Monday, August 15, 2011

You've Been a Good Ole' Blog

All good things must come to an end. This will be the last post on this blog. I have moved to If you enjoyed reading this one, thank you, and please come visit me over at the new one. I think we're going to have a good time over there.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Adventures in Weagle-ing.

Frisbee is not just a toy to Izzy. Frisbee has become more of a way of life. I do not exaggerate. I think the only time Izzy is not thinking about frisbee is...well, Izzy is always thinking of frisbee. First thing in the morning, she runs out of her crate and out the front door, straight to the frisbee. When we're eating a meal, she sits at our feet and hold frisbee in her mouth, her brown puppy dog eyes silently pleading. Throw it, throw it. When we give in and throw frisbee outside, she goes nuts. It's like a different part of her dog brain takes over. Her eyes are glazed with near hysteria, the tip of her pink tongue peeks out through her front teeth, and she jumps. oh the jumping. I swear the dog has springs in her legs. She jumps as high as her little spring loaded legs will allow and reaches to catch frisbee in mid air. It's an obsession. Like any good dog owners, we give in. We allow her crazy little game to become a part of our daily routine. Time for a break from editing? Frisbee with Izzy. John comes home from work? Frisbee with Izzy. Ice cream after dinner? Nah, frisbee with Izzy instead. She's a nut, and we not only allow it, we encourage it. Eh, I suppose it could be worse. For now, we just enjoy our little routine with our nutty little dog.
Only took a few attempts for our self portrait to work. I finally put the frisbee on the camera to get her too look at it. Notice the look of pure love and elation on her face, bottom right. 

Izzy looking up at me from the front porch through the door. Expecting me to play her little game. A happy dog smile. Mad hops for a little girl.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Fried Ice Cream

I have this memory. Maybe it was implanted by aliens. Maybe it was a dream the unicorns put there. But I have this memory of eating fried ice cream that my Uncle Kyle made a long time ago. I've asked Kyle about this, and he doesn't remember ever making this dish. I would love for someone else in my family to validate this memory. Otherwise, I'm going with the unicorn theory.

In this memory, I had never heard of fried ice cream and to my small self, it sounded very strange. I would like to think I've always been somewhat of an adventurous eater and so I sampled this odd dish. Wouldn't you know it. Heaven. Cold creamy ice cream in the middle-warm, buttery, crisp shell on the outside. Since that day, I've thought of fried ice cream as the ultimate special occasion, elusively delicious dessert.

Naturally, 4th of July seemed like the perfect occasion to test out my own fried ice cream creation. After a little bit of convincing John (whom I am so proud of for eating so healthy and felt a little bit bad about pulling him off the wagon) we made a trip to the grocery store to procure the necessary ingredients.

A half gallon of coffee ice cream and a bag of cinnamon toast crunch later-we were on our way to fried ice cream happiness. In case you want to know how to make your own heart stopping fried dessert-here you go.

Start with squared cereal. We used Cinnamon Toast Crunch but you could use Golden Grahams, etc.

Crush cereal into little bits. John's weapon of choice was a potato masher. That is optional as well.

Separate egg whites.

Scoop out balls of ice cream. Freeze them for at least 2 hours before you plan to fry them.

Dip the frozen ice cream ball into the egg whites and make sure it's good and covered.

Roll the egg white coated ice cream ball in the crushed cereal. We did a double dip into the egg white and crushed cereal to make sure we got a thick crust.

Drop ice cream into a pan of hot grease. The grease should be at least 4 inches deep and really hot. We made sure it sparked up when we sprinkled water into it to make sure it was hot enough. Technical, I know.

Did it live up to the memory of the heavenly treat I had stored away in my brain? Not really. Things usually don't. Was it worth the ridiculous amount of calories ingested to have a fun project to work on with John? Absolutely.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Jonathan and Alyssa

I was so honored to be a part of Jonathan and Alyssa's wedding day. I have known Jonathan my entire life. Or rather, his entire life. I was born a few months before him so there was a short while when we did not know each other. We have been through a lot of life together, and I still get a little misty thinking about pre-high school graduation. Like so many others, we all went off to venture through this big wide world alone. Then one day, I heard Jonathan wasn't alone anymore. And I was excited to meet this girl that I knew must be very special. Imagine my delight when I met Alyssa. She's beautiful, sweet, and she loves my friend. I've known Jonathan a long time and I have never seen him this happy. The way they look at each other, the quiet moments they share with each other, the faith they have together-it's powerful and beautiful. I am so happy that they have the rest of their lives together. I know it will be long and blessed.

Thank you, Jonathan and Alyssa, for including me in your special day. I treasure our friendship and look forward to many more years of it.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Bettie Jo and Brian

Meet Bettie Jo and Brian. They are getting married next month in Abilene. I am so proud of these guys. I think I picked maybe the hottest day of the year to do an engagement session. They smiled and posed and loved despite the heat. I am really looking forward to the wedding, it doesn't get any better than laid back people who genuinely care about each other. I know that whatever life throws at them, they'll face it together, smiling. 

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Joe and Miranda

Love is a beautiful thing. It's beauty grows when surrounded by peace and joy. That was the essence of Joe and Miranda's wedding. They were so at peace with each other, so full of joy in each others presence. Their love is sweet. Their wedding was beautiful and I know it was merely the beginning of a beautiful life together. Joe and Miranda, thank you for asking me to be a part of your day. Every minute was wonderful. I am so honored to call you friends.


Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Goat Cookoff. And yes, I fear goats may have been harmed in the making. Sorry.

Life in a small town may just be all it's cracked up to be. Goldthwaite City Park filled with pecan trees and vendors selling goat burgers mixed in with faces of souls that I am growing more and more attached to, it's all becoming routine -and I am loving the rhythm of it. Who knew that in such a short time I would convert from a tied up city girl to a country girl with real cowboy boots (and places to wear said boots). Get this-I actually liked the goat meat. Weird, right? Chowed down on it and wanted more. Maybe it was a Fried Green Tomatoes moment, you know, "secret's in the sauce". Whatever the case may be, I find myself in moments quite often where I simply must stand back, feel the sunshine, and take a breath. Sending up a prayer of thanksgiving for this simple life of blessings. 

Some of the faces in Goldthwaite. I am loving these kids.

Poor fellar. I really did feel bad for the guy.

This is the cooked-off goat. It was totally delish.

My new boots. I'm a real cowgirl now! (or at least a little bit closer than I was)

Betcha can't guess who this handsome cowboy is! 

Michael and Marlena, our cowboy church friends.

Patrick and Emily, our First Baptist friends.

BJ and Jeffri, our Fellowship Baptist friends. And our cheerleader/gymanst/cool dinner time entertainment friends.

Picture time-John gets something in his eye, Izzy is distracted in the background, and we're losing the good light. Oh well.