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My Baby Brotha

Did you know I was an only a child?

“Was” being the operative award there.

I was born in January of 1985, and for 4 1/2 glorious years I had my parents all to myself.

And then the brother came along. 😛

No…I kid, I kid. I’ve always loved my little brother…even when he outgrew me and could sit on me to hold me down. My parents just flat wouldn’t let us fight <beyond the typical “he’s touching me / he’s on my side of the car / he’s looking at me” kind of thing>, so we’ve always gotten along really well.

I could probably go on and on, but I wouldn’t want his head to get any bigger than it already is. 😛 Let’s just get on with the brotha pictures…

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Here we were the Easter before he was born. We lived in a school owned duplex with walls so thin you could hear the neighbor (well, in all truth he probably heard more of us than we did of him!), where my parents got wet if it rained overnight (because it could somehow blow in), and where big water roaches terrorized us. BUT, there was a lot of love & I have a lot of really fun memories from that house.

I was excited about the idea of having a new baby brother, but I was NOT happy about being woken up late one night because “it was time!” I think my exact words were “Can’t he just wait until the morning?!”

For quite a while I pretty much thought he was my own little baby doll. I loved to play with him, dress him up, and I even tried to put him “away” in the toybox. We’ve got quite a few pictures of him sleeping in the toybox, all snuggled in with the stuffed animals!

This next picture is one of my two absolute favorite pictures of him. He was an adorable little boy, with sweet little curls…and in this picture I think he looks like a little old man. 😉 Is this not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?!

My parents took us on a lot of family vacations around Texas. This was from one of our trips to Six Flags…and for some reason he does not look very happy. On a fashion alert, I think we were trying to wear every possible color at once. And is that a fanny pack I spy? 😉

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Fast forward a couple of years (or maybe a decade. and a half.) to 2007. I graduated from college and C from high school. I think he was a pretty good lookin’ boy…and there was no doubt that his curls drove girls wild. 🙂 That was a big month for my parents…in addition to our graduations, it was their 25th anniversary!

It’s hard to believe that was almost 5 years ago…he’s practically a grown-up now. A college graduate, a workin’ man, living on his own, and about to get his first ever teaching paycheck. (What day is that coming Dad? The 26th?)

I could not be prouder of his accomplishments or of the man he is becoming. He’s more than my brother…he’s my friend, and he means so much to me. I can’t wait to see where life takes him, and I pray that God would just heap blessings on him. Love you brotha!

KEEP CALM & BE NICE TO YOUR BROTHER!

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Country Girl at <3

You may or may not know this about me, but I’m a country girl at heart. (My Dad is an ag teacher after all!) I haven’t always been the best ag teachers daughter ever…<he wouldn’t even let me be the water-girl for the livestock judging team> but I have a lot of fond memories of growing up around animals. I’ve really been reminded of my roots as stock show season is entering full swing here in TX, so I decided it might be fun for you guys to see a little of my country girl past.

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My first love <agriculturally speaking> was showing pigs. Those first few years I was such a good little ag teachers daughter. I walked those pigs laps and laps around the pen, and since I wasn’t allowed to leave the pen during stock shows, I even napped using a pig as my pillow.

If that’s not country, I don’t know what is. 🙂

If you’ve been to a stock show, you’ve probably seen the hog show. Basically the judge stands in the ring and watches the pigs as they walk around. It’s important to have control of your animal and be able to keep it in front of the judge. Before my first show I had put in a crazy amount of hours walking and training my pig, and dad had no doubt coached me on keeping my eye on the judge and the pig in front of him. So what did I do when I got in the ring? Walked that pig over to the judge, tapped it to make it stop, and stood there smiling at the judge. Can you picture that?! 🙂 I was never able to get a pig to stop on command ever again…but since the judge really likes to see how they walk I guess that’s for the best.

*Also, I may or may not have set a record for the weirdest injury caused by a pig. You’ve heard of carpet burn? Well I had pig burn. <I still have the scar to this day, and if my legs weren’t hairy I would take a picture and show it you.> Basically I was supposed to be blocking off a gate or something, and the pig ran straight for me and right in between my legs. Ouch! That ugly scar turned just about ever color possible. Gross I know…

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This first picture is a real jewel. I can’t even believe that I’m putting it up on the blog for all of internet land to see. <Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not like the masses are reading this post…it’s mostly people who have seen me in plenty of dorky positions.>

Let me set the scene: 3rd (or was it 4th?) grade…and Dad decided we needed to raise and show turkeys. Turkeys have got to be some of the dumbest creatures on the face of the planet. We had to put marbles in their food & float balls of tinfoil in their water so that the light would catch them and the turkeys would remember to eat. I mean seriously?!

I also had to walk the turkeys around our backyard…and if memory serves me correctly we had a whole gaggle of the things.

Showing them was a whole different beast. See for yourself…

Yes. That’s right. You hang them upside down, wings out, and hold on for deal life while they flap and do their darndest to get away. And although I was tall, I was a skinny little thing, so this was no easy feat.

I wonder why we only showed turkeys one year?

<P.S. Can we just take a moment to really savor my style? Duster, matching striped western pant & shirt underneath, frizzy hair, and pink plastic glasses. I was rockin’ it baby!>

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Then, when I was in junior high, we moved to a new town and decided to give goat showing a try. I’d say we were pretty successful, because it wasn’t too long before we won BOTH Champion and Reserve Champion at the county show. In one year. That’s right…it was a sweep! 😉

The cool thing was that the Grand Champion goat was solid black, and the reserve solid white. <Go with me here. That really was kind of cool.> For the sale, we decided it would be cool to dress me in solid black (gotta coordinate with the goat after all!), add green bows to my hair and his collar, and glitzed it up with a little glitter for the two of us.

<You’ll also want to make a special note of the curl in my hair…it took hours, and was a major feat since my hair is completely resistant to curl!>

Pigs may have been my favorite as a beginner, but goats ended up being my forte. I could definitely catch & show a goat in my day…  😉

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This last picture really deserves a post all to itself, and I just may do that one day. My junior year of high school I ran for “Miss Youth Fair”…which basically means “Queen of the stockshow.” It took a crazy amount of hard work & long hours selling memberships all over the county for months…I never could have done it without my Momma by my side! She drove me around day after day, encouraged me, and even tended my wounds when I got bit by a dog. <See, I told you this deserved a post of it’s own!> In the end, I won and wore the title for a year!

I love me some crowns…and this one will always hold a special place in my heart, even if it could only be worn on top of a cowgirl hat. 🙂

This picture was taken a year later (and if you could see the before pic you would be shocked by the different a little eye-brow tweezing can make!) right before I went to crown the new queen. It was such a great experience…and, in my mind at least, I’ll always be the queen! 😉

KEEP CALM & FIND YOUR HILLBILLY BONE

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