled it and when the consistency was thin enough. It should be simmering still.

3. Add in your garlic, onion, and thyme. Stir with whisk a few times until the onion and garlic have softened.

4. Let it simmer for a few minutes until the liquid reduces some, uncovered. About 3-5 minutes.

5. Add in the lemon juice and 1 heaping tablespoon of sour cream. Stir well with the whisk.

6.Once fully incorporated, allow it to rest for a few minutes, uncovered.

7. Sauce will thicken. When the chicken is finished roasting, add about 1 tablespoon of the juices from the baking dish to the sauce. Whisk to mix, salt and pepper to taste.

Serve on the side or on top of the chicken

I served the chicken along side asparagus, macaroni and cheese and flat biscuits - don't ask.

Without the color of the asparagus, It would have been one tasty BEIGE meal.

Tagged. TP'd. Hit.

2010-12-13T22:27:00.002-06:00

There is a group of serial TP'ers in our ward and we got tagged this weekend.

However, we were not surprised in the least. They always talk about who they TP'd last.

So, it was just a matter of time before we were hit too.

These lovely folks were kind enough to leave the toilet paper roll on our lawn.

I feel so special.

Sunday

2010-12-08T22:27:00.005-06:00

I really don't want to say this publicly, because I think that I am still in denial. But what's happened has happened and there is nothing I can do about it.

Our dear babydog Paris was taken from us.

There. I said it.

Paris was a bold personality. Definitely the leader of the pack. Full of personality and mischief. One day she was gone. And I am positive she was taken. It was very unlike her to just run away. The times that she would climb over the fence she was knocking at the front door within a few minutes. So our gut tells us that she was taken. We have also witnessed a few other incidences, which I will not go into, that lead us to that conclusion.

So, after that happened and I have still not gotten over it, I had this hankering for a kitten. For a few reasons. 1. I love cats. 2. There is a mouse in my kitchen that continues to outsmart me and my mouse traps and 3. I wanted a kitten.

I named her Sunday. Because I found on her on a Sunday afternoon.

There is much debate between my aunt and I about "finding" her. She says that I took Sunday away from her. Nevermind, that she has 9 other cats and a sweet daughter dog named Lucy.

I say I found her - literally. Sunday was on the doorstep of her front porch when I found her and she was tiny and darling and pretty.

I brought Sunday home and bathed her, and fed her and have been nursing her back to health. It amazes me how much she has grown in the 2 1/2 weeks I have had her.

But, the vet says it's because she is actually getting healthy, quality food now. Before she was "on her own" and more than likely the runt of the litter anyway.

She had a fever, an upper respiratory infection, was malnourished and very sick, with swollen and watery eyes. And the shocker was she was the size of a fourth month old kitten. But to prove to me that she was 7 months old, the vet showed me her molars. The baby teeth were falling out and the adult teeth were growing in. She was just full of surprises!

Anyway, with antibiotics and love and FOOD she is one playful, healthy kitten - 7 month old kitten, that is.

PS: I am thrilled she is not scared of my camera!

Ranch Hand Breakfast 2010

2010-12-08T21:57:00.008-06:00

Each November, the King Ranch holds an annual breakfast that they allow the public to enjoy. They hold it on the King Ranch at the arena.

Each year the head count grows and grows.

You stand in line, and volunteers from the community serve your breakfast, you grab an orange juice from a feeding trough, you find a hay bail to sit on and you chow down on eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy and bacon. Yummy!

There is so much going on at once. Different tables and booths - well, not booths really more like old fashioned wagons - offering a myriad of thing to enjoy. There was a demonstration on how a horse blanket was woven, there was education on the different types of guns that were used in the "old west". And, what I love, REAL VAQUEROS!

Vaqueros=cowboys.

These two young men are probably some of the oldest living today. I grew up seeing them around town. I knew they were cowboys. Not sure how I knew - just did.

At the different wagons were different freshly made "cowboy" foods such a camp bread, or Pan de Campo. If you've never tasted pan de campo. you are missing out. It is SO GOOD. It is very simple. It is sort of like a cross between biscuits and tortillas. But, freshly made off the griddle they are wonderful!

At this particular wagon, this family was making fresh biscuits, peach cobbler and apple crisp - ALL IN DUTCH OVENS. OH MY! It was so wonderful and tasty.

Fresh coffee...for those who drink it. I heard it was delicious.

Then there was this kind gentleman. He let me snap away as he rolled biscuits while his lovely wife served peach cobbler to everyone.

We got to carrying on a conversation when I asked, "So, what's your name?"

He looked up from what he was doing and quite seriously said, "________ Ellis" (I don't remember his first name - sorry!)

Here are the biscuits - yummy!

While this was going on, there was roping in the arena.

I just had to snap this beauty. 1946 Dodge Fire Truck - the King Ranch had it's own (not sure if they still do or not).

We went with our friends, Jared and Kiersten and their three small children and naturally they didn't want a photo - they wanted to run around and play.

They also had a band - I took this picture only because I wanted to remember the song they were playing, which was "Pancho and Lefty" by Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard. It reminded me of Samuel. And I got all swelled up inside.

As we were leaving, I finally got to see a couple of these beauties. Oh, do I LOVE horses. I don't ride them often at all, but I have a few times and it's a wonderful feeling.

I asked this kind man if I could get near. He was apprehensive. At first he said no. He started to explain. But I already knew why. The King Ranch is very particular about the treatment of their animals. But then he said, "go ahead but don't let anyone see you." So I did. I approached with care.

All in all a really great time. I was glad Jared and Kiesrten and Co. were able to join.

Cute Faces

2010-11-14T00:00:00.003-06:00

I'm one lucky gal! I got to photograph this cute buddy and his adorable brothers and parents.

Check out their sneak peek here.

Scalloped Potatoes

2010-11-09T16:52:00.007-06:00

Several years ago I read an interview with Nicole Kidman in a magazine. This has everything to do with this blog post.

One of the questions they asked her was if she had any indulgences - food wise. Her answer was: "anything potato".

A.MEN. SISTA.

Anything potato: french fries, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, twice baked, boiled. I LOVE potatoes!

Today, it's all about scalloped potatoes. For some reason, I felt like making them last night.

**Note: this recipe was made for 2-4 people, in an 8x8 dish. It can easily be doubled to accommodate a 9x13 dish.**

FIRST THING: preheat your oven to 375 degrees and grate about 1 cup of cheddar cheese.

-Slice your potatoes. I used my trusty mandolin. It makes life easy because the slicing is whippy, and the potatoes are perfectly even every single time!

I set mine on the 3/16'' setting. I wanted them somewhat substantial but that would cook fast too.

- Slice 3 medium potatoes.

-Layer your potatoes and cheddar cheese in your baking dish. Does not have to be perfect, but just enough so that the cheese and potatoes overlap each other in layers.

-Reserve about 1/3 cup cheese for later.

Next is this bad boy. Brace yourself.

-measure 1.5 cups and place into a sauce pan. Scald over medium high heat.

(scald: the stage just before boiling)

If you find this too rich, do half milk and half cream instead. I, personally, felt it was divine with just the heavy cream.

-While the heavy cream is reaching the scalding point, throw in 2 tablespoons of butter...

- 1 clove of minced garlic ...

Swirl the sauce pan several times.

-Generously salt....

(two to three pinches)

...and pepper the cream mixture.

At this point I could see that I was at the scalding point. So I removed the pan from the heat and...

...added the leaves of about three sprigs of thyme to the mixture.

Stir well.

Oh, thyme. How I love thee. I use thyme in A LOT of my cooking. It is a wonderful thing.

Pour the cream mixture over the potatoes and cheese. Top with the remaining cheese that was set aside. Place into oven and bake uncovered for 45 minutes. The last 20 minutes cover with foil so that the top does not burn.

When finished the potatoes should be tender and bubbly. ENJOY!!

Enter to Win!!

2010-11-03T10:21:00.002-05:00

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30 Days

2010-11-03T10:01:00.002-05:00

Kremer showed this idea to to me and I thought I'd hop on the bandwagon - and so should you!

Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts

Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3-Your first love
Day 4-Your parents
Day 5-Your siblings
Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 7-Favorite movies
Day 8-A place you've traveled to
Day 9-A picture of your friends
Day 10-Something you're afraid of
Day 11-Favorite TV shows
Day 12-What you believe
Day 13-Goals
Day 14-A picture you love
Day 15-Bible verse
Day 16-Dream house
Day 17-Something you're looking forward to
Day 18-Something you regret
Day 19-Something you miss
Day 20-Nicknames
Day 21-Picture of yourself
Day 22-Favorite city
Day 23-Favorite vacation
Day 24-Something you've learned
Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs
Day 26-Picture of your family
Day 27-Pets
Day 28-Something that stresses you out
Day 29-3 Wishes
Day 30-a picture

I I think I will start this tomorrow!

(Did I just sound like Scarlett O'Hara?)

Fashion, History, Ice Cream and a Slumber Party

2010-11-01T10:29:00.009-05:00

I mentioned in my previous post that this little dumpling had certain things already figured out. She has her mind made up about things - important things. Things like FASHION.

On this lovely morning, as on most lovely mornings, according to her momma, getting dressed was largely decided by Little Miss. This particular day, Mom decided that a pair of brown shoes would be darling with her outfit - and they would have been. However, Little Miss did not agree so much. She insisted, and I mean insisted, on the pair of turquoise shoes.

When she put them on, her mother and I looked at each other. She actually looked very well put together! I said "Actually, that looks really good! 'What Not to Wear' must have taught her something - she has the pop of color going on!"

Suri Cruise who???

So, we hopped in the car and sped off to meet Emilee for a day of fun, and a bunch of firsts for me.

I think that is part of the reason this trip was memorable for me, because Caroline introduced me to things I had never seen or done before, and I have been to Salt Lake several times.

We ate at the Lion House (an absolutely MUST for me no matter how many times I go to Salt Lake) and then we walked around Temple Square, not necessarily my first time, but it was the first time I got this close to the door of the Temple. We were on a photography mission.

Mission: photograph the door knobs of the Salt Lake City Temple.

(more on that later)

We walked around and snapped away. The weather was gorgeous! Perfect in the sunlight, but get under a tree and you need a sweater.

It was about this time that the littlest Booth became even more particular. Very, very particular.

I think it had something to do with it being after lunch time and way past her nap time.

We were contently photographing her here and then Aunt Emilee took one step closer than she preferred.....

Enter the melt down.

She was beside herself! Clearly. But soon, Aunt Emilee coaxed her into taking her shoes off and running on the cool, soft grass and that did the trick!

See! Happy as a lark!

I think, at this point, someone mentioned they had a craving for something sweet like ice cream (could have been me. I do not remember). It was mentioned in passing, not necessarily as something set in stone. However, the littlest Booth, seemed to grab ahold of it - and not let it go. Memory of an elephant, I tell you.

We decided to hop back in the car when Caroline suggested she take me to the Salt Lake City cemetery, which I really enjoyed. Many recognizable names such as Romney, Snow, Benson, Hinckley. Yes, I was just feet away from Gordon B. Hinckley's grave and it was really, really neat. The cemetery is at the foot of the mountain so the vista was incredible! Why didn't I get a photo of that??? It was amazing! We probably spent a good hour there...

Once again, baby Booth safely strapped to her car seat said "eye fweem" (ice cream) at least 8 times while we scaled up and down the narrow cemetery roads.

Next, Caroline brought me here. It was the neatest place!

In a sense it reminded me of the secret garden, but already beautiful and totally accessible.

Behind the wall was this beautiful park....

...and this old, historic meetinghouse. I thought it was the neatest thing that people actually meet for church on Sunday's here. Where I live, the meetinghouses aren't quite as beautiful, or historic, with a park and a creek and scenery to die for.

At this point, the littlest Booth reminded us that someone had mentioned, in passing, again that "eye fweem" was on the agenda.

Her mother said for about the fifteenth time "I know Honey! You've been such a good girl, we'll get ice cream in just a few minutes!"

Ok. This tree, mesmerized me! I cannot explain it, but I took about 1,300 photos of it. It was incredible! Call me nuts, it's fine. But I was enamored with it. The bark was beautiful too...

While I snapped away another 2,700 photos of the bark on this one tree...

"eye fweem? Eye fweem. Eye fweem..."

More of the Historic Garden Park Ward....

I think we were in the car and Carline says, "Oh!! There is one more place I wanted to show you..."

I, as politely as possible, said "It's not that I don't want to see it, but we've been telling Lainey for hours that we'd get ice cream, so...."

"You're right!! Oh, Lainey!!"

So, off we went to Maggie Moo's. Lainey ate an entire chocolate ice cream cone by herself!

She napped on the way home.

Then it was time for a slumber party!!

Kris came over, and brought delicious chili. I made corn bread cake...

And we ate caramel apples, and candy corn and watch a scary movie!

So fun!!

More to come..stay tuned...

I miss...

2010-10-31T16:20:00.009-05:00

I recently had the opportunity (thanks to my generous parents) to hop on a jet plane and visit some family.

I have mentioned them before. They adopted a baby girl two years ago in my hometown and I have been fortunate enough to keep up with them through blogging and visiting each year.

TWO years!! I cannot believe that that long has passed.

Since I have left a week ago, I keep thinking about them and every thing we did (more posts to come).

First of all, I miss this little feisty princess. Goodness, is she ever delicious and sweet. She is a budding fashionista who definitely has her mind made up about things.

I miss watching her eat salsa (she calls it "spicy") like it's gazpacho...

And I miss her cute feet propped up on the table while she ate her mid-afternoon snack and watched "Chicken Run" (She calls it "Tickin, Tickin") for the 58th time that day...

I miss her chant "Tubby! Tubby! Tubby!" when her mother or father says it's time to take a bath.

I miss those chubby little hands that got into my suitcase on occasion and that made and re-made stacks of books next to my suitcase.

I also miss her momma, Caroline - LOTS. Boy, is life a barrel of laughs when we get together!

I also miss watching Caroline in action. She is the best mother...

... I was so impressed and inspired with both Caroline and Randy and their patience and their wonderful parenting. Lainey Booth is one lucky little girl!

Speaking of Randy, there he is! I miss you too Randy! Thanks for letting me veg in bed with Caroline while we analyzed, scrutinized and picked every episode of "Sister Wives" apart till 1:00am. You're the best!

I miss Emilee and her momma, Kris. They added to our fun with their banter and sense of humor.

I miss hangin' with all of these girls! Slumber party, caramel apples, scary movies, breakfast at Ruth's and Farmer's market - WOW! If only we could do that everyday. What's not to love?

I also miss my Aunt Trudy and Uncle Bruce. Sorry I do not have picture, but I spent time with them too. They are wonderful folks and I love and miss them.

My visit was fun and memorable. And I'm hoping we can see each other sooner rather than later.

How about Spring Break, Randy? What do you say??

Updates

2010-10-10T23:24:00.002-05:00

LOTS of updates on my photo blog. Click HERE!

The Next Chapter

2010-10-07T17:39:00.002-05:00

I am here. In another city.

I am not ready to talk entirely about it. But, just so you know, I am entering the chapter of my life.

So many emotions. So much to tell.

All in good time.

The Adverse Effects of Karaoke in One's Life

2010-09-28T13:46:00.006-05:00

I think when a person goes through a traumatic time in their life, it may [or may not] be natural thing to do things that they may have been completely against before that trauma occured.

I, for one, have taken up two things that would absolutely be defined as completely out of character for me. One of those hobbies is picking up .45 caliber gun loading it up and shooting it at a target. The other, is karaoke. NEVER would I have ever considered karaoke but my good friend Tracy introduced me to karaoke. First of all, Tracy and go way back. She and I worked together at the CVB, when times were really good. Now, Keith Arnold is the CEO and has managed to ruin everything. Anyway, different story, different time.

(Tracy singin' at the Karaoke)

So, one late night we both were itching to get out and do something. So I picked her up and she suggested Karaoke. I was adamantly against it from the beginning, but Tracy convinced me. My only request was that we go somewhere out of the way, some place that I would not recognize people or possibly run into my estranged husband, etc. So, at her suggestion, we go to a far away joint practically on the Island. I felt safe.

But not for long.

In the course of the evening, various friendly people came up, introduced themselves and were very nice.

Kenny, the 82 year old, lonesome cowboy asked me to two step - thirty eight times until I finally said "sure". Carla, the college student waitress, did not judge me when I asked for a glass of ice water. Rosie, the karaoke DJ did a mean "running man". So far, so good. I was feeling comfortable knowing I was not the only person that would request a song and totally butcher it. I was in great company!

Tracy and I sang a duet. It was Madonna's "Material Girl". Tracy sounded great, I did not.

After a couple of hours, a younger guy - younger than Kenny, we will call him "Gerardo", walked up to us and began to critique our duet. His observation was this verbatim: "Nice job, girls! You know what they say, 'two wrongs make a right!' You guys were awful!" Even though I knew it was true, I was insulted. Tracy, well. Tracy didn't say anything. Tracy and I looked at each other.

(Gerardo and Tracy sharing a duet - the beauty of this photo is that she purposely chose a song that he did not know. He was so lost.)

Gerardo was very obliging. I think he meant well. But, he really was the only one laughing at his jokes. As the conversation ensued, he asked many, many questions that became more and more telling as to who I was, what my name was, where I worked, etc. I tried to exchange as little info as possible. Remember, I wanted to remain as invisible as possible for fear that I would run into you know who. And then it came: Tracy, reversed the question-asking role and began asking him all the supposed, need-to-know questions that Gerardo was asking us. Then she asked "Where do you work and what do you?"

The answer was devastating. Devastating because it was in the EXACT PLACE THAT MY ESTRANGED HUSBAND WAS WORKING AT!!!!!!!

I, looked at Tracy, deer in headlights, my neck cocked to the side, and a forced grin, as if to silently say "How in the world does this happen?!?!" Tracy looks back at me, equally as shocked. Under the table I urgently place my hand on Tracy's knee to put a stop to her next question, "Really, you work there? Do you know Johgfbnu Tfrdvkiok?" Gerardo noticed the awkward exchange between Tracy and I, and began to ask what was going on. I told him it was absolutely nothing and then I said "So, I want to talk more about how awful you think our duet was..."

I don't think Gerardo knew what to think of us at this point. He seemed very confused. As I was, considering I wanted to focus more on how badly I had sung. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment.

Later, he finally went away the table where his friends and coworkers were. I looked at Tracy. I was upset and bewildered. We purposely went out of our way to avoid a situation such as that one and I met it, point blank in the face.

Tracy consoled me and reminded me that I couldn't really avoid it unless I went to another planet. She had a point.

Since then, we have seen Gerardo and he is always very nice to point out how lousy we sing. But I take great pleasure in knowing that he is a far worse karaoke singer than I am.

PS: Gerardo has has yet to make the connection that my estranged husband works in the same office building as he does.

Rock Star

2010-09-03T12:37:00.003-05:00

Can I just say something? I am always in awe of other people's talents. There is one person in particular that I see, practically, on a daily basis and each time I do, they make me feel like I am a rock star! Today, our conversation went like this:

Me: "Hey! How are you?

Them: "Well hey there! It's just another day in Paradise!"

Me: "Why is half of your office in the dark and where is your staff?"

Them: "They are helping out in bookkeeping, so it's just me for now."

I hand "them" some paperwork

Me: "So, what are your plans for the long holiday?"

Them: "Well, not a whole lot, I hope."

Me: Sounds good to me! Those make some of the best weekends. Well, I'd better run. I want a cinnamon roll before they are totally gone..."

Them: "Ok, thanks for dropping that off to me. Oh, and one last last thing: I thought God had created the perfect woman and then she got her hair cut and now she's even better!"

(note: I whacked my hair off about a month ago and had it trimmed again a couple of days ago)

Me: "Ohhhhhhhh, thanks! You just made my day!

I walked away with a little mist in my eye for their kind words. They are aware of the personal struggles I deal with on a daily basis, so it means alot that they boost me up when they can.

So the moral to the story is: compliment someone today. You will make their day. You will make them smile. Make someone feel like like a rock star! Not only will you make them feel great, but you will feel good too knowing that you helped bring cheer to someone else.

Long Over Due

2010-08-27T22:30:00.010-05:00

I'm warning you now, this will be a long post. But I have a lot to say, so you can choose to stay with me and read, or not. Either way, I am putting down what is in my heart and on my mind, for history's sake.

I will be candid and upfront, so if you don't like what I have to say, tough.

First, I think when life hands you lemons, you can choose to make lemonade out of them - eventually. When you have been through what I have been the last several months, I am not sure that making lemonade is as therapeutic as the old adage leads you to believe it is. Mostly, you want to take the lemons and throw them back at life and hope it hits it in the face and that life hurts as badly as you do. I know that one day, someday, I will be able to make the lemonade, and it will be perfectly sweet and refreshing and irresistibly addicting. I am just not ready to do it now. And, I don't think there is anything wrong with that.

Second, I want to brush on something that most of us have a concept of, that being the concept of choice and accountability. From the time that we are very very young, we have some sort of idea of what choice and accountability is. None of us, who walk the face of the Earth, are exempt from this. Each of us choose and with that choice comes an outcome and a consequence. When I was in seminary, my father would take me on his way to work. He always listened to talk radio on 1440 Keys, I can remember the radio host was the now deceased Berney Seal. In all the years that my dad drove me, I can remember only one of the commercial break interviews with a football athlete (Whose name I cannot remember, sorry football athlete!) He talked about the very subject of choice and accountability. He did not call it that, but that is what he spoke about. He directed his remarks to the "younger generation", and since I lumped myself in with the younger generation at the time, I think that is why I listened more closely. He said something along the lines of "you must make wise decisions, because your decisions do not simply affect you. They affect everyone around you, your parents, your family, your friends....Your decisions also do not affect the hear and now. What you choose now will determine tomorrow." Truer words have been been spoken. Our decisions are far reaching. We decide everything. It's what we fought for before we came to the earth and what we choose on a daily basis can have an affect and effect (look it up as I did, you will be surprised at how the two are so closely related, and yet not) on those we love. Not only do our choices effect/affect ourselves and those we love, but we are held accountable for those decisions. Sometimes, those decisions we will have to pay for for the rest of our lives. And if that's the case, well, then it sucks to be you.

Now, onto something I have wanted to do for a long time. I have had so many people reach out to me in my time of need and despair, I want to say a few things back to those kind, wise folks. In no particular order, I will just write as it comes to me:

My parents: Thanks for your help. Thanks for your love. Thanks for your support. Dad, I appreciate your gifts and words of wisdom. I still want to get you the "Bank of Dad" T-shirt, it's totally fitting. Plus, I just appreciate the lengths you are willing to go to to ensure that I am happy. Mom, I think you put the meaning in "fierce love". You're both fierce when you need to be, but you have so much love that you display - I'm not sure how you balance it.

Jeremiah and Angie: Thanks for picking up the phone when I need you. I thank the Lord for the invention of skype. I admire your willingness to be supportive to me, but without jeopardizing the loyalty of others. Thanks for letting me vent and cry.

Kathryn and Shawn: thanks for talking to me and making sure I am ok. You both have so many wise pearls that I take with me each time I visit with you. Kathryn, you inspire to be better than what I am.

Dixie: You have been there for me beyond the call of duty. I am more and more in awe of your willinignness to do things for me that gain nothing for you and everything for me. Thank you for answering my calls - all of them - and for hearing me just pour my heart out. Thanks for your wisdom, your insight, your experise and most of all your connections ;)

Welita: muchos gracias por su amor.

Tia Emma: thanks for reminding me that I need to finish school, even though I knew that already. I love you too.

R.E. (name *withheld*, but they know who they are) : Thanks for instilling confidence in me every time you see me - you have quite a way of doing that. I walk away with a different perspective of my situation after we have had a heart to heart. My favorite quote from you is "This is not a pill you have to swallow. This is the opportunity of a lifetime." Oh, and thanks for telling me I'm a babe ;)

Magda: Thanks for checking in on me and telling me that you love me.

Jennifer O: Thanks for taking me in when I need to just get out of the house. Thanks for your choice words for those who cannot seem to get their act together. You seem to have such a knack with words. Thanks for keeping me laughing - and opening my eyes about technological advances of this century.

Jared and Kiersten: Thanks for letting me bring my lunch over during my lunch break. Thanks for hearing me out, and for keeping my eternal perspective in check. I appreciate your love and support and your candor.

Denise: Thanks for reaching out to me as I have struggled. I appreciate your kindness and your time when I need you.

Jill, Aunt Marilyn and Hope: Thanks for making the trek across the desert to meet us in California. I was so happy to see you and even more thrilled to spend a few days in Arizona with the whole crowd. I don't get enough of you guys! I hope to get back sooner than later! Jill thanks for taking me to Kenny's office and letting me hang - we don't do it nearly enough! Kenny, thanks for using your pull at the office! Aunt Marilyn, I love the spirit that accompanies you. And, your tacos rock!

Debbie and Andy: Thanks for introducing my to the world of guns! And, thanks for having educated people on hand to teach me the anatomy of a bullet - fascinating stuff! But more, thanks for being there for me.

Tracy: Thanks for introducing me to so much: Rotel and the Hot Tomatoes (Wow!), Karaoke (in even the most unlikely places) and most of all, thanks for keeping me distracted. I love your sense of humor and that life is NEVER dull when I am with you. "Blood cloth..." and "un manihada"

Sanne: Thanks for our heart to hearts and your perspective and your experience. I miss you!

Moni: Thanks for listening to me when I sat on your couch and unfolded my crisis. I know that offering your perspective and experience may not have been the easiest for you, but it helped me. Thanks for offering your pajamas!

Vernon & Veronica : Thanks for being there. Thanks for just letting me vent and just offering encouraging words when I needed to hear them. Thanks for all of your help. Thanks for thinking I still "have it". I will never, ever, fling your arm off my shoulder. ;)

T. B. : Thanks for seeing my potential and offering me the chance of a lifetime. I will take it if you take me to dinner. ;) Thanks for allowing me to be candid - I'm best that way.

G.S., L.R., M.R., : Thanks for letting me tell you about the time I beat the sh*t out of you know who. That was therapy at it's best! And, thanks for offering your advice to me. L.R. I miss you! G.S. I must have your wardrobe.

Judy and Porky: you have always loved me and supported me. Thanks for your advice and your help. Judy, thanks for your advice. Porky, thanks for the horse-drawn carriage waiting for me in Prague, or was it Austria? I cannot wait to actually see it someday.

Bertha: my dear Bertha, you bring such a smile to my face. Thanks for checking in on me and for your words of comfort. I love you dearly.

George: I am always so moved by your kindness and your words of wisdom. You are a good man. Thanks for making sure I am having a good day and that my lunch was nutricious.

Every one who has touch me in someway: THANK YOU! You have no idea how your kindness and your support has affected me.

SO many more to list, but this will do for now. If you have bent over backwards for me but do not see your name on this list, do not worry. Your name will appear...

California

2010-08-08T20:57:00.010-05:00

With all of the upheaval in my life right now, I took a much needed vacation to California and Arizona.

I asked my mom to join me and I also invited some cousins and aunt.

It was great seeing my grandparents!

Our trip consisted of three components:

Eating.

Shopping.

Visiting.

It does not get any better than that!

Jill, Hope

After enjoying an amazing meal of grilled Salmon, corn on the cob, baked potatoes and salad we all sat around the table and decided what our next meal would be.

Grandma, Aunt Marilyn, Mom

Dana Point. The area is lovely....

Meal time again! It what we love to do...

Mom and Grandma....

Spencer, Tiffany and baby Scott

My grandparent's back yard... their view of the Ocean cannot be beat.

And of course, I cannot forget our handsome host, Buddy.

I always wish I had taken more photos AFTER the fact. When I returned to Texas I realized I hadn't taken any in Arizona! What's wrong with me!

I had a wonderful time with everyone! I miss them already.

I love to see the temple....

2010-07-27T23:05:00.004-05:00

This place is so special. The grounds are quiet and beautifully kept.

Each time I visit, I am filled with peace and comfort.

It's funny what life hands you sometimes and how other's choices can change the very course of your own life.

It is during these times that I seek out the good and the solace and the opportunity to keep my perspective real.

All by God's design do I have a place like this to go to and feel those things that I have sought during my turmoil and ache.

Go there soon and often, even if you just walk around the grounds. Even doing that much will do wonders for your mind and spirit.

Taking a load off

2010-07-08T23:51:00.004-05:00

SO, this is what happens when I have too much time on my hands - I play around with Photobooth.

I don't feel too guilty, though. I have just come off of helping to plan a funeral for a lady at church - and that is quite an undertaking. I have done several funerals since being called to RS president and I have to say that of all the duties that come with this calling, planning and helping to organize a funeral and the meal afterward for the family is probably my favorite part of the calling. I love reaching out to those grieving. I love doing all that I can to ease their burden, whether it is just listening to them pour their heart out or finding a piano player for the service. It brings a feeling of joy and fullness that you cannot find anywhere else.

I think, in part, it has to do with that I can give back, you know, pay it forward. When Samuel died, I was so overcome and overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and support. I literally witnessed an entire community come together and support our family in a time of need. Over the course of just a few days, we had hundreds of visitors, food enough to last for months - so much that a friend rented and had an extra refrigerator delivered to the house so that the food would not go bad. We had hundreds and hundreds of flower arrangements, sprays and plants delivered to the funeral home - some even from my father's coworkers overseas. These are just a few things that I can remember during that awful time for us.

It is times like this that I feel the closest to God.

Water Baby

2010-07-03T10:30:00.004-05:00

Last week I took these photos of my cousin and their baby girl. This session was an extension of her birthday party (previous post). I felt like since there was so much hoopla going on at the party, I didn't really capture what I wanted. So, I told them that I would get more for them.

One of the things I have learned, since photographing people, is that, typically speaking, 1 year olds want NOTHING to do with the camera. They are much to involved in their explorations and in their own worlds, that the big black box in front of my face is more or less a nuisance.

So, I have learned if you can't beat them, join them! Work with them, not against them.

*why is there an automatic underline? I hate that!

The result of this methodology is beautifully candid and "in the moment" photographs, which happen to be the very best, in my opinion.

One of the things I love about the editing process, is that your eyes see things about photographs that you might not have noticed before. Uusually, you are so involved in "getting a decent photo" that you tend to overlook the beauty of the imperfections. I, personally, have grown to love and embrace the imperfections of photographs.

I love her little expression in the photo. She is totally glued to her parents who are off to the side trying to get her attention....

I don't know about you, but if they had a creamsicle-colored romper in my size, I might have to buy it.

Could this be any cuter???????

Instinct told her to brush off the sand on her small, chubby dimpled hands. In a larger format, you can see the grains of sand wonderfully.

Enter the wardrobe change! I love that momma is always prepared!

These are just a handful of the many, many that turned out.

Lovely family, aren't they?

PS: I'm done with school for the rest of the summer!! More posts to come...

If You Only Knew

2010-06-11T22:02:00.007-05:00

(click to view larger image)

I had the pleasure of photographing this family a week ago and boy were they a hoot! I should specify, the BOYS were a hoot! There must never be a dull moment in this household!

I have always loved and respected their momma, Jenni, but after this shoot, the level of respect shot up by 1000 %.

Thanks, Arnold family! You made me smile really big that day!

*PS: I am not sure why the photos as of late are uploading so grainy and noisy. The originals are crisp and crystal clear. Sorry! If anyone has any suggestions for this, please let me know!!

Goals, re-evaluated.

2010-06-07T21:26:00.005-05:00

I wish I had something fun, interesting or noteworthy to share, but I don't. Life has been pretty routine, which can be a good thing. I have decided to take only two summer courses, as opposed to my original three. I think I need a break. In fact, I know I need a break. That being said, I have decided to re-think my goals for the summer. Originally they were:

1. go to school, Maymester, and Summer I & II.

Now, this is what they are:

1. Go to school, Maymester and Summer I, not Summer II (check)

2. Continue running and exercising
2a. Lose another 10 pounds by Labor Day (I have already dropped 11!!!)

3. Visit my Grandma Melodee in California.
3a. preferably fly into Orange County. I am not fond of LAX. At all.

4. Get to the beach at least three times.
4a. get at least a few shades darker. I like my creamy, pale, skin color and all, but I think it's time to shake things up a bit.

So, I think I'm liking my re-evaluated goals.

OH, AND ONE MORE THING:

Can I just say I am IN LOVE with Laura Geller Cosmetics!!!!!! My mother turned me on to her stuff and boy, am I SOLD!

I found myself with that typical female conundrum: I have tried almost every foundation made under the sun and I am not jazzed about any of them (with the exception of Coco Chanel - that stuff is hands down the best, but uber pricey) and my mom gave me some (Laura Geller Balance n Brighten Baked Foundation) she had in her purse and told me to give it a try. So I did. And I LOVE IT!

Giver her Baked collection a try, you will not be disappointed.

I love this video!!

2010-05-26T20:09:00.004-05:00

I first heard about this on Kidd Kraddick in the Morning on my way to school

a few mornings ago, but then finally saw it on youtube.

Enjoy! Too funny...

PS: you may need to lett it load/buffer for a minute before viewing it.

So Sad to Say Goodbye

2010-05-16T20:14:00.002-05:00

It was sure fun having you guys over for the week! Miss you already.

Issac, I miss your pitched squeals and your sleepy head happiness already!

Angie, I am so grateful to have a sister in law that is fun, understanding and easy to get along with...

Jer, I am glad for your listening ear and your words of wisdom. Ease accompanies you everywhere you go.

I love you all!

Kisses, Aunty Tiffany

Little Stranger

2010-05-12T21:28:00.004-05:00

For the last four days, we have had a little visitor stay with us (and his folks have stayed with us too)...

He has been an absolute joy....

He is full of personality....

He loves his bath time and gets so happy....

I especially love his high-pitched squeals (you know the ones that raise the hair on the back of your neck) and his facial expressions...

Tonight he started giving me kisses. I was so excited!! Open-mouthed, wet kisses!

And even when mommy gets carried carried away with rinsing him off...

...he is still all smiles!

What a happy boy! We have loved having you and your folks over.

The Farmer's Market

2010-05-03T17:05:00.004-05:00

Recently, we discovered that our fair city has a local farmer's market. I was thrilled when I found out about it. I LOVE going to farmer's markets. The last time I had been to one was back during my college days in College Station. I would go on occasion and always loved bringing home fresh, local produce.

To my delight, one of the local farmers was selling fresh farm eggs. When I opened the carton, I was thrilled to see all of the colored eggs - and not dyed left over from Easter! They were just beautiful! The colors varied from white to brown to a beautiful sage green to a muted robin's egg blue.

I bought a dozen - they were expensive eggs. I have yet to taste them I hope they taste as good as they look.

When I got back home, Paris was waiting for me, as always. I was excited about all of my fresh, locally grown loot.

"Well Hi, P! I missed you this morning! Momma bought neat stuff..."

"...She bought some fresh green beans, and strawberries..."

"...and some yellow squash, and fresh eggs, and red potatoes, and....

"Paris? Are you listening to me?"

Well. There you have it folks. Ungrateful Canine!

Fine Piece of Machinery

2010-04-30T23:17:00.005-05:00

About a month ago, I discovered the magic of quid pro quo. I wished I had learned this delicate technique a lot sooner because I found out that it makes marriages progress a lot smoother.

I was working on some homework, when the Hubs walked into my office and said (for about the 500,000th time) "Babe, I think I should get a motorcycle. What do you think?" Now, in all of the previous 499,999 times before, I dug in my heels, listed all the reason why NOT to get a motorcycle, made a stink about it and reminded him the bad luck follows him EVERYWHERE HE GOES. But I had decided that I was done fighting and I was instead going to negotiate.

So, I did the unthinkable, I said "Ok. But, under a few conditions."

He. Was. Shocked.

I continued, "If you get a motorcycle, it MUST to be a Harley Davidson (my father influenced my decision), I get granite countertops, AND, you must take the motorcycle safety course, and get your license AND the house trim gets painted. And you must promise me that you will wear a helmet AT ALL TIMES."

(helmets are a huge thing for me. I was in a really bad motorcycle accident several years ago and I was not wearing a helmet - Let's just say I have NEVER in my life experience pain as horrendous and hellacious as having your body absorb the impact of asphalt, gravel, dirt, the torment of road rash and the discomfort of my gums impacts with dirt, stickers and grass. I do not wish it on my worst enemy.)

His eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights. His mouth was open. All he could mutter was, "Are you serious?"

"Yup". I said

With that, we moved forward on our plans to look for a Harley Davidson and granite countertops.

A weekend or so later, we were visiting my folks and Hubs started to ask my dad about his Harley Davidson and the ins and outs of it all. When my dad found out that Hubs was looking, seriously, for a motorcycle, he said, he would sell us his. We were both shocked! He has spent so much time and money customizing it and I was worried that what we could afford would not at all cover any of his blood, sweat and tears that he put into it.

But, my dad was very generous and willing. He had not ridden it in nearly 18 months and saw an opportunity to help his kiddos out.

So, arrangements were made, handshakes were exchanged and it was done.

Isn't she lovely? We are both so happy she occupies our garage.

The hubs has vowed to keep it in the family and never sell it.

************ 6 DAYS LATER **************

Six days of fun and riding, the hubs got into an accident.

It's true what they say in the motorcycle safety course: within the first 6 months of riding, most (a very high percentage) motorcyclists will get into an accident.

I am happy to say that it was NOT, I repeat, NOT his fault. He had the right of way, a lady decided that she was not going to be patient and turned in front of him. He braked suddenly to avoid T-boning her and lost control of the bike.

Here is a run-down of the injuries:

When I gave Hubs the list of "conditions" before buying a motorcycle, I failed to mention that one of those conditions would be that I needed to take out a life insurance policy against him.

Let's just say that I am actively researching them.

PS: For those who really want to know (actually everyone has been more concerned about the bike that him LOL): THE BIKE IS ABSOLUTELY FINE! Has minor scratches and a pedal needs to be replaced. Damage is SO minor considering. If you saw it, you would not believe it was in an accident.

For their Moms

2010-04-25T17:15:00.003-05:00

The hubs and I try to have our wonderful, dedicated missionaries over for lunch after church on Sundays. As Relief Society President, I often have the opportunity to meet with them and their investigators to help fellowship, bear testimony of a particular principle that they may be teaching, etc.

Interestingly, one of them is related to the hubs - second cousin to be exact. While preparing their lunch, I had the thought that I would take his picture so that his mom could see him (since I assume she checks our blog from time to time). Then I thought, "why not invite all of their moms to see the photos too?"

So, I am hoping that not only Sister Haskell (aka as Emily) sees this, but Sister Love, Sister Watson, and Sister Wetherell see it as well.

Here they are! They are so focussed and dedicated. We enjoy having them over and bring a wonderful spirit with them. You should be so proud.

After lunch, the hubs showed them part of a tree that needed to be trimmed. Naturally, they are always so willing to help. Since the hubs was in a motorcycle accident and broke his elbow, they were also willing to help with some painting that needs to be done before our company comes in few weeks.

I loved this picture! When I asked them if they thought their moms might check out the photos of them, they said "Yes!" and then they all pulled out their notepads so that they could write down the website address.

Then it was time to go to their next appointment.

"Bye Mom!"

Note to self...

2010-04-20T22:28:00.004-05:00

...when you have a baby, particularly a baby girl, make sure you have four different outfits for her first birthday party.

I was thrilled when my cousin's wife asked that I take photos at Lena's first birthday party.

She turned one?! I think we are all reeling in how fast the year has gone by. It wasn't that long ago that I photographed her momma when she was pregnant with her, or when she was just a few months old, or even for their Christmas photos.

But, what I loved was that her momma planned her wardrobe around the whole affair.

OUTFIT #1

Hello, sunshine! She had just woken from her nap was a little peach. I love how vibrant her smile is - matches her outfit perfectly! What you cannot see is that she is smiling at her daddy. Daddy's have that affect on their little girls.

OUTFIT#2

This was her party dress. Isn't it perfect?! She took a few more photos in this number, and opened her gifts in it as well.

...a moment with her momma...

OUTFIT#3

Now, the only way to eat your very own personal birthday cake is in a pink bib and tutu!! And, what is even better is that her momma changed out her hair bow to match - mommas are attentive to detail like that! LOVE IT!

...not quite sure about it, she ate her cake very slowly. It was so cute. I think she was also a little taken back that she had an audience just watching her.

OUTFIT #4

To top off the evening, they all went to the baseball game! Her grandma dressed the two little pumpkins in matching pink "Hooks" dresses. ADORABLE!

Thanks Mel and V! I loved being apart of her big day!!

A Meatloaf Contest and the Beauty Shop

2010-04-19T22:44:00.004-05:00

I know that is gets old when bloggers blog about how long it's been since the last time the posted something and how amazing it is that the time flies by and that they are eyebrow-deep in school work and church callings and work and how they just are just so sorry that it's been 5 weeks - WEEKS, not days WEEKS - since they have posted something. So old, right? Right.

So, I am not going to do that this time - again. Instead I am just going to pick up where I left off - 5 weeks ago.

A few weeks ago, our friend's folks were visiting from Idaho. They flew in to be here for our friend's little girls baptism. While at a get together, I mentioned having a meatloaf contest - since there are so many recipes out there. So we did!

We all gathered with our variation of meatloaf.

Rudy, Little Rudy.

Once we served up our plates they looked like this: all three meatloaves, corn, spaghetti squash, mashed potatoes, and a plastic fork.

Pretty soon after we sat down, there was some deliberation on the different meatloaf recipe ingredients. But mostly we ate, and all you could hear were plastic forks and mouths chewing - good stuff, folks!

After dinner they busted out the dessert, which was a heavenly pound cake (Paula Deen's) and a strawberry sauce topping - from scratch!

And then there was a lot of laughter and games....

....and more eating of sweets. And then it was time for.....

BEAUTY SHOP! Miss K had her whole room set up like a beauty parlor, fit with make-up, a gift shop and all things beauty shop. She convinced me to change my name - so I did. I decided on the name "Poppy". Not sure why, but I had been thinking about the character "Pepper Potts" from the Marvel comic movie "Iron Man" and when she asked me to change my name I said "Poppy" instead of "Pepper" - I don't know, don't ask. I am running on fumes I guess.

So, I had my hair and make-up done....

Patsy's name was changed to GiGi.... We were a make-believing bunch that night. It was fun!

And of course while we were busy make believing, the guys were out back talking shop.

At the end of the night, we all left and I realized on the way home, we didn't ever vote on a winner for the meatloaf. But, who cares! We had so much fun with each other as friends - it was a great night!

Ladies Who Lunch

2010-03-15T19:45:00.002-05:00

Despite having to endure yet another time change (I am convinced it is unnecessary and no one has yet to give me a substantiated reason why daylight savings is) this weekend was really nice.

The only welcomed change I love is the fact that we have longer days. I love the sunlight and, the more we get the happier I am.

One of things I did this weekend was get together with my mom. She had her hair appointment and called to see if I wanted to meet up for lunch.

So after meeting up with her at the salon, we headed over to the restaurant. We orders the same thing: Jalapeno Tilapia. It is SO good! We visited and caught up since we hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks.

Then, it was time to go. I had places to be and she had other things to do as well. So we gave our hugs and kisses and said our goodbyes...

And off we went!

Thanks, Mom! I always enjoy our girl time!

Saturday in the Park...

2010-02-27T21:29:00.003-06:00

I am really not sure where my day has gone. It was a crazy busy day. It is just past 9:30pm and I know exactly what I did today, but I am not sure I understand how it all happened so quickly.

I shouldn't be surprised, that is is my life and it will be that way for a while.

We ran errands today and among the stops we made was at one of my very favorite places in town: Gourmet & Gadgets in Lamar Park. I LOVE that store!

One of my Christmas gifts from the Hubs was a sexy rolling pin. It wasn't just any rolling pin. It was stainless steel and it had an opening on the side so that you could fill it with cold water or ice to keep your dough cold as you rolled it out. I liked it. What I liked more about it was the fact that he stepped foot into Gourmet & Gadgets on his own accord, not because I wanted to go in and 'browse' . In doing this, that meant he had listened and paid attention and was "in tune" with his wife.

Anyway, he chose this cool rolling pin, but truthfully, I liked my wooden one just fine. There were other items in Gourmet & Gadgets that I needed, ahem, wanted, more.

So off we went into G&G, naturally, I am in Heaven! Every kitchen gadget under the sun! I explained to the owner that I didn't want to return the rollin pin but I instead wanted to exchange it. She was reluctant at first, but then gave in. I guess batting your eyes works from time to time. Regardless, I was happy and grateful.

Here are the few things I exchanged with my store credit.

The biggest and most exciting, for me, was FINALLY getting my own SILPAT mat. It is a high-grade silicone mat that you place down on your cookie sheets and NOTHING sticks to it! I cannot wait to use this thing....

Next on my list was this spatula. I know you're thinking, "big deal!" But, not so. I love this spatula. I already have one, it was gifted to me by my Aunt toni years ago. But I use it so much the spatula is falling off the wooden handle. Not only is it made by Le Creuset, the size is what I am sold on. It is smaller that your typical spatula and is so functional and easier to use.

See, you can see that it is smaller than normal. I LOVE It!

I have been wanting this frosting spreader too. I think I should make another chocolate cake and a batch of my 'fool-proof' frosting.

This is a utility staple. Technically, it was made to scrape pastry or dough off your countertop after rolling it out (with that really sexy rolling pin your husband got you for Christmas), but I have seen it used for so many more things...I am glad I finally have it.

This was the Hubs pick. It is an ice cream scoop, but not just any ice cream scoop. Let me backtrack fist. You have to know that he LOVES Bluebell ice cream. So much that I have nearly 26 gallons of it in my freezer. Ok, maybe not 26. But, like 5 1/2 gallons and 4 pints. 'Nuff said! The other night, he was scooping ice cream into a bowl and just like that, the ice cream scoop broke. It was if the ice cream scoop knew that throwing in the towel was a lot easier that actually surviving the 26 gallons it had ahead of itself.

So, he picked out this ice cream scoop with anti-freeze inside. It states on the packaging, "Scoops the hardest ice cream with ease".

We'll see, I guess.

After we got home and unloaded groceries and gadgets, I started to make a casserole for the church potluck and he did what he does best:

STUDY! The boy is in the throws of accounting and cost allocation tables for his master's degree program.

And while he is in the throws of cost allocation tables, the naughtiest girl on the block is doing what she does best: trying to sneak food from mommy.

How is it that I can love such a naughty girl so much?

How was your weekend?

Need you

2010-02-25T16:53:00.002-06:00

So, I am ready for a new blog banner. I have had this one up for a long time and I still like it, I designed it, I should like it, but I am tired of it. What should I do??

I want your ideas...

I want suggestions...

I want your input...

I want YOU to help ME. Help me help myself...

There are so many creative people out and I bet you're one of those people.

So, c'mon. Out with it!

Words of Wisdom

2010-02-23T22:21:00.002-06:00

While checking "the other" blog, you know the one I have "also been contributing to", the "health" blog, my fabulous cousin, Lisanne, shared this quote by Neal A. Maxwell:

“I do not believe people can be happy unless they have work to do. One can really be more of a slave to idleness than to work. Work keeps us humble and reminds us of how all our blessings come to us from our Heavenly Father.

“If we learn to work early in life we will be better individuals, better members of families, better neighbors, and better disciples of Jesus Christ, who Himself learned to work as a carpenter”

Then, in her own words, she added: "Work means discipline and discipline means happiness, and if we can master one area of our life, it affects all other areas...."

So true!

Just some food for thought! Have a great day!

Blueberry Muffins

2010-02-22T22:09:00.005-06:00

I cringe at the fact that I have allowed two weeks (or more) to pass and I have not touched this blog. I have missed it. I have missed you. But, my life is not so much my life anymore. School consumes most of my time as does work (which is only a few hours a day). The rest of my time is also dedicated to my calling at church, which is not an easy one, and even then, I feel like I let that fall by the wayside sometimes. Usually, I am so drained that all I want to do is veg on the couch and watch Judge Judy rip an unfortunate social misfit a new one.

In so many ways I hate that my time is stretched so thin, but in other ways I love it. I love that I am bustling busy and that my tightly scheduled days (which begins at 6am most days) makes my weeks, quickly, a thing of the past. There is such a satisfaction in knowing that I am so productive.

One thing that I have not told you is that I have also been contributing to another blog (traitor, I know!), created by my cousin. It's a health blog and the purpose of the blog is to encourage one another and report our progress in our weight-loss endeavors. So far so good. And it's fun to connect with them and with the same goal, it makes things more fun and meaningful.

So, in an effort to make it up to you, I am extending an olive branch in the form of a recipe - a healthy recipe. I created it and I am proud to tell you that it is not only fabulously delicious, but for the most part, healthy too.

Tiffany's Blueberry Muffins:

*note you can substitute the blueberries for cranberries for a twist

1 cup of blueberries (I had frozen on hand and just thawed them out)

3/4 cup sugar (divided)

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 cup whole wheat flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

1 whole egg + 1 egg white, beaten

1 1/3 cup of vanilla (lite) soy milk

1/4 cup melted butter (sorry, I cannot help myself. This part of the recipe can be omitted. But, I would not recommend it)

Crumble topping:

1 heaping Tablespoon brown sugar

1/2 cup oatmeal

2 Tablespoons chopped pecans

1/2 Tablespoon flour

3 Tables spoons melted butter

-mix together in a separate bowl, set aside.

1. Preheat your oven to 400* & generously grease a 12-muffin pan

2. combine berries and 1/2 cup sugar in a separate bowl and set aside

3. Combine flours, baking soda, baking powder, 1/4 cup of sugar

4. In a smaller bowl, combine egg, egg white, and milk

5. In the center of your flour mixture, make a well. Pour in the wet ingredients, including the butter. Stir until just combined. (Do not over-work the flour, otherwise you will have tough muffins on hand)

6. Add the sugared blueberries in, fold in gently until combined.

7. Fill your muffin tins to the top (I like to have substantial muffins)

8. Top your batter with the crumble topping.

9. Bake for 20 minutes.

10. Remove muffins from pan and (if you are feeling especially naughty) crack one open and butter it up. Otherwise, butter is not needed and the muffin tastes really good alone with a tall glass of skim milk.

*I just had to post the photo of my girl. Can you see the horror in her face??? I think it is so funny that she is so stinkin' scared of my camera! More updates very soon the horizon - I promise!*

A few new recipes

2010-01-31T18:26:00.005-06:00

Sorry I don't have any pictures to post along side these recipes, but I have had these up my sleeve for a while now and thought I would share. As always, they are super easy and yield tons of flavor.

Chicken Spaghetti

This past week, the young women's president asked if I would do a cooking demonstration for the girl. I was thrilled! I decided on this recipe because there are different cooking techniques, basic techniques, that were involved. It is also a recipe that was one of my favorites growing up:

1 Rotisserie Chicken

1 1/2 lb. spaghetti

1-2 Tablespoons butter

1/2 small onion ( or use the whole onion if you love onion like me :))

1 green bell pepper

1 cup mushrooms (or more if you like mushrooms like me)

1 can cream of mushroom

1 can cream of chicken

1 can cream of celery

3/4 block of Velveeta cheese

-Boil your pasta as directed on the package, in a large

-In the mean time, de-done your chicken into bite sized pieces, dice, roughly chop up, or however you like to do it, your vegetables, and cube your Velveeta.

-Drain your pasta and rinse with cold water to ensure it does not stick spaghetti. Return to stock pot and set aside.

-In a large frying pan or skillet, melt your butter over medium high and toss in your onion, mushroom and bell pepper. Saute until softened and opaque. Your kitchen will smell wonderful!

-Add in your soups, and Velveeta cheese. Stir constantly until all melded together. Add in your chicken, stir.

-Pour the soup/sauce mixture over your noodle in the stock pot. Grab some tongs and mix it all up until it is all blended.

-Serve with some fresh french bread and enjoy! It is so YUMMY!

For dessert

If you haven't tried the Hershey's "Perfectly Chocolate" Chocolate Cake (also found on the back of the Hershey's Cocoa box) you must! It's is a delightful recipe. But, pair it with this frosting recipe and GOOD GRIEF! Is it ever a match made in Heaven!

Fool Proof Frosting:

1 stick of butter

3 oz block of cream cheese

2 cups (roughly, I didn't measure, I just threw in what felt good) powdered sugar

1 Tablespoon vanilla

2-3 teaspoon of milk

-using a mixer (hand or stand, whatever works) cream butter and sugar together

-gradually add in your powdered sugar. Beat on high

- add in milk gradually. Add vanilla.

-whip until you have the desired consistency

Frost your chocolate cake and let the dreaming stop because it is totally real :)

This was enough to frost two 9 inch cakes, one on top of the other with frosting in between and on the sides.

Slacker

2010-01-27T22:05:00.004-06:00

I know that I have been remiss when it comes to this blog the last week or so. NEWSFLASH: Once again, a new semester has begun! This semester I am registered for 12 hours. Considering I have typically been taking 9 hours, this is a big leap for me and eventually I would like to take 15 hours. But, I am determined to be on top of it - ALL of it.

In other news, one of my New Years goals was to change my schedule around and be more organized with my time. I have fulfilled that and so instead beginning my day at about 10:00am, going to work and then going to going to school when I am done with work, and arriving home later in the afternoon/evening, I now begin my day at 6:00am, to go walking down the beautiful and picture-esque Ocean Drive (except at 6:00am it's dark), roughly a 2.5 mile route, then I go on to school and work. I am really loving this way of life. To some, namely mothers, this is nothing to write home about. But, because my typical schedule had been de-harmonized (all thanks to the Hubs's work schedule), I had fallen into the trap of waking up at about 10:00am and not going to bed until 2:00am or 3:00am. I am loving the early to bed, early to rise much, much more! Clearly, I can see why it would be a commandment of God.

So, dear friends, I will update sooner than later. I need to pick up the camera and find time to have a life inbetween living life, if that makes any sense at all!

Christmas card that never got sent out - circa 12/2009

Official

2010-01-18T15:27:00.005-06:00

I am pleased to unveil my new logo for my budding photography business. I love it!

Thanks to Steve Reed for his talents and abilities for creating my logo - it is just what I was looking for.

For all of your design, logo, print and illustration needs, contact the professionals at

Vectyr

Me.

2010-01-10T19:28:00.003-06:00

I am a schmuck.

My boss always says that people learn one of two ways: (1) by repititon (2) by catastrophic event.

Ever had a dream where you were supposed to speak, publicly, and you forgot about it? No preparation. Nothing. Zero, zip. Well, I have not had that dream. In fact it was a reality. Today.

I realized about 20 minutes before church started that I was asked to speak (three weeks ago they asked). I don't think I have ever had so many hot flashes in my entire life.

They asked three weeks ago, as I mentioned, and two of last weeks I was not in church. Visiting family, then in Dallas.

Imagine my horror. But, my saving grace was that it was on a topic that I am really passionate about: The importance of Relief Society. So, I, according to the Bishopric, I gave a talk and no one knew the difference.

Guess which way I learned today?

Schmuck. That's me!

The Answer:

2010-01-09T09:44:00.004-06:00

So some of you guessed as to my favorite beverage while sitting on an airplane awaiting the arrival of my next destination. And the answer is...drumroll....

A. Cran-Apple Juice
B. Ginger Ale
C. Mr. & Mrs. T's Bloody Mary Mix

Surprising as it may be to some I LOVE this stuff and I asked for everytime I board an airplane. And, don't knock it unless you've tried it. It is tangy and spicy and really, really flavorful. The best part about it is that is really low in calories too. I only know this because an airline stewardess pointed it out as she held a can of juice next to a can of Mr. & Mrs. T's and said, "See, it's a lot lower in calories that regular fruit juice! Smart choice, love!!" No joke...I didn't even have to ask her to do that. Now, that is customer service ;)

But, let it be known that I like B. & C. too!

Our Jaunt to Dallas, TX

2010-01-07T20:28:00.003-06:00

After nearly a week of being home and back to reality, we still find ourselves reflecting back on our fun-filled, rip-roaring (I stole that from The Pioneer Woman), and history-making (in our own history) weekend getaway to Dallas with great fondness.

All credit goes to my Dad. If it weren't for him we would have stayed at home and stared at each other, scratched our heads and fed the canines. So, THANK YOU, dear father. Without you, we would not have enjoyed such a wonderful weekend!!

So it began with a somewhat early morning on Saturday.

Wait, before I go on, aren't my shoes cute?? I wanted cute, comfortable shoes that would go with everything. Ta da!! I LOVE them and they did just the trick. I was not in the mood for packing a different pair for each outfit. Not for this trip, anyway.

So at the airport, we awaited patiently. Actually, I was kind of anxious and excited. I always love going on trips, whether they are in the same trip or not.

I was also excited to have my stand-by airplane beverage. Can you guess which one it is:

A. Cran-Apple Juice

B. Ginger Ale

C. Mr. & Mrs. T's Bloody Mary Mix

I whipped out my camera and had some fun. Then my mom, leaned forward and says, "Look at your father..."

SO I did...and saw this:

This was so funny to me! Is this not evidence that this man travels all over the world?! Eye mask, ear plugs, and neck pillow - for a 30 minute flight. He even showed me his "nap kit" bag he acquired from flying first class on previous flights. Hilarious!

After getting our filthy rental suburban, and checking into an acceptable hotel, we unloaded and relaxed. Then we headed out for a spot of shopping. ALWAYS welcomed! My dad was really sweet about it, he said " I want you to pick out a 'Dad' gift. "

I said, "Dad, this trip is more than enough, We are so grateful."

"No, this is part of your Christmas gift. I want to get you something that you need or want..."

I thought for a moment, and then I said "Ok, well, I really need new tires."

He looked at me and said, "Ok, but wouldn' t you like something fun, like clothes, too?"

"SURE!"

So we went off to Ann Taylor Loft for a little spree! It was meaningful and fun...thanks again, Dad!

After dinner it was bed time!

The next morning was spent getting ready for a life-long aspiration of ours!! I was so pumped to be able to actually go to a Dallas Cowboys game and in the new Cowboys Stadium, or otherwise known as Jerry World, in it's inaugural season.

From afar, the new stadium looks like giant space ship or a football, depending on which angle you are looking at it.

The closer we got to it, the enormity of it all was really awe-inspiring.

Lots of pictures were taken.....

And once we got through security (which rivaled the security check at the airport), we climbed. We climbed and climbed and climbed. We climbed ramp after ramp after ramp to get to our seat. And once we got to our seats, we stripped off all of our winter clothing. Our seats were pretty dang good too...

I noticed my dad was pensive, deep in though before the game. I was sure he was thinking, "They'd better win! Romo had better not do anything stupid today!"

And this, my friends was my view. We were sitting right in front of the jumbo-tron, or Jerry-Tron, as it has been nick named. If you do anything, you must read about this unbelievable, extra-enormous HD screen that we sat in front of. I really could not believe how huge it was...our house would occupy a very small corner, just to give you an idea.

Here is my view. Pretty good, huh? I don't think you could have had a bad seat, though. It was so steep and so grand.

Luckily Dallas did win and what a thrill it was!

This has put Hubs in the mood for games now. He is looking into Spurs games - good grief. Hopefully we can do this again someday. I know that I would do it in a heartbeat!

Dallas Update

2010-01-03T11:38:00.003-06:00

I have been taking photos on our trip, but I forgot my card reader to upload the photos!! Here is what we have done thus far on our fun and eventful first day:

-after landing at the airport, we took the shuttle to pick up the rental car. It was a suburban (have to accommodate 6 adults plus all of our bags and luggage) - A FILTHY suburban. Not good. They did not bother to vacuum all of the dried mud, dog hair, dog food off the carpets, nor did they wipe off all of the dog nose smudges off the windows. My dad is a smart man and will be sure to use that to his advantage when he turns it back in.

-we get to our hotel, A Fairfield Inn. It is painfully noticeable that there is no awning, no typical hotel entrance. The hotel entrance looked like a regular side door entrance. Mom isn't sure she likes what she sees, and goes with my dad. They were not in the lobby more that 90 seconds before they were walking out. I knew what that meant. We weren't staying at the Fairfield Inn. Christian, who has a good grip on reality and funnels that grip into humor states, "You know, I knew there was something wrong when I saw the yard stick with the cardboard sign stapled to the top with the word 'Lobby' on it". So true, bro, so true! That's pretty sad when you have to direct your guests uses a yard stick and sign.

-Our search for another hotel begins. We tease my father about not just going the with 5 star hotel the Gaylord Texan, around the corner to begin with. But, we end up in a really nice place that meets mom's approval not far away at all. Mom makes a good point when she states, "It's your father's fault. He has spoiled me by booking really nice hotels when we travel - I just can't help it..." Of course, I am not complaining. A nicer hotel for Mom means a nicer hotel for me.

- After checking in and eating lunch, we head back to our hotel to relax a bit. Later, we enjoy a stroll at the mall and the really nice Highland Height outdoor shopping center. We loved it!

- I might add that the weather has been really nice too. It has been crisp and cold but not biting or unbearable in any way.

- About 9 pm we decide to grab a bite at went to Pappadeaux's. Bad new news: the chef messed up every single entree. Good news: when the waiter sent everything back to make it right, the food was PHENOMENAL! Everything was so tasty and because they screwed up, dad got a lot of it gratis!

-back to the hotel for bed.

So far it has been a FUN trip! Lots of laughter and together time. The best thing ever. More updates to come! And I promise to post photos!!

"Us" and us...er, We with the "Us"

2009-12-28T22:15:00.006-06:00

QVC is a big part of our lives.

My mom and I watch QVC and then we talk about the hosts/hostesses like they are our close friends. We say things like, "I could NOT believe the Kathy Levine said that to Rick Domeier ON AIR!" (said with much aghast)

My mom buys A LOT of QVC products: cookware, food, home decor, clothing, you name it. Granted, most of the stuff she buys is excellent in quality (the Q part of QVC). She purchases top of the line, familiar products, at reduced prices.

My mom announced that she purchased a Wii "knock off", from none other than "the Q" (that's what my mom calls it, officially). She was really kind of enthusiastic about it, "It was a Today's Special Value! I thought I'd try it out - only $45!"

So I asked, "A Wii knock off"?

Josh says "So, does that mean it's called 'the Us'"?

*laughter erupts*

"No, it's called the Ultimotion." mom says

So, we decided to give it a shot....

The Ultimotion has various interactive games, such baseball, golf, football, bowling...much like the Wii....but really, not like the Wii at all.

It does get you movin'....like the Wii does...

However, the Ultimotion, does some to sleep. Not like the Wii....

the thing that I was dissappointed with is that you cannot build your own avatar. That is half the fun right there! With the Ultimotion, you get your choice of two, pre designed avatars. One is a girl and the other is a boy. Usually, the boy avatar looks like a hoodlum from skid row. Not sure about that one.

*Grandpa waiting for his turn*

The Ultimotion, or "the us" as we named it, was still fun. I think the most popular game was the football. BIG surprise, I know.

And here is my mom and grandma.

Both HUGE advocates of the Q. I am not sure if she will keep the Ultimotion or send it back. I think we griped about it enough that I would not be surprised if she sent it back. Either way, it was a fun addition to our Christmas holiday.

The Aroma of Christmas

2009-12-21T20:19:00.005-06:00

While chatting with some of our good friends, their bright little girl said, "Tiffany do you like the aroma of Christmas?" I asked her to repeat herself because I had never heard of "the aroma of Christmas". He mom explained what it is and what it does.

If you re like me and do not know what it is or what it does, follow me. The aroma of christmas is a blend of spices and such, simmered on top of your stove (during the holidays of course) and the scent creates a wonderful addition to the feeling of Christmas.

Today, the Hubs went out and purchased everything and when I got home form work, I walked into the BEST SMELLING house on the block!

You must try it!! It is a new tradition, passed down from the Smith's. Thanks guys - WE LOVE IT!!!!

The Aroma of Christmas:

1 quart of water

1 bay leaf

1/4 cup of cloves

half of an orange peel

1/4 of a lemon, cut into two pieces

3 cinnamon sticks

1 cinnamon spice tea bag (added by the Hubs)

In a sauce pan, add all of the ingredients and bring to a simmer. The aroma will fill your home and enhance the feeling of Christmas all the more.

As the water evaporates, add more. Will be good for up to one week.

Chicken Noodle Soup

2009-12-12T00:40:00.006-06:00

Since the air has turned chilly and the sun has been tucked under the clouds, and the rain has descended on us, I have magically been in the mood for:

1. Postum, with cream and sugar

2. Ginger snaps - from the Joy of Cooking (yum)

3. Soup/Stew - warm, not from a can

Last week I made chili (and cornbread), and I used the recipe from my childhood, and it was so good! Since we only get chilly weather 3-4 months out of the year, I don't really have it all that often, hence making it so special.

This week I decided to make chicken noodle soup. I had not made it before, but I figured it couldn't be hard at all. So, I went to the kitchen and created my version .

First, I decided that I was going to use my own home made chicken stock. I figured I could use the kind from the box, but why? Fresh, hands down, is the best - the best for you and the best tasting. And, it's easy...

I started by boiling 3 large chicken breast, on the rib and skin on (think flavor) in 10 cups of water. To the water I added 2 heaping Tablespoons of Kosher salt, 3 bay leaves, several fresh sprigs of thyme (the more the better - I LOVE thyme) and about 8-10 black peppercorns. I let it gradually reach a rolling boil, and allowing it to boil for at least 45 minutes.

While the chicken was boiling, I got the veggies ready:

1 cup of thinly sliced carrots

1/2 cup of diced celery

I also set aside 1/3 cup frozen peas.

After the chicken was fully cooked, I removed it from the stock and allowed it to rest on my cutting board, loosely tenting it with tin foil. Doing this keeps the moisture in the chicken, making it tender and juicy. Allow it to cool down, about 30 minutes or until there is no more steam escaping from the breasts.

Enter the herbs.

Now, one thing about this recipe was that it was really important to me was to flavor the soup without the use of anything from a McCormick jar. I have discovered, the more fresh herbs I use, the less I rely on "spice jars".

So, I used fresh dill (about half of the entire frond) and...

Fresh italian parsley (about 1 Tablespoon, minced)

And, of course you need noodles (which is not an herb ;)).

So while the chicken is cooling on your cutting board, skim your broth of all of the thyme sprigs, bay leaves, pepper corns, chicken scum, etc. Try to make your broth as pure as possible. I just used my mesh strainer and it worked great.

When your broth is ready, lower the temp on your stove and add your carrots and celery and simmer until they are tender.

Add in:

peas

parsley

noodles

Simmer about 10 minutes, until tender.

*Note: if you find that the stock is a little salty, just gradually add water to cut the salt.*

While that is simmering, de-bone your chicken breasts.

Add the chicken and fresh dill. Stir well....

And voila! It was DELICIOUS!!!

The Hubs really wanted biscuits so I whipped these up. EASY!

Biscuits:

2 cups of flour

1 T baking powder

pinch of salt

1/4 cup cold butter, cubed

1 egg

3/4 cup half and half

In your electric mixer (with the paddle attachment), stir flour, salt, baking powder to mix. Add in the cold butter and incorporated into the flour until it becomes crumbly.

Add the half and half and egg. Mix well, the dough will be really sticky.

Generously flour your work surface, dump the dough onto and generously flour it as well. knead lightly, just to bring it all together. Roll out to 1/2 inch thickness and cut using a biscuit cutter or the rim of a glass.

Bake at 400 for 10-12 minutes.

Brush the tops with melted butter.

Make your tummy happy and eat!

No words needed

2009-12-09T00:55:00.002-06:00

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Little Visitor

2009-12-07T19:05:00.004-06:00

It's amazing how your house can be so NOT kid friendly.

It's amazing how you don't realize this until.....

your dear friend asked you to watch her 18 month old baby boy and you say "YES! Of course!" with out having the forethought that you have nothing to entertain him with. No toys, no trucks, no DVDs (educational, of course, that's how we roll around here), nothing!

Sunday night I asked his momma for a small favor and it worked out that I watch her little man as a trade off.

So, he gets here and is weepy as his mother dropped him off. But soon enough, he is over it when I sit down in front of the computer in search of Go! Diego! Go! videos or something on the internet that will distract him.

When the Hubs gets home from his stake meeting he had that evening, he thought: "Balls! What little boy does not like balls?" So, he goes to the garage in search of a ball that the canines have not chewed on for the last 3 years of their life. In he walks with golf balls and a golf club. "I'll putt the balls to him!!" he said. He was so proud of this idea. I was a little doubtful...

But, it worked. And, thats all that matters!

This little boy loved the golf balls. And, we were both really grateful that he was so easily entertained.

We love this little boy. He is such a doll! And, we are happy to watch him anytime.

Crazy 8

2009-12-01T23:47:00.002-06:00

Angie tagged me! This is fun - Thanks Ang!

8 TV Shows I Love:
1. Modern Family
2. Dancing with the Stars
3. Food Network - Barefoot Contessa, At Home with Giada, Iron Chef America
4. The Soup
5. What Not to Wear
6. [Most] Anything QVC
7. Judge Judy
8. Snapped (hey, it's gripping, ok)

8 Movies I Love:
1. Gone With the Wind
2. Pride & Prejudice (BBC version)
3. Out of Africa
4. Return to Me
5. Funny Girl
6. When Harry Met Sally
7. Castaway
8. Best in Show (all time favorite)

8 Restaurants I Love:
1. Kings Inn (surprise!)
2. Senor Jaime's
3. Casa De Tacos
4. Pizza Parlor
5. Macaroni Grill
6. Kiko's
7. Imperial Cafe (sushi)
8. Luby's

8 Things that Happened Yesterday:
1. Went to work
2. Was late to class because of work
3. Swept my floors covered in Christmas tree needles
4. Edited photos
5. Had a surprise visit from our home teacher and his wife
6. Tossed the ball to the canines
7. Became increasingly frustrated with lousy customer service departments
8. Read the news online

8 Things I Look Forward To:
1. Graduating
2. Going on a vacation (always)
3. Christmas time with family
4. Having a baby (tick tock, tick tock. Fertility drugs are the absolute worst)
5. At the end of my day: coming home to two canines so happy to see their momma.
6. Giving Samuel a big hug and telling him how much I love him
7. Really good food
8. pedi's, waxing, facials, hair appointments, etc.

8 Things I Love About Winter
1. Postum with a little cream and sugar
2. The cooler temperatures
3. My mom's ginger snaps
4. The holiday decor
5. The fashion
6. The Christmas music
7. Watching all of the classics on tv
8. Soup and french bread

8 Things on my Wish List:
1. New car/SUV
2. New clothes
3. Calvin Klein riding boots (or Ralph Lauren, either one I will be happy with)
4. A chef's kitchen
5. Re-landscaped front yard
6. Canon 5D
7. Being able to attend "Lyon Shop" workshop with the uber amazing Amelia Lyon- some day, some day.
8. Dyson vacuum

8 People I Tag:
1. Blanca
2. Monica
3. Kristy
4. Melissa
5. Kathryn
6. Jennifer
7. Alyssa
8. YOU, yeah you!

Beauty

2009-11-28T09:08:00.002-06:00

This tiny princess entered our lives about 8 months ago and she has enraptured us since that moment. I am so fortunate to been chosen to capture her growing moments on camera many times.

Last night as I was editing their Christmas family photos, I was completely takenby her beauty.

I have decided that this photo...
...will occupy a wall in my home. I sent her Daddy (who happens to be my cousin) a text message that I couldn't get over how one baby recieved so much beauty.

As I was going through the photos, I came across this:

And DIED! Her little scrunchy face was just too precious not to post. I decided not to be so selfish and share this gorgeous baby girl with everyone.

My new favorite way to eat corn

2009-11-18T20:29:00.007-06:00

I don't know when I decided to turn my "daily blog" into a "food blog". It seems the last several posts have been all about food!! Maybe it's because I have been a cooking fool lately. I still want this to be a daily blog, but clearly, this is what I have been doing with my life as of late: eating.

So, I discovered another way to eat fresh corn. Fresh corn happens to be in the top three of favorite vegetables for me. It's sweet and crunchy and textural and just plain delicious. I LOVE CORN. But, what I love more than corn is when corn is on sale 3/$1. When this phenomenon occurs, I become a mad woman and stock up. Usually, I boil it and laden a cob or two with butter and a very light sprinkling of kosher salt.

A few weeks ago I wanted corn, but not the same old way I usually eat. So, I experimented:

I started by shucking a few cobs, maybe 3 or 4, I cannot remember.

I shucked (or used my knife and shaved all the kernels off) until I had a heap like this...

...and placed all of the kernels on a foil-lined baking sheet. You know where I am going with this. It's a culinary GENIUS way to make flavors POP, come to LIFE, and make the ordinary totally and FOREVER extraordinary! Yes, I decided to ROAST my corn.

But, before I popped it in a 400* oven, I doused a few tablespoons of olive oil all over and tossed it all up. I just used my hands...

...and minced a couple of cloves of garlic...

...and minced about a tablespoon of italian parsley up. I sprinkled the garlic and parsley on top of the corn, and tossed gently.

Of course, I salted using kosher salt.

And, I grabbed my favorite pepper mill and did the obvious.

*Note, I am thinking about painting my kitchen the color of this pepper mill. I LOVE this color!*

And this is about what your corn should look like by now. Pop it in the oven and roast for about 20-30 minutes. Your kitchen will smell amazing!

And....

While your corn it roasting, try to pick out the perfect fabric for kitchen curtains.

Try the corn and ENJOY!

Weekend Review

2009-11-16T08:43:00.004-06:00

I love it when babies come to visit! This baby came with her mom, who is standing beside her crushing strawberries.

Clearly she is intrigued with the big black box in front of my face. In case you are wondering why her mom is crushing large amounts of strawberries it is because she is preparing to can strawberry jam.

We all were. And it was not only fun, but really rewarding too. I know we all felt really super when it was all said and done.

The Hubs likes it when babies come to visit too. He can't help himself, he has to play a little, and coo a little, and connect with baby.

I like that I chose the quilted jars. I also like that Kathryn said that her mom called strawberry jam "red gold". It's the truth! We were eating this stuff by the spoonfuls!! Once you have had the real thing, you never want to eat the store-bought stuff. This was a great way to spend with your gal pals and we definitely have something to show for it!

I will be doing it again soon so if anyone wants to join me, let me know!

Because I was asked for the recipe, I'll tell you that there are several online. But there are photos involved at The Pioneer Woman and her recipe is simple and step by step.

"From the Archives" Friday

2009-11-13T10:19:00.004-06:00

As you know I have been on a quest to make our office an office, and in doing so, I have had the task of wading through boxes and boxes of stuff that either (1) needs to be store in airtight containers, namely photographs (2) needs to be donated to Good Will (3) needs to be trashed (why do we hold onto things, ridiculous things?), I have decided that I would start something new, fresh and fun on this blog o' mine.

"FROM THE ARCHIVES" FRIDAYS!!

So, Here is my first offering. I had my Aunt in mind when I decided to post this. She is second in from the left and her name is, well never mind. I cannot share that with you. She prefers anonymity.

This was taken back in the mid '90s. The first few things that comes to my mind when I see this photo are:

1. This was WAY before boot-cut jeans. The tapered leg and high waist was still the rage

2. This is before I discovered my aunt, second from the left, used Miss Clairol. Boy, was I naive! I had asked her a year or two before hand if she colored her hair. She answered immediately "No". Later on, while visiting her one weekend, I walked into her laundry room to put a load of laundry in and discovered the bottle and box sitting next to the sink. Hmm!

3. I really thought I was fat in this photo! What was wrong with me?

4. Notice the '95 Mustang in the background...Too funny to see how cars can really date a photograph!

5. I hate that my cousin Avery is chopped off...I am not sure who was behind the camera...maybe one of the boys.

So there's more...After the girls took that shot, she lined us ALL up along my grandmother's house and did the same including the boys, You cannot tell, but we were all really laughing...

I should probably explain that this photo taken at the request of my aunt because she always told us we had "big butts". I still giggle when I see these photos... Brings back so many fond memories!!

The Best Medicine

2009-11-10T19:50:00.007-06:00

What could possibily be this funny?

I'll tell you...though, I hope it's ok if I tell you....because it involves the military....

...it also involves underpants...or lack thereof....

What is so funny is finding out that when this Coastie went in for his physical upon joining the Coast Guard, he was instructed to do a duck walk, along with 20 other people in the same room, in underwear so old that there was absolutely no seam holding the underwear together - hence, virtually having modern-day loin cloth. I guess he had no idea what he was getting himself, and his barely-there underwear, into, when he signed on the dotted line.

It was rather hilarious.

And this, my friends, is his mortified mother.

Good times. Good times!

*Note: I sure hope my brother doesn't mind me telling this story. I thought it was too funny not to! I love you bro!*

Sacred Rite

2009-11-08T23:23:00.003-06:00

I haven spoken much on this blog about my love, dedication, commitment and utter loyalty to my favorite restaurant in the world, King's Inn. And, while I will retract the "sacred" part of the title, I will not retract the "rite" part of it. Why? Because it is a rite. It is ritual. It is special and customary and when you are eating the divine sustenance placed before you, it is solemn.

Birthdays have been celebrated here, graduations have been memorialized, anniversaries, and even the "just because" have occurred here. It is a special place that hold memories and the food is incredible.

Most recently, this passed weekend, we celebrated the arrival of my brother and his wife who are visiting from the East coast. He is in the Coast Guard and is homesick. So, the two of them flew in for a few days. While here, my father said "Let us celebrate!" And, that only meant one thing: Let us eat at Kings Inn!

The thing about Kings Inn is that in all the years that I have been, I have never once seen people order from a menu. Never. I am sure that they have menus, but I have never seen them. And, each time we go we get the same 5 things. Oh, and it is served family style.

To begin, we always start off with steak tomatoes and this avocado salad...

The salad, is very simple, only consisting of avocado, iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, banana peppers and the special house dressing which is a salad oil. The salad dressing is the absolute STAR! It is so amazing it is ridiculous! It is tangy and lemon-y, garlic-y and oil-y, but not oily, I don't know how else to describe it. Except that it is dangerously addictive....

The other "must have" is the unique tartar sauce. I have never had tartar sauce like it anywhere else, It is sweet and savory, and spicy and does not have a heavy mayonnaise flavor. SO, what I like to do is cut a bite sized piece of my tomato and dip it in the tartar sauce...yumm!

So, after enjoying the light refreshing salad, in comes the fried onion rings, gulf shrimp, and broiled drum.

And this is basically what your plate looks like with everything on it. The french fries are on the house and are really good too! I top everything with a few squirts of fresh lemon. And then, I do not let that my cholesterol is shooting through the roof or that my bottom is widening affect anything. I enjoy. I eat. I savor. I say a little prayer in thanks for having known such wonder. I have access to this obscure, hole-in-the-wall restaurant that sits on Baffin Bay and it happens to serve the best seafood in the world!

Now, the only component to this always successful meal is the company that is sitting at your table:

Now, he looks upset, but he's not. This is the face I got when I said "Dad, stop bouncing the baby..."

see, he got over it really fast...

V & Christian...

Here is mom and bro...

And sweet angel faces too...

Our two buddies that love UFC - I still cannot believe that one. I am not sure how they stomach all of the blood, flailing bodily parts and fluids, broken noses, disgusting feet in each other's faces, crotches.... I'll stop now! I love them regardless! I just cannot get passed the UFC....

And, the three gals. It's always fun to catch up and chit chat. I love them both. Melissa, on the left is married to Mon's (on the right) brother. And Mon is my first cousin. I was her maid of honor in a yellow Ralph Lauren dress and carried a bouquet of roses and calla lilies. I can still remember that happy day as if it was yesterday...

See, with great company and delicious food you just cannot have it any better!

Halloween 2009

2009-11-04T18:46:00.004-06:00

In the weeks leading up to October 31st, nothing really had been discussed about what to do on Hallow's Eve, except that we would be giving out candy. Specifically, candy BARS. Ever since trick or treating at the Genho's growing up, I was determined to do the same thing "when I grew up one day".

The day before Halloween, the Hubs decided to create a wonderland of Halloween lore the front of our home by turning our front lawn into a graveyard, fit with headstones and Halloween epitaphs.

He put a lot of thought and effort and it was a hit! The neighbors stopped by and offered their congratulations and nods of approval...

So, early that afternoon, off we went to Sam's Club to buy candy bars, like Snicker's and Hershey's and Butterfinger, you get the picture. But then we got there and saw big boxes of individually wrapped twinkies and oatmeal creme pies, nutter bars and mini-pecan pies, etc. And so we scrapped the candy bar idea for a different kind of novelty. The kids seemed to like it and it was sure fun for us to. We put them all on a large platter and invited the trick or treaters to pick their poison!

A fun night for all , indeed! Cannot wait for next year.

A delightful meal

2009-11-01T22:51:00.003-06:00

Usually, our Sundays are so hectic with church in the morning and meetings before and sometimes after. I longed for a nice traditional Sunday lunch for after church and I did what most responsible people do and I planned ahead! And, I was so glad I did because the outcome was incredibly delicious!

On the menu:

~ Pioneer Woman's Perfect Pot Roast and Carrots - I got this recipe from her cookbook, I am not sure if she has this one posted on her website. Now, I have made a pot roast many times and they were good, but this pot roast stole the show! So easy, and the flavoring was impeccable.

My mashed potatoes - I always use red potatoes and I leave the skin on. I LOVE the skin mixed in for texture, taste and nutrients. Then, I just do the normal thing: milk, butter, kosher salt and freshly cracked pepper to taste.

Barefoot Contessa's Chive Biscuits - THESE WERE PHENOMENAL! They were also UBER easy. For never having made biscuits from scratch, I whipped these up in no time and they were very, very good. I also used garlic chives I planted several months ago and it really added a lot of flavor.

Later, I made lemon bars for dessert.

I'm completely content having spent so much time cooking and baking.

What Could This Be?

2009-10-29T22:29:00.005-05:00

So in yesterday's post I presented you with quandary:

I asked you to take a stab in guess at what the objects in the above photos do.

*And the only one that responded was Tara and her coworker - Thanks Tara and her coworker for playing along!!*

(*Note: speaking of photos, please excuses these. They are not my finest and in fact I am embarrassed I produced them. But, the lighting in my dining room is poor at best and this is all I have*)

The circular object on the left is a small dish. It contains something that the object on the right needs. The object on the right is ornately carved at the top and is made of a marble or stone. But, let's see them from a different point of view. I will open the small dish up and turn over the stone and you will find this:

This, my friends, is a chinese stamp and ink pad. Notice the engraving on the bottom of the stone?

Now, dip it in the red ink, which is a thick red paste. It has the consistency of.....well I don't know. I just know it is soft yet firm. It's different from our ink pads.

Anyway, so here I am stamping a piece of stationary....

And, voila!

Next question: have you ever wondered what your name looks like in Chinese?? So have I!

And today you get to see what my name looks like in Chinese because that is exactly what this stamp is: my name! Now, how fun is that??

My dad suggested I stamp my photos with this stamp. But, I'm not sure. I still need to figure that one out.

Anyway, now you know what this foreign object is... Happy stamping!

Treasures from near and far

2009-10-28T21:17:00.004-05:00

Today brought about treasures. Some near and some far. The first one was the arrival of THIS COOKBOOK:

It's Pioneer Woman's cookbook and I spent the better part of my afternoon flipping through it. I love it - it's colorful - of course her own amazing photos are used to illustrate step by step process for each recipe and it's very Ree! I sat and chuckled as I read her quips and humorous one-liners. She will be in Austin in December and I am HOPING I can make her book signing!! I'd love to meet her, get my book signed and get a photo with her.

The other treasures I have actually had for a few weeks now, I am just now telling you about them. Actually, I have been cleaning out what is supposed to be our office (it is undergoing major transformation with painting, the addition of shelving and rearranging and de-cluttering and all that fruffamuffin) and I remembered that my folks brought me some more goodies from Beijing. On this last trip, my mother returned to the silk factory to purchase some more goods...

One of which was this beautiful table runner. I LOVED it immediately. In person the green is a lot softer, not quite so yellow. But anyhow, this is it...

I will be using it as soon as the holidays decor is put away (I have not even taken it out yet, point it, when the holidays are over).

Love the details. And, my mom said that compared to some of the rugs and wall hangings, the detail on this table runner pales in comparison.

The next little surprise came in this lovely red box.

And this is what was inside. Anyone want to take a stab at it???

Have any ideas what this could be???

I'll let you stew about it (if you don't already know what it is)...

I'll reveal it's purpose tomorrow!!

Evidence of a changing season...finally!

2009-10-26T21:49:00.002-05:00

Today started out to be muggy, and warm. By lunch time, we had 80 mile an hour winds, TONS of rain and the temperature dropped nearly 20 degrees. It's a welcomed change and now it feels like fall!

Have you heard....

2009-10-23T20:57:00.002-05:00

the new Colby Caillat song "Fallin For You" ? I loved the song, but THEN, I saw the video on You Tube. It made me love the song even more!!!!

Check it out HERE.

Rustic Bruschetta, and a twist or two

2009-10-19T22:34:00.007-05:00

I am not sure how it is possible, but I have never tasted bruschetta - ever - and I had a craving for it last week. So, when I went grocery shopping a few days ago, I made sure to get all the ingredients to make it. Here's the thing: I did not make this version like traditional bruschetta. At least the bruschetta I have researched, it is served cold, which truthfully, sounds wildly delicioso!

However, I was in a creative mood. So, I did a few twists on an old classic. The results were AMAZING! HEART STOPPING. My taste buds began singing and dancing. I called the Hubs at work to tell him that it was that good! It's not an option, you MUST try this recipe, unless of course you do not like tomatoes, because that is the star ingredient here.

Here's what you need:

5-6 on the vine tomatoes

(I love this variety of tomato, so that is what I use. I find the flavor is the best, in my opinion)

1 french baguette or french loaf (or you can use any country bread variety)

LOTS of garlic, about 6-8 large cloves

1/2 medium red onion

6-8 large basil leaves (or a handful)

extra virgin olive oil

kosher salt

freshly cracked pepper

FIRST: line a roasting pan with foil, set it aside AND preheat your oven to 425 degrees.

Begin chopping your vegetables and aromatics. Actually, it would be fruit and aromatics. Aren't tomatoes considered fruit?

For this recipe, I would do a rough chop. Mincing really isn't necessary. Plus, I was in the mood for a chunky result, not necessarily a soup or sauce.

Place all of your....food....on the roasting pan when it's been chopped.

GENEROUSLY coat everything with the extra virgin olive oil...

...and toss well to ensure that everything is evenly coated.

GENEROUSLY salt.....

... and pepper everything.

Here is one twist: roast your vegetables!!! Roasting anything totally transforms and enhances, intensifies, making it all better than ezra. So, place the roasting pan, uncovered, in the preheated oven and roast for at least 20-25 minutes.

While the vegetables are roasting, chiffonnade your basil. I did this for looks. However, if you really don't care how it looks, you can simply chop it or tear the basil into pieces. Just don't skip the basil, it is vital to the dish.

Next, slice your bread into 1 inch slices, then slice them in half.

Line them up on a cookie or baking sheet, drizzle extra virgin olive oil on each slice and salt and pepper.

When it is time to take out the vegetables, you may notice that the tomato mixture is somewhat reduced and the color not as vibrant. Best of all, your kitchen will smell incredible. Pop in the bread to lightly toast.

When the bruschetta had cooled some, I placed it into a bowl. The next little twist was that I added a pinch of crushed red pepper. It really added a nice depth and a little kick.

After the bread has toasted, rub each slice of hot bread with a clove of garlic. It does add some extra flavor, but the idea is to flavor in layers.

When it is all done, this is what you should have. Now.....

Make yourself some Rustic bruschetta. You might just cry tears of joy it is THAT good.

It was great for dinner, but would also make a successfully dynamite appetizer at your next party.

A True Story about Samuel

2009-10-14T20:48:00.003-05:00

Several years ago, while at work, I received a call from my Aunt Toni. Something was up.

I answered the phone and was met with, "Hi Tiffany, it's Tia Toni. I know you are at work, but something has happened. And if you can get off work, I think you should."

"Ok," I replied, "What's going on?"

"It's Samuel. He's...had... an accident at school. He got his hand caught in a grinder in his Ag class and is in the emergency room."

"Oh, my gosh! Is he Ok?? What happ...how...when??"

"It's pretty serious, he has severed an artery and the doctor is talking skin grafts and surgery."

With that, I asked for permission to leave work with a promise to make up my time. The timing could not have been more opportune. My parents were gone for the weekend at General Conference in Utah, but luckily were due back later that night.

I arrived at the emergency room to find Samuel lying on the bed and just as chipper as could be. "Hi Tiff!" One hand clenching to the other, with gauze, blood covered the front of him. My grandparents were sitting on separate chairs in the room, subdued and sullen, "Hi Mjitia," my grandmother quietly greeted. "Como esta Welita?" I said, as I whisked by her and gently cupped my hand on her shoulder.

I walked over to Samuel who sat up upon my arrival, the doctor standing next to him.. "Let's take off the gauze." With that Samuel did as the doctor ordered and stuck out his hand so that the doctor could further examine the damage. As he removed the gauze, I was not prepared for what I was about to see: the top of Samuel's hand, flesh completely removed and his bones and tendon exposed. I nearly fainted, but I mustered the guts to walk to the only empty chair in the room, next to Tia Toni. She must have seen the look on my face, because she inched closer to me, and put her arm around me. My grandfather, could not even stand the sight, and got up and left the room. He sought much comfort in his cigarette that he smoked at the nearest exit.

"Samuel, what happened?"

"Wellllll, I was standing next to the grinder and I was telling Amanda* this story, and when I flung my arms, I was so close I didn't realize it, but the grinder just sucked my hand up...Tiff, the blood! There was tons of blood all over Jake's truck! There was this pool of blood on his floor mats....The security guard told us to go to the nurses's office, can you believe the idiot?? I severed an artery, dude!! So, Jake and I just took off - so much for the security guard!"

All could do was look at him, how was I supposed to respond to that?

Numerous people came by the emergency room, friends, teachers, and even the superintendent of schools.

All the while, I am trying to call my parent's cell phone, to which I get voicemail every time. You can imagine that I was feeling really pressured and frustrated by this time.

The doctor further discussed surgery and skin grafting, but without my parents, what were we supposed to do? The doctor eventually stretched the skin shut, sewed him up and ordered him to lay off for a few days.

Several hours later, while at home and earnestly trying to keep Samuel still for just a few moments, my mother finally called, "Tiffany! What is going on with Samuel? I got your messages, and they got progressively worse...what happened? Is he ok.......??

I explained the situation from start to finish. But, they still were not due home for another few hours. A few long hours. In the meantime, Samuel, was insistent on getting back to school. "I'll be ok", he said.

At this point, I was literally a wet noodle. I had no strength from being in knots, and sick with worry. My parents finally burst through the door awaiting to see what had happened. My mother informed Samuel that he would not be going to school for at least two days. Needless to say, he was disappointed.

And that is one of my memories of Samuel Jon Castillo.

It's hard to believe that another year has passed us. Each year gets only but a little better. In the four years that have gone by without Samuel, I have learned that grieving is as unique to one as their own DNA. I might have said that before, but it is true. Each person grieves differently. Grief has little to do with progression and everything to do with the feelings of sorrow that you feel when you experience death of a loved one.

Throughout the year, there have been times when I just have had to sit and let it all out. I cry and heave and allow myself to feel what it feels like to miss someone so terribly that you cannot do anything else but just cry. I do this private. It's that sacred to me.

But shortly after, I remind myself of where he is and what he is doing. Dwelling on this brings peace back in.

A few months ago I was rummaging through boxes and stumbled on several photographs of Samuel. It was bittersweet. I recalled the times reflected in the photographs and it hurt. Each photograph brought on a quiet, low "Oh, Samuel."

But, his story is one that I enjoy telling over and over.

With his goat that droves us all nuts. This goat cried all the time! He literally had a petting zoo in the backyard at one time. He had rabbits, a goat, a bearded lizard, ducks to name a few.

On his graduation day.

In Hawaii at the Old Lahaina Luau. He absolutely hated this trip. If it wasn't in Texas, he did not want to go. I love that he is wearing his Dickies and button-down.

Our very last Family photo. I think it was taken just a few months before he died. The boys were on their way to a concert, I cannot remember which one.

A Dollar for Debbie

2009-10-05T22:20:00.002-05:00

Our dear friend Debbie Reed was recently diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. When I found this out I was shocked! I can remember the Reeds from when I was just a small girl. Her son, Steve (we called him "Stevie" back then) and I are about the same age and were in Primary together! So, you can imagine that finding out this news was so troublesome, to us as well as the rest of their family and even those in the Corpus Christi Stake.

Debbie's family has launched a blogsite: dollar4debbie.blogspot.com to help with expense of chemo treatments at MD Anderson.

Check it out, and donate!

We love you Debbie and are hoping for the very best outcome! Hang in there!

Feelings of Gratitude

2009-10-04T22:20:00.004-05:00

I am grateful for:

Conference weekend. I always look forward to and love conference weekend. I was not able to make the first Saturday session, as I was working that morning. But, after work, and after a quick run to the meat market (I was having the dinner crowd over for Sunday dinner), I began to feel slower, weaker. I was losing the spring in my step. I thought it was one of two things: The McDonald's breakfast my boss so kindly provided me that morning (How could I not?) or the medication I had just taken. Which takes me to my next item:

Good health. I must have had a 24 hour bug, because by Saturday night I was immoveable, I was fever-laden, consumed with aches and pains, nausea. In that time that I felt completely miserable, I realized just how utterly wonderful it is to feel "normal".

Modern-day technology. I was able to watch conference in bed, all weekend. Because I had this flu bug, I couldn't do much of anything. Even going to the ladies room was a feat. But, because I was forced to be in bed, in my nighty, I was still able to watch conference and be spiritually edified anyway.

Modern medicine. On a completely separate subject, I give thanks to a prudent, wise and learned doctor who was able to answer long-awaited questions. My body does not function like it was designed to. So, I need attention to detail in certain areas. However, while I am grateful for these findings, I am not entirely grateful for the side effects of the medication I am on to remedy the situation.

A supportive husband. I am thankful that he took the night off of work to be with me, after an emotionally and physically draining day, just to be my side.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Ever wonder what angels sound like? Want to be put at ease? Would you like some peace in your life? In a bad mood? Have you ever known something so quiet and yet, so powerful at the same time? Listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. It will bring quality into your life. I promise.

Pointers. My two canines are joy. They are also mischief. But, they don't call them "pointers" for nothing. I am grateful that even though they have been removed from their instinctive life of hunting birds, they still perform and "point" - even if they are pointing at that pesky squirrel that I have grown to disdain. It really is a sight. As sight that I never tire of.

My calling. As exhausted as I am, I still find joy in doing what I have been called to do.

My parents. I am grateful for my parents' safe return from long trips abroad. I was able to have dinner with them the other night and it never ceases to amaze me that just days before they were half way around the world. I am also grateful for the treasures they bring me.

It's that time again...

2009-10-01T23:28:00.000-05:00

In love with Gary Fong....

2009-09-25T22:41:00.002-05:00

A few months ago I was flipping through the channels on TV and I happened upon a re-run of a certain celebrity's wedding. The thing that caught my eye was not the gorgeous wedding gown she was wearing, or her massive diamond rock on her left ring finger, or the beauty of every detail of her wedding. I was TOTALLY intrigued with this contraption sticking out from one of the photographer's camera (did you get that? One of the photographers, there were like 7 photogs!). Anyway, this thing came up from the flash and at first glance it looked a plastic cup. Click HERE to see what I mean.

So, I watched several minutes of this televised wedding to see if I could get more glimpses of the photog's camera. Finally, I got bored and eventually changed the channel.

A couple of weekends ago, I was photographing a wedding. A cute, casual wedding (see photos HERE). Well, one of the wedding guests busted out his camera and guess what he had on his strobe??? THIS!! So, you can imagine my intrigue even more. I had to find out what the heck it was and what did it do???

So, he and I struck up a conversation and talked photography and he was even nice enough to hand over his AMAZING FLASH and the flash diffuser attached to it and let me give it a go!! Boy, was I in heaven. I was just stunned with the difference in the quality and the feeling and mood of the overall photos.

I have a wedding this weekend and I know the location will be indoors and very dark, so even my uber amazing 50mm lens won't do the trick, so I made a professional and executive decision and I got the flash the Gary Fong light diffuser.

And the verdict: I am so GLAD I did.

These are just some stuff laying around the house and I am impressed. Can you see the difference??? It's night and day!!

I have ALWAYS been so staunch about the use of natural light and deep down, I still am. It is definitely my preferred lighting tool. But, I realize that there are times when you need to rely on flash lighting. And, if you do, this is the way to do it.

I can't wait to see what I can do this new stuff!

Bride...in less than a week!

2009-09-22T00:05:00.002-05:00

I love photographing brides. She was so ethereal and her dress was simple and perfect.

You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but this day was super windy. Timing the smiles, hair, and snapshots was such a challenge!

Her sneak preview HERE.