Monthly Archives: June 2010

ain’t no hitch in my giddyup!

I am drawn to country music. The lure of George Strait in Wranglers wooed me years ago (that and Garth Brooks at the old Cowboys Stadium singing “Standing Outside the Fire” while he is literally standing outside a fire ring, followed by “The Thunder Rolls” during which it ACTUALLY RAINED. My 3rd grade self had never seen anything THAT. COOL.) and well, since then, country music has been my go to crutch.

If you follow my blog at all, you would have noticed that most of the songs I post are country… so it comes as no surprise this morning, when I got a hankering for new music, I was drawn into the iTunes store Top 10 Country list. And though she might not realize, I blame Ellen for my recent purchases… it started as a simple question this morning on gchat…

Ellen: I’ve decided I’m obsessed with the song “lover lover” Heard it?

Before I even responded… I managed to have this entire conversation with myself… let’s be real, I talk to myself all the time:

Why yes, I have heard it! And you know, that is an excellent song. And purchase.

Man, if I bought “Lover, Lover”, I might as well get “Pray For You” since I like it too…

Didn’t realize he was the one that sang that song. But, you know, he’s kind of cute. He has gorgeous eyes… just like that guy from Lady Antebellum. I loved them at the rodeo and need to buy the entire album but “Need You Now” is just so good.

Hillary Scott has such an amazing, beautiful voice! Just like Miranda Lambert… who I’ve loved since Nashville Star — she totally should have won.

“The House That Built Me” makes me want kind of homesick… so does that song by The Band Perry, “If I Die Young”.

“…Lord, make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother, she’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors… I’ve had just enough time… never known the loving of a man but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever… who’d ever thought that forever could be severed by a sharp knife of a short life… well I’ve had just enough time…”

Man, that pulls at my heart strings.

Makes me think of Thomas.

“Rain is a Good Thing” makes me think of him too.

“Rain makes corn… corn makes whiskey… whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky.”

Though I hate whiskey.

And, I need to respond to Ellen’s question.

And probably get back to work.

But where’s the fun in that?

Me: ha yesss, I have heard of it, I also like “I Pray For You”


This past weekend, Mimi and I babysat the kiddos while my sister and BIL had a date night! Since handling 4 kids under the age of 7 is a feat, I was only able to capture pictures during dress-up while we were waiting for Prince M to get home. Yes, I’m serious. The girls insisted on calling him prince since they were princesses.

I was surrounded by royalty! They dress up as Disney characters, get their “purrrse”, and apply blush, blue eye shadow, and lip gloss. Even L gets in on the action…

I love their imaginations and creativity. I love that they wear heels and prance around; that they still find joy in putting on make-up and posing for the camera! My obviously unbiased opinion thinks they are precious. Absolutely adorable.

My sister claims she only gave me one instruction and that was to take pictures during the slumber party. In reality, we fed them, gave them popsicles, pjs, popped popcorn (seriously, my instructions: 2 T of oil, 2/3 cup of kernels, don’t burn your hands, allow all 4 kids to watch about 1 inch away all while giving them tasks because they all want to help, be aware of the steam, when it’s done you have no time to think, use two hot pads, unplug, flip, carry to range, watch children, don’t trip, don’t touch, it’s hot… I mean, really…), got in sleeping bags, and managed to find a movie that all 4 wanted to watch. The photos are in my mind? Does that count?

We had fun! I am glad that I got to go and hang out. I was in need of some quality kisses and hugs!!


House of Blues Houston on July 16th. Dreams do come true.


five things…

…I’ve seriously considered adding to my life:

1. This entire bed ensemble from West Elm:

2. Anticipation Heels from Anthro:

3. Sea Life Embroidered Pillow Cover from Pottery Barn:

4. A Vintage Affair by Isabel Wolff on my Kindle:

5. La Fleur Sweater from LittleHouses’ on Etsy:

remember when

Sadie. Cute, cuddly, and muddy.


In cone form:

Homemade peach ice cream with sliced peaches and drizzled with caramel peach compote. Oh em gee.

one of those days

happy monday

My weekend, in a nutshell.

it’s called art. welcome to culture.

I’m sure he thought it was an innocent question. I’m sure he thought that the answer would be something random, like I was bored in the grocery store, or that I like the color red. But when he had to borrow my cell phone for work and when he saw the background of my phone and commented, “you must really like soup, why so many cans?”, you could hear my respect for him slam the door on the way out of that conference room.

Campbell’s Soup Cans; Andy Warhol (American, 1928-1987)

Because, you see, it took every part of me to not say to him, something along the lines of “keep bragging about your alma mater because, seeing as though it failed teaching you basic iconic works of art, much less an appreciation for the craft, my future children will not be attending that institution.” However, you know me… and in reality I (somehow) managed to remain calm, and proceeded to explain to him the impact Andy Warhol, the pope of pop art, not only made on art but on the counter culture of his time… you know, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Girl with Ball; Roy Lichtenstein (American, 1923-1997)

Now I don’t claim to be an art aficionado, by any means; I’m not an art snob. I had the benefit of going to the MOMA with friendlies, Adi and Ellen, last year and saw these for the first time — yes, it was easily my 10th+ time visiting NYC and I had yet to make it there. Bad, Sarah. — but while there, I obviously fell in love with these paintings that I had only seen in my art history class. But as I am sitting there explaining pop art and abstract expressionism to him, showing him various paintings that we saw while we were there, trying to open his eyes to a world beyond a calculator, I realized all was lost when I showed him this painting:

One: Number 31, 1950; Jackson Pollock (American, 1912-1956)

To only have him respond, “I can paint that for $1”.

My jaw is still on the ground.