I'm late to the local beer party, but better late than never. I sat in our backyard, watched the sunset, sipped my first 805 and smiled, as visions of Paso danced in my head. By the time that bottle was empty, I wanted to use it on everything; steaks, seafood, cheerios, Channing Tatum. "Honey, we… Continue reading 805 Kabobs
What's this? "Its a Becky. Try it, you'll like it," my future husband insists. He tells me what Becky stands for: Bacon, Egg, Cheese, Ketchup, and Yellow Mustard, on a sesame seed bun. "Oh, Okay" I said, pretending like that sounded good, not weird. I reluctantly took a bite, trying to look cute and not… Continue reading California B.E.C.K.Y.
In Texas, sweet tea is important. It's like a religion...along with George Strait and football. You haven't been in a real Texas home if they don't have a batch of dark, sticky, sweet tea in their fridge. Here in California, we do sun tea, or as I've come to realize, sissy tea. Ya know, a… Continue reading Amber Cooper’s Texas Sweet Tea
I'm not a "fashionista" and I never will be. Dagummit. I like sleep. I loath shopping. I would rather snooze an extra hour than have to get up early to look amazing. I'm okay with cute. Dirty old ball caps save me and my greasy hair often. My T-shirts are from Target, my flip flops… Continue reading Smiles over stilettos
Santa, packed shopping malls, extravagant decorations, mega spending, and my enlarging muffin top. Any guesses? It's the biggest month-long, holiday celebration of the year. Afterall, we are celebrating the birth of Jesus! *Cue angel's singing/playing harps* Now on to Easter. A Sunday in April. We have spring break. There are colored eggs, chocolate bunnies, and… Continue reading New Easter Joy
I was sitting in my office a few years ago, when I caught a wiff of the most amazing smell (working at a power plant with a bunch of guys, that didn't happen often). I followed my schnoz into the kitchen, where I found our maintenance man pulling his leftovers out of the microwave. He said… Continue reading Chicken Bombs
I can't remember the first time I made these 'tators because I've made them five billion times. Okay, maybe not that many, but I've made a whole heckuva lot. I'm pretty sure I can make them in my sleep now. If you want to hear a lot of "mmmm! wow!" and "omgee," this is the… Continue reading BEST twice baked potatoes
My greatest fear isn’t dying. It’s dying, before I can delete my internet search history. One thing you'd see in there a bit too often, is Channing Tatem and WebMD. But mainly WebMD. We’ve all done it- type in a few seemingly harmless symptoms, and thirty minutes later you’re at the corner of hemorrhoid and brain tumor, where Doc… Continue reading WebMD is the devil
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