Friday, May 29, 2009


The "Big B" is out of town today and tomorrow. Up until a couple of months ago, we had not spent one night apart in our marriage. Prior to being married, we did not live together. We come from very conservative households and that was not an option.

So when we first started living together things were a little...rough.

There is no other way to describe the fact that my husband snores EXTREMELY loud when he sleeps. And he is EVEN LOUDER when I get out of the bed to get ready in the morning.

And during our first month, I had started a new job...and getting little next to no sleep was not fun. Not to mention that his snoring getting louder when I was getting ready has stopped being cute after about the first day the first few weeks. I know. I know. It sounds bad, but I was running on very little sleep and it wasn't like I hadn't tried all of my options.

In fact, I tried everything.

I wore ear plugs. We're talking every kind they had, I bought. I missed my alarm a couple of times.

I went to bed an hour earlier. He woke me up.

Thankfully Eventually, I got used to it and fell asleep anyway.

Finally, about three-fourth's of the way through our first year, I woke up one night to use the restroom and he wasn't snoring. I couldn't believe it. I looked over and HE WAS ON HIS STOMACH!!!

Now, let's pause to reflect on a conversation that Big B and I had about a week before we got married. And I had been informed that before this point.

Me: Do you sleep on your back?
Big B: Nope. I never have. I can't sleep on my stomach. It is uncomfortable.

End conversation.

Okay, it didn't look like he was a dyin' from sleeping on his back. He didn't look uncomfortable from sleeping on his stomach and I definitely wasn't either.

When I got home from work later in the day, I mentioned that he fibbed didn't know what he was talking about on the sleeping on the stomach deal. I was informed that I didn't know what I was talking about.

Naturally I proved him wrong later that night...

So you can imagine that it will be nice tonight when I don't have to tell my husband to roll over.

I love him and miss him, but it's a little nice to have the California King all to myself sometimes too.

Let's just keep this between you and me mmmmk? Thanks.

Happy Friday.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

A little inspiration if you will...

Typically my best ideas, thoughts or conclusions come to me in the shower. I don't spend a lot of time in the shower usually. In fact, I only spend about 10-12 minutes. But it never fails that what I think about the situation in the shower is usually what I make heads or tails of a situation in the end.

What does that say about my ideas?

Does it mean that I don't put a lot of thought into them?

Or does it mean that my best ideas are based on gut instinct?

I'd also like to point out how this philosophy contradicts my usual approach to life. If you don't know by now, I am a planner. When I started high school, I had a plan for how I was going to get into college. I also had a plan for what my major would be. Today not many kids know that. And when I got into college I had a plan for how I was going to get into law school. An engagement ring, a pretty boy and a wedding the week after I graduated college later, my plans changed...a little. I still plan on going to law school, but with a big lovable husband in tow.

But back to the shower...I woke up this morning not really looking forward to the day and I was TIIIIIIIIIIRED. It was one of those nights where you wake up every hour or so thinking you've slept an eternity and found out you still had three hours to go. Don't get me wrong I was glad to see those hours, but when I woke up super duper tired this morning because I hadn't rested, I was less than ecstatic about that waking up business.

I know I don't mention politics a lot on here, but I am what you might call a very politically convicted person. I truly believe in the call to service that John Kennedy asked for back in the 60s and he is a huge source of inspiration for me when it comes to my hopes and aspirations in life (minus that whole have a fling with every good looking thing that walks part). Well this week, I have been wrestling with the issues of gay marriage, SCJ nominee Sonia Soutermeyer and the North Korean issue. I should mention now probably that I am a moderate Democrat.

I did vote for change in a state that went completely red.

Not one county went blue this last presidential election.

And while some of you might think you know what I think/feel about the aforementioned issues, you'd be more than surprised to know what my real thoughts are. I won't share what I think at any point what they are because this is the internet and I plan on running for office one day myself, but I will say that if I did I wouldn't have anything to share at this point because I am still chewin' pretty hard on how I view the issue. The problem that gets me into trouble on being a moderate is that I see both sides of the aisle every time. As it says, in my "About Me" section, "I love Jesus, politics and rock-n-roll" and so it makes it extremely hard to see things black and white.

IN ANY CASE, I got in the shower this morning counting on making heads or tails of at least one issue and to maybe get a blog idea or two. And to maybe send up my 10,789th silent freak-out prayer to God about law school...just maybe. I also prayed that God would help me to wake up so I wouldn't be so drowsy while I was getting ready and also while I was driving to work.

Well I got nothin' on the political issues. And I got nothin' on the blog ideas.

BUT I felt much better after I got out of the shower & felt totally awake on the way to work.

And I realized that God had taken care of me.

And if he can take care of me, then he can take care of everything else too. I mean HELLO! I just wrote a post basically about nothing, and I'm bettin' you were more than likely entertained. Ha!

So I figure that God can handle world peace another day.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Wednesday is "Tithing" Day

Mmmmk...let's get to it.

Tithe: Sometimes, tithes.
the tenth part of agricultural produce or personal income set apart as an offering to God or for works of mercy, or the same amount regarded as an obligation or tax for the support of the church, priesthood, or the like.

We're in the middle of video series at church right now and it is about tithing. I will be completely honest and say that this is something we struggle with as a couple. Money from day one has been tight. I realize that one of these days, Brandon will have a "big boy" job and I will either be on my way to becoming an attorney or a teacher. And in your head, it always seem like it will be easier to do it down the road. But we need to start now. Don't get me wrong, we tithe, but not as regularly as I'd like us to and not the amount we should either. Anyway, that's all for now.

Happy Wednesday!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sunday Night Sass...

Tonight on our way home from dinner, my dad told us that he broke the sewer cap out on my Grannie's property. The twins wanted to know what a sewer cap was.

Brandon said, "If there is a problem with the plumbing not draining properly, then the sewer cap is lifted and it is where the plumber can put a snake down the drain to fix the stopped up pipe."

"Yeah," I said, "and they also check for plumber's crack too!"

Okay I know it wasn't funny. But five minutes later I was still giggling about it.

My family basically gave me the eye roll, "Samantha that's so stupid" number. My littlest sister, Loren said, "Sam that doesn't even make sense."

I know. It just seemed funny.

But she was serious. We then spent the next five minutes explaining to her that the pipe and the plumber's crack had nothing to do with each other. I was only trying to be funny.

My brother, exasperated said, "Loren you're such a blonde!"

She started crying. It's this thing all tweeny boppers do apparently.

"Why does everyone make fun of me for being blonde? It gets so old!" she said...mind you she thinks her world is ending at this point. Supposedly she acts like I do, but I'm not sure about this.

Trying to console her, I said, "Loren people used to make fun of me all the time for being a dumb blonde. It's nothing to cry about, I promise. There is nothing wrong with being blonde."

And my brother without missing a beat said, "Yeah, she likes it so much, she still gets it hi-lited regularly!"

I almost fell into the floor. Thanks brother.


Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down- Johnny Cash

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Okay I'm not anywhere close to being as sad as this song, but for some reason when I thought about writing a Sunday morning post, I thought about this song.

In any case, it has long been held that my family waits on me to go to church/anywhere. While this may be the case in many times before, today I beg to differ.

I woke up 10 minutes earlier than I should have to, brushed my teeth and went to the restroom. There was no good morning, my mom just shot straight to the heart of the matter. My mom asked me if we were going to Sunday school and I told her yes. She said, "well you better get started."

Thanks for the vote of confidence mom.

I turn on my straightening iron and go into my bedroom to find my Sunday outfit. My husband says, "sweetheart, you better start getting ready."

Oh really, well I guess I thought I was going to church in my pjs.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd then he hops out of bed goes into our bathroom, shuts the door and starts a steaming hot shower!!

And people wonder why I get behind on getting ready?

So I get dressed, wait for him to get out of the shower. Turn the fan on so it will suck out the humidity in the bathroom and get to work on my hair. I get my hair done and make-up too when my mom walks by and gives me the all-too-knowing look of you're just now done? Mind you it is almost 7 minutes before we leave.

I can't get a break for trying.

Happy Sunday.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Random Thoughtful Thursday

Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer
She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer

I know lots of people write a thoughtful Thursday post, but today was the end of the week for me. So my brain is fried. I always jot down a few things as I go through the day on a sticky. Sometimes these things make sense. But some times they don't. So this post is random thoughts because I'm going to do my best to interpret what I wrote down. Of course they were great ideas at the time, but in the evening...the great idea is just jumbled up words. Lorelei did this when she and Rory weren't talking on Gilmore Girls. You get the idea...

  • Shawn Johnson- She won Dancing with the Stars and my youngest sister and I have watched all season. We were screaming when they announced her name. She definitely deserved the win!!
  • Livin on a Prayer with Bubba- Yesterday, my brother and I were in the car together on the way home. Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer came onto my iPod and we opened the sun roof, rolled down the windows and rocked out. It was fabulous and yes there were air guitars going. I're not surprised.
  • Summer shows sad, but free. Real Housewives and Bachelorette- All of the shows that I watch during the year (Gossip Girl, Brothers and Sisters, Castle, Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice) are now on their summer hiatus. I am sad, but very glad because now we have the summer to just have fun and go out whenever we want. BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, there is still Real Housewives of New Jersey and I am so pumped. I loved RH New York. Jill Zarin is totally my favorite. And I can't wait to see what the Manzo sisters will bring to the story. And I kinda think that the New Jersey wives are a lot like Southern wives in that we don't leave the house without looking our finest for the most part. I, of course don't have my hair fixed 2-4 times a week, but I have always said that if I made it big no matter what I was doing that one of the first things I'd pay for is a hair stylist. By the way I have a great one!
  • White cheddar popcorn salt- Ha...this is one of those deals where I am at a complete loss as to what I was going to say. But I will say that you should buy some of it to put on your popcorn. You won't be sorry. I promise.

Mmmk...that was all that was on the sticky note, so I guess this is the end of the blog post. I have a five day weekend ahead of me so hopefully I'll have a couple of double posting days for you.

Oh and could you please pray for my cousin who is 16. I can't say a whole lot, but he needs your prayers greatly.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Wednesday is "Driving Tips" Day

I am on the road a lot for my job. I drive 45 minutes both ways, five days a week. I promise you that my frustrations road rage are not as ridiculous as they may seem. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Here are the words for the week...

Drive: to cause and guide the movement of (a vehicle, an animal, etc.): to drive a car; to drive a mule.

Tip: a useful hint or idea; a basic, practical fact: tips on driving.

Here is the lesson or oberservations that I made this morning. Yes, I made all of these in one morning.

  1. Yield means that oncoming traffic has the right of way. You do not.
  2. Pulling out in front of people because you're old and cannot see does not give you the right to flip me off for honking at you.
  3. When you turn from a stop light, stay in your lane.
  4. The left lane is a passing lane. If you're not passing someone, you should be in the right lane so others can pass you. And by others I mean me.
  5. Driving behind people that are driving side by side seriously chaps me.
  6. When you see an ambulance, that means you get out of the way and stop.
  7. Do not try to pass the ambulance. I promise their emergency is a lot more critical than yours is.
  8. Speeding up to pass me and then slowing down when in front of me is not courteous driving.

Okay, so maybe they might be a little more opinion than tip.

Happy Wednesday!!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Okay...after this I'm done.

this is the last time I swear....

"...I know this waiting period is not ideal. But God's promises for you and Brandon have not been forgotten. I know that wonderful, life-changing, really awesome things are in store for you. I pray that waiting gets easier and that things like Sonic Happy Hour, fresh strawberries with sugar, and little league baseball games bring joy and smiles to you this week..."

I hate to continue beating a dead dog, but I just can't get it out of my mind. So I figure that writing about it has to be somewhat helpful. I am more than sure by now you're sick of hearing this Johnny One-Note routine because I am sick of talking about it.

I realize that whatever happens is God's plan and not only is it his plan, but it is His plan "A." It always has been even if it feels like Plan B to me. This is something that I have realized thanks in part to MckMama's blog. And I have been learning in this time of waiting...but honestly it stinks.

Please don't misunderstand me.

I love my job. The people there are great. I have learned so much this past year from the women that I call my colleagues. They are all excellent examples in diverse ways of what a woman should look like in the 21st Century. I also have male colleagues and they too are good examples in again diverse ways of what kind of attorney, I'd like to be...female attorney included. She is absolutely awesome.

But that is just it. I haven't been given my shot to live my dream. Quite honestly, I can't imagine living as anything else. I do not want to settle. I don't feel like I should have to settle. And I am really tired of the waiting place that Dr. Seuss talks about in his book, "Oh the Places You'll Go!"

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

I am ready to escape. I am ready to live my dream and find my bright places. I have friends who are living their dreams right now. And to be honest, I'm a little jealous. They are doing what they said they were going to do and loving it.

When is it going to be my turn?

I know my time will come, but this is about all I can handle. I promise I am not one of those kids who when the game wasn't going their way or they were getting tagged too much, quit.

I am not a quitter...and I definitely am not one of those cry babies that we all know are out there. You know who they are.

I want my shot.

And this really is the last time I talk about law school. I won't post again until I know something.

I promise.

Monday, May 18, 2009

a little bit of a scare...

Please Mr. Postman by the Marvelettes
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

I am going might be going crazy waiting for the mail to arrive.

I know what you're thinking, "Seriously?! No one cares!" "this again?"

But hear me out.

When I get ready for the day and if my husband is others are awake then I listen to music. On Sunday it was the Oldies station. For those that know me, you're not surprised. I get out of the shower. I hadn't thought about law school in over a day, and then the above mentioned song was on the radio.

I felt my eyes water.

I still hadn't heard from Tulsa and it wasn't a possibility to hear that day because the mail doesn't run on Sundays.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd did I mention the fact that I hadn't started my period.


I switched birth control to help combat an acne and rosacea issue I have. My gyno told me to be careful.

Famous. Last. Words.

I honestly cannot imagine myself being anything but an attorney. But becoming an attorney while becoming a new mommy....yeah about that.

I thought I would be wigged through the entire service, but because of God's grace, I was calm. And I could hear Him speaking for the first time in a long time from the sermon.

I prayed for more peace and that God's will be done.

I didn't hear from the law school yet. But I got my period.

God is so good.

Cause Lord knows we're definitely not ready for that step...not yet anyway. ;)

P.S. I'm still working on that peace deal. Because believe me, I was less than enthused when I found out nothing was in the mail today. Supposedly patience is some kind of virtue...I don't know.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

the post you've been waiting on...

No this isn't about law school.

I mentioned a little over a week ago that Brandon and I moved from our house into my parent's house. It is not something that I am crazy about, but if it is in God's will that I start law school this year, we'd have to pay lots of deposits for school and for housing. We didn't feel like we could pay for those deposits on our current budget.

Things are very tight and by the way I hate talking about money.

We had been praying about this for some time and finally decided to just do it as an act of faith, that wherever God would have us next year, we'd be ready to move and hopefully with the extra money to do it. Being good stewards of our money is something that has really been on our hearts this year. Not that it shouldn't be always, but sometimes is very hard to do when we live in a society of must have it now.

This is the short, sweet and only version of the story that you'll hear. Because as I mentioned I hate discussing money.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

Summer Vacay Plans

"All I Owe Ioway"
I can hear 'em callin' hogs in the clear Ioway air, I can sniff the fragrant whiff of an Ioway rose!
You've got Ioway in your heart!
I've got Ioway in my hair!
I've got Ioway in my ears and eyes and nose!
Oh, I know all I owe I owe Ioway,
I owe Ioway all I owe and I know why.
I am Ioway born and bred,
And on Ioway corn I'm fed,
Not to mention her barley, wheat, and rye!
Marty and Chorus:
I owe Ioway for her ham and her beef and her lamb,
And her strawberry jam, and her pie!
Marty: I owe Ioway more than I can ever pay,
So I think I'll move to Californi-a!

So in the spirit of everyone telling where they are going for the summer, I thought I'd add my two cents into the picture.

We're going somewhere tropical. HA! I wish.

As if you couldn't tell by the above mentioned lyrics, we're going to Iowa!!!

When my mom's maternal family came to the U.S. they settled in Iowa. (Her paternal family settled in Iowa as well, but we're talking about her momma's family okay?) My mom was born there and her aunts and uncles still live there. Her family are pig (they used to be any way), corn and bean farmers.

We do not get to see them all that often, but on occasion we make a trip in the summer time. We usually go in July like we are this year, because my uncles will be finished with planting season and it is just a "maintain the fields" part of the season.

It obviously is not the Bahamas, but very fun nonetheless. This is my husband's first time and it is like taking him to the "home country." I am very Southern because I was raised in the South, but on occasion I will do things that Brandon thinks are funny. It usually is a habit that I have from my mom...and it is something she learned from her family.

It is going to be a good time for all. I will be sure to post pictures on my blog when we go. And I hope to be blogging while we're up there as well. Because I know you won't believe me when I tell you that they pre-make sandwiches unless I have the picture to go along with it. Plus all those rows of corn are beautiful to see.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Wednesday is "Anniversary" Day

Okay, so I admit it, I missed my one year anniversary of my educational Wednesday posts. But I didn't do it on purpose. I had every intention of mentioning it last Thursday but then Grey's Anatomy happened and well you know how that goes. But let's get to it.

According to the urban dictionary, an anniversary is...

A day in which two people celebrate being together as a couple. Usually the male buys flowers, chocolate or jewelery and the female is much obliged to receive them. It is one of the two days a year a man is expected to be romantic (well, everyday they are expected to be romantic but let's not count our chickens before they hatch). An anniversary is a day very similar to Valentines Day. It is a day for males to make up for everything that has gone wrong in the past 12 months with a ton of ass kissing, literally or physically, either way! An anniversary is a day when a man will go out of his way and secretly make romantic plans and do anything he can to make sure his significant other feels loved. Also on an anniversary, sex is a must...we're talking the passionate and lengthy, love making type of sex. As a female knows to be romantic everyday of the year, on an anniversary is the perfect day for a man to go all out and makeup for everyday he was not romantic, all 363 days. That is a little over the top. And my blog certainly isn't my husband. But you get the idea. But I'm not sure how I should show my love to my blog....thoughts anyone?

P.S. I'm pretty sure my little sister who is 12 today told me that she thought Pink was sooopp cool. I thought, if you only knew little girl. Well her song, "Don't Let Me Get Me" comes on the radio and I turn it up to blast away because it was a song from my high school years.
She says, "This song is cool. Who sings it?"
"Pink, LB. "
"No way. Who knew she was cool so long ago?"

Gee thanks.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

it might be a Quarter Life Crisis...

When I was in college, I could totally go without having a lot of sleep on a regular basis. That doesn't happen so much anymore. I don't know if it is because I am married or if I have a regular job that requires I get up with the sun. It is probably both. Nonetheless, I have to make sure I get caught up on my sleep within a couple of days. If I don't I usually wind up with a tension headache. I also get them when I am under some tension..haha hence the name. I got one of the worst ones I have had in a long time today.

Since Friday, I have not received anything in the mail. And every day since then my family asks the all too immenient question of the day, "Did you get anything in the mail?"

I lay awake at night thinking about the mail person that brings our mail. Do they know how important their job is? They change lives. Some day in the near or distant future they will change mine again.

I will be accepted to Tulsa Law...or I won't.

And while it is so simple what can happen, it isn't.

Ugh. I am so sick of talking about this. But seriously it is all I can think about...and I am starting to get a little bored with it. I just want the situation to be over.

Oh and I have decided I am going to be a little more open on my blog. I still won't be talking about work because it is my personal preference. But I will be a little more candid about things that happen to me. I want you to get all of me.

Hopefully you don't count me among the people that remind you of Ramona Singer. If you do that is horrible.

I'd wanna be a Jill Zarin or a LuAnn DeLesseps. Hands down.

Geez...I sure will be glad when I know something. I feel like I am standing still and everyone else is moving forward with their lives.

I don't know what I am going to do with myself because it is all contingent upon a letter. And in the same breath I get very frustrated for not enjoying the now. Brandon and I are at the beginning of our marriage and we are going through things that we'll never experience again and I don't want to miss out on it either.

Lord, I sure hope you answer this prayer for me one way or the other...AND SOON!

Monday, May 11, 2009

the Monday mumbles

I do not know what it is about Mondays, but I drag major hiney every time they roll around it seems. So today will be a little random.

  • The mail didn't bring me anything from Tulsa today. I will be honest, I breathed a sigh of relief. Friday was hard enough. I need a few days to recover.
  • Twitter is my biggest obsession these days.
  • I really would like some Lilly Pulitzer perfume...the blue bottle. (Here's hoping Brandon sees this blog post!)
  • My dad asked me if I had heard about the Jon and Kate plus 8 story listed in UsWeekly. I was so proud. I'm wearin' down the men in my life to pay attention to celeb culture one dude at a time.
  • The intern asked me today if I knew that a Supreme Court Justice had retired.....
    ........... ............. ............................................... seriously?!?!
    He'll learn soon enough...maybe.
  • It has rain consistently for the past two weeks. I think I could puke rain at this point.
  • A lot of my married friends are vacationing soon. I'd love to be on a beach somewhere asleep.
  • I am about to doze off as I am writing....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Saturday, May 9, 2009

There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

I didn't get into OU Law.

I found out yesterday. This was my first letter of rejection in my academic career. I didn't honestly expect to get into OU Law. But it still sucks nonetheless. I, of course, cried. I really would prefer to not receive another thin envelope from Tulsa. In fact it is all I can think about. I am halfway afraid to check it now.

Maybe next time I'll get a thick envelope.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wednesday is "Strawberries and Sugar" Day

I'm back from my bloggy break. I read a few blogs and commented here and there while taking my break. It was good. There are lots of things to discuss and I was torn over what I should say tonight in my return.

I even jotted down a few ideas...
Kristen Chenowith's new autobio "A Little Bit Wicked"...

going to see Hannah Montana the Movie this weekend with my sister...

being inspired by Miley's song "The Climb" ...there will be no judging from any of you because I know some people who happen to have a thing for Zac Efron and the Jonas Brothers.

thinking about naming a little boy Jackson Taylor because I love Miley Stewart's brother Jackson from the show... And just for the record, I am NOT pregnant.

moving in with the 'rents ...Yes this is a real deal, but like the WWofW said, "All in good time dearie, all in good time."

law school silence ...I feel like I've talked this to death and the answer is still NO I don't know anything. BUT the good news is that there is nothing more that I can do, but pray and wait. They are reviewing my applications.

the rain ...but that subject ticks me off so it's definite NO.
Nope, all of these ideas seemed a little lame or maybe just a little too raw to discuss at this point. So tonight y'all will be educated on a most important issue in the summer time.

Strawberries. Strawberries and sugar that is. In the summertime there are two things that are staples at our mealtimes. Grilled foods and strawberries and sugar.

Strawberries and sugar are simply that: strawberries and sugar. It is not complicated. You cut up strawberries and add sugar as needed to your desire.

The part that I love so much about this recipe is that it is simple. It is what it is. That is how I feel about summer. And some of my best memories from my childhood come from this sweet dessert. I can remember being at my aunt's house in the pool all day. After the day was over and we were thoroughly sunburned and had finished a juicy hamburger, there was always dessert.

And it was always strawberries and sugar.

No questions asked.

It was what it was.

Life isn't all that simple now that we are big kids and moving in our separate directions. But every time we eat this dessert like on a night like tonight, I think about the five of us...Amanda, Sarah, Samantha, Brett and Jessica...and smile.

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Hi y'all! The name's Samantha. You can call me Sam if you like. I am a lover to a boy I met at Falls Creek in the summer of 2005, that is a student of Jesus, a Sooner born and Sooner bred and when I die I'll be Sooner dead, Democrat by party, blonde to the core, and oldies but goodies kind of girl.
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