Happy New Year Ya'll!

Its been a week and I have decided I have a problem. I am *sigh* No longer funny.

The agony. The torcher. The horrible thing that took my funny away. What is this horrible thing? The dreadful (Drum roll) lack of sleep. I think. Maybe Christmas Break is just to much to handle. So until I become funny again, which hopefully is next week when I start going to bed at 9 again, I will update you on my life....with out pictures. I apologize.

My life:
Is lacking sleep. Have I mentioned that? bad thngz strt too hapen wen yu lak slepe. Yu cant consentrait, macking it hrd too do thngz....like be funnie, or consentrait, or rede, or spel, or focas on yur hand in frunt of yur fase....Just Kidding! I'm perfectly normal, whatcha talking about?!

Hmmm...Well My attempt to be funny when I have already decided I'm not funny flopped.

Maybe I'll just forgot about blogging until next week when all the sugar wears of and I regain some sense.

Happy New Year Ya'll!


Missy (:

No title.

This is terrible, horrible in fact!

Agonizing.

Terrifying.

Dreadful, and every other word you can think of.

What is this terrible thing??

I, Missy Joy Allen, Can not think of anything to blog about!

Ahhhh its horrible, I know it.

I don't know what I will do!

Go cry for the rest of my life I suppose.

Be lonely, for I am no longer funny.

Be sad, for I am no longer a blogger.

Be mad, for I no longer am interesting.

Be...everything else you can think of. For ever other reason you can think of.

So I guess I shall now go...

I shall talk to you when I become funny again.

Which hopefully will be sooner than later.

Goodbye, but not forever!

Well I hope not forever...that would be truthfully terrible!


Missy (:

Christmas Time

Ahhh.

Ohhh.

Ohhhh dear.

I don't think I will be able to handle it!

All. of. my. famalia. in. one. house.

Ahhhh.

Ohhh.

Ohhh dear.

I love my familia, don't get me wrong. In fact, I love my famalia more'n food! And ladies and gents, that's alot.

But ALL of my famalia....under one roof...

Ahhhh.

It shall be fun, right? Yes, yes it shall.

Normally its not a problem because all the children go outside and play...

But alas, not so much.

In case ya'll didn't know, there is snow outside. Thought I'd better clarify that.

And so...ALL of my famalia under one roof. Literally.

Quite fun, huh?

Ah the time we will have...making mem-was.

I'm not sure if that's a word or if I just made it up...

Mem-was...mem-was. Hmm. I kinda like it.

Making mem-was...while I stuff my face.

No, Im not a glutton. Why do you ask?

It'll be fun, right? The more the merrier!

Of course it'll be fun.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Pray for me...


Missy (:

On A Day Like Yesterday...

On A Day Like Yesterday...

On a day like yesterday, a day when its blowing snow and freezing out, there is only 6 things to do.

Number 1. Sleep in.

I apologize, I do not have a picture of sleeping in.

Number 2. Put your hair in a clip.

Why? Well, because its fun, that's why.

Number 3. Eat Chili.

Lots of chilli. Every last bite of chilli. Mouth watering, sent from heaven chilli.

Number 4. Lay on the couch and watch Chisum.

Its tradition. And the best John Wayne movie....Ever.

Number 5. Drink coffee.

Ahh wonderful, black coffee.

Number 6. Eat more wonderful chilli.

Wait. Hold it right there. Why in the world do they call chilli, chilli? Its not chilli, its warmly. Or wonderfully. Or goodly. Or sweetly. Or bestly food ever. But not chilli. I shall officially rename it. Chilli will no longer be called chilli, from this day on, it shall be called....(drum roll please)...(Theme Music)...(more drum roll)...WARM AND GOODLY!

Ahem.

I'm sorry I didn't have this list out sooner. You were probably wondering what to do on your snow day. I hope this list will help you on snow days to come. And remember, the key to a good snow day is, waking up, drinking coffee, and eatly lots of chilli. I mean, warm and goodly. Man this is going to be tough.

Missy (:

What is the World Coming To?!

What is the World Coming To?!

I used to have this fear of wanting to get stuff done more then sitting and watching tv. I mean, that's probably a good fear right? But still, not being able to relax without thinking of all the things that need to be done does not appeal to me.

But alas...

My mother left for the weekend, and would you know it, to the horror of me, I...unloaded the dish washer as soon as I came in the house.

Oh the agony!

The torcher!

I have also found that staying up late on my first day of Christmas break doesn't sound quite as fun, knowing that I have things to do tomorrow.

What is this world coming too?!

Horrible I know.

Tell me about it.

No I take it back. Don't tell me about it. I already know all about it.

I used to think that when I got married, I would have these house rules:

No working while watching tv.

No cleaning house, folding laundry, or ironing on Sundays.

Saturday mornings are meant for sleeping in. Cleaning can wait until afternoon.

So on and so forth.

And would you know it, tomorrow is Saturday, and I need to clean?

Have I mentioned how much I am agonizing over this?

The sad, sad thing is...I...

I don't know if I dare tell you.

You might hate me forever.

I...want to get these things done. Although, I don't think I can break the Sunday rule. Even if its not a rule yet. That is ONE thing I can't do. Not in a million years.

So right now I best get some sleep, so I can wake up and clean before noon. Enjoy being young. Haha I always wanted to say that. Even if I had nothing to do with the former topic.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

That could be it.

That is why I have a desire to clean on Saturdays!

Ahha! I always knew something was wrong with me.

Missy (:

My Horrible Nightmare.

I am having nightmares.

Horrible nightmares.

Inconceivable nightmares!

Nightmares that are...scaring me.

What are these horrible, terrible, freaky, inconceivable nightmares about?

I shan't say. It would scare you beyond what you can handle.

What do these nightmares involve? That I shan't say either.

Ok I shall.

They involve...Brace yourself...Missing my steers at the US finals.

Oh the agony!

I apologize if I have scared you for life.

Its horrible, I know.

Imagine having to go through this.

Imagine having the fear of never being able to rope correctly again.

Isn't it terrible?!

And the US finals of all places.

Whats that all about?

I mean come on!

This dream is not longer terrible, it is retarded!

I'm about to get upset over this.

What does this dream think its doing?

Its trying to traumatize me.

Well I, Missy Joy Allen, will not stand for it.

Not one moment!

You had best start prayin' for this dream, cause its going down!!!!!!

Excuse me. Sometimes I get carried away.


Missy (:

Somethin' Debatable.

I am not ok. Well I'm am ok, but its debatable.

Why am I not ok? I mean why I ok but not ok at the same time?

Well ya see...
Lemme' tell ya'll the whole story.

At the beginning of the school year my father started a Bible Study for the OJC (Aka, the juice...or Otero Jr. College.) rodeo team. And then added one soccer player. Dad-gum soccer players. Carrying on. I became oddly attached to these people. Don't ask me why. Why don't ask me why? Well, because I don't know why. Thats why. Occasionally, they would come rope at our house, and occasionally, I would out rope them. Ok one of them. But I was pretty impressed with myself. Ask me why. Why ask me why? Well, because I out roped Dalton Ward. Thats why. And occasionally they would come help my dad move bulls...in the blowing wind...and Imma talking some wind!...so I wouldn't have to. And occasionally we would get the giggles...Ok make that me and Jen...and then everybody else would just stare. And occasionally they would call me short...well mainly the soccer player. And occasionally we would have a snow fight...and on that note I still have battle scars from the bush. And occasionally we would be play ultimate ninja! And occasionally, Travis would win. Make that more like normally.

So why am I not ok? Well ya see...Finals were this week...and so everybody is-a leaving! And so I am NOT ok with that. I about had a mid life crisis tonight when everybody was giving one last hug, and one last good bye, and one last have a merry Christmas...I don't know If I'll ever be ok!

What will I do in the Spring when everybody leaves for the Summer?!

I just might not be ok. Like not ok ok. Like in depression.

Pray for me.


Missy (:

Three out of two things.

Two things. One, its to dang cold. I mean come on! 9:30 at night, and its -15 degrees out?! (A picture to prove to you I absolutely was not exaggerating...) What were my parents thinking, not buying a winter home in AZ? (Hint hint). We had just gone to Safeway, and within 3 hours of being in the back of the pickup, my Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice had frozen. It 'twas very much unfortunate. Second-at-ly, I have found out my niece Jayla eats almost as much as I. (Almost is a key word). Between the both of us, we ate a nearly a whole pizza. (A picture to prove to you I was not exaggerating...) It 'twas 2:30 in the afternoon, and it wasn't even one of the two days where you can eat as much as you want. I'm starting to think this love with food is getting a little carried away. (Starting is also a key word. I'm far from giving up my first love). We ate chili for lunch, and then had a potluck super supper...Gee Whiz Melissa.
Third-ly, out of two things, I have just revealed my true name. Shocker, I know it. I shall now go ponder and wonder if I should take it back and save you of heart fail-er-er.

Missy (:

Jayla Em (:

Look at her. So...lovely.

And now look at her. So so lovely!

I can't believe it. My bestest friend, my little weirdo, my sugercup niece is growing up! One day, she has a little bandanna on, and the next she is telling me that that's not in style!

Ok. She hasn't told me bandannas aren't in style, well, because I don't wear bandannas...but she has saved me several times from a fashion disaster.

I about had a mid life crisis tonight when I realized she is out beautiful-ize-ing me.

I shall now go cry.

Missy (:

This is...My favorite time....of theeeee yearrrrr!

This is my favorite time of the year! (To the tune of....of...something. Just to the tune. Which means it is to be sang. Sung. Just sing it.)

Outa 365 days a year, 189 are my favorite. I've said this before, I know, but just go with it.

Carrying on. The next 38 days are included in the 189 favorite days. Why? No reason.

Just that the NFR is on. And its time to put up Christmas decorations. And its time to make Christmas cookies. And its time to go sledding. And its time to bundle up by a fire. And its time to have a break from school...

No reason really...

I just happen to love all the things listed above.

And its time for Christmas music. And its time for family. And its time for presents. Getting and giving that is. AND...(Theme music please) (And a drum roll) Its time for.....FOOD. Outa of 365 days in a year, there is only 2 where you can eat as much as you want. I know, we've talked about this. But I wasted Thanksgiving, so Christmas here we come!

I can't wait.

But as of now, I am going to go do two of those things. Watch the NFR and bundle up by a fire. And eat. Make that three.

Merrrrry Christmas!

Missy (:

7 things

7 Things I learned today on our Pueblo shopping trip.

1. Parking across two parking spaces is not legal.
2. Parking in the street is not safe.
3. Shutting off your vehicle before going inside is a wise idea.
4. Don't go to Bath and Body Works if you don't have spending money.
5. Inhaling ice is not good for your body.
6. Don't go to the orthodontist if you're in a hurry.
7. Don't go to the orthodontist if you're grouchy about being late.

No, no this is not because of experience.

Especially the driving and parking spot.

I WAS NOT driving.

.....

Ok maybe part of it was because of experience.

But still, I wasn't driving.

....

Fine! Yes, it was because of experience! And yes, I was driving! I take it all back!
I did succeed in parking twice...Out of three times. Not bad. One time it was in the street, but hey, I got it parked. It counts, right?

I hope so.

I am going to need some help before I have to take a parking test. Maybe I'll get some ol' guy who can't see. Maybe. Hopefully. Other wise, I'm doomed. Maybe the ol' guy won't even make me park. Maybe. Hopefully. Other wise, I'm doomed. Maybe it will count as 'Parked" if I take it out of drive, and put it in park. Maybe. Hopefully. Other wise, I'm...Oh I've all ready said that? Twice? Oh, alright. Well let me say it once more. Just to show ya'll how serious it is. Im doomed! Does anybody know anybody who gives parkin' lessons? Horizontal or vertical? I might need all three.

8. Shoppin' wears ya out.

Good nighty, sleep tighty!


Missy (:

My Life Will Never Be The Same!

My Life Will Never Be The Same.

Ever. My sister, the one you see below, has asked me to do something horrible. This is the sister who I have been close to forever! Even if she did have issues as a baby....

And as a teen age-r...

And throughout her young life...



The same sister I have been best friends with, sense childhood...

The sister who when she got married I cried my eyes out...

This sister, this very same sister...

Has asked me....

to leave the room.

Leave the room! Are ya kiddin' me?!

Why of all the nerve!

And to think I trusted her, all my 15 years!

And she asked me to leave to room???

I shall never be the same.

Missy (:

Paybacks Em :)

This Family

This family.

This family I love.

This family I adore.

This family is my sisters family.

But can they still be mine?

This family has three boys, as you can see.

Waitley, Trave, and Stockton,

And I love them very much.

This poem does not rhyme,

as you can read,

But I shall keep writing...just because.

Waitley is smart and dashing,

Can read like nobodys bees wax.

Red hair and white teeth,

Is what Waitley looks like.

Traven is a bulldog,

Well not literately,

But it is a self appointed nick name.

He is strong and bold,

And has a lovely lisp,

He would pronounce it 'whisp'.

(That rhymed)

Stockton is the age of one,

and is very ing-cunn.

Backwards that would spell cunning,

(But ing-cunn rhymed.)

He is fearless and a goer,

One day he will be a great...mower.

Their parents I love,

They are sent from above.

This only sometimes rhyming poem,

Was in honor of a family,

A family I love,

(Just in case I had forgot to mention that)

This family is the Sharon family.

Missy (:

Babysitter may I be?

Babysitter may I be?

Five children and Missy. Is it safe? Is it ethical? Ok, so i don't know what that word means. I know, my momma always said don't say words you don't mean but i don't think its bad. Is it?

I shall never do it again.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Well not truly.

Truly I don't want to die.

Carrying on.

Five children under the age of six. Did I succeed? That I did! Pizza, movies, and bedtime. What more could a kid want? Or a parent for that matter. From now on, you may have the privilege of referring to me as 'Superbabystitter!' Pretty classy, eh? I thought so.

As of now, my hair is pulled out of its ponytail, the house is a wreck, and I need a siesta, so I best go. But will i succeed, that I will, because I am Superbabysitter.

(You may want my autograph.)

SUPERBABYSTITTER! (:

Black Friday Battle Wounds!

Black Friday Battle Wounds!

I have to say, black Friday is the biggest rush in November. Maybe Even October. And September. And August, July, June, May, April, February, and January. Not March or December. Another story for another blog. Carrying on.

Black Friday is insane. Period. The end. No question about it. But it is also so fun! Although, Gayla, Lindy, and Ashley didn't think so. I stayed in the safe zone (Refer to the next paragraph). They are brave hearts. Lindy did get her printer though. She fought, and she succeeded! And after her battle, there were twenty printers left over...It was worth it, just for the picture :)

The next paragraph. Do you notice anything about the picture?? Background perhaps? Ok good. You didn't notice. I wouldn't want ya'll thinkin' I was a wimp. While they were out battling, I was hiding. But where I was hiding you will never know.

Ok!

Fine I'll admit it!

I can't stand all this pressure!

I was hiding in the diaper isle!

I know, what a wimp am I.

I shall never do it again.

If I must hide, I shall hide with the food. Much less wimpy.

Durin' the time I wasn't hidin' I got some wonderful, excellent Christmas presents. Please spread the word, just so everybody doesn't think I was hidin' the whole time.

Hope ya'll have a jolly good nap!

Missy (:

Merrry Thanksgivin' and a Happy New Year!

Merry Thanksgiving, and a happy new year!

My Thanksgiving was filled with fun, food....and umm...food...what was I saying? Sorry. Carrying on. Food, family, and roping. I have to say, the food, family, and roping had to be the highlight of all of it. Forget the rest.

Although, if you watched me rope this morning, I will never blame you if you don't talk to me again. No hard feelings.

And if you watched me eat this morning, I won't blame you if you disown me either. I didn't live up to my standards. Shameful, I know it. Outa 365 days in a year, there are only two that you can eat as much as ya want. And I failed. I'm sorry! Oh so very sorry. If you never read my blog again, I understand. I do. Truly.

Missy (:

And if you never read my blog again, I want ya to know one thing. I love you! Thank you for all the years of help along the way. Ok maybe not years. Considering I just started blogging this week. But I still love ya'll! (There is my 'Drawllll'.) And if ya never speak to me again, like say, no hard feelings. Sure do love you, and appreciate you. Hope you talk to me again.

And because I said so much I better sign my name again.

Missy (:

Outa 365 days a year, 188 are my favorite. Tomorrow is one of this 188. Why? No. Not because its Thanksgiving. It would be counted as another day. Probably not one of the 188.





Ahhh why not. I've plenty of days to spare. Ok. Make it one of the 188. No. 189.





Carrying on. Tomorrow is one of those 188. Why? No. Not because its Thanksgiving. We've been over this? I apologize. Sometimes I get carried away.

So tomorrow would be one of my favorite days. And no. Not because there will be food.

Ok that's a lie.

A huge one!

Have a mentioned how much I love food? And out of 365 days Thanksgiving is one of the two that has alot of...food? Yes, food and family. And I love my family more'n my food. And I love my food.

Turkey, stuffing, bread. green bean casserole....My dreams are coming true.

Have a happy Thanksgiving! Hope y'all love your family more'n your food.



Missy (:

Welcome to The Endless Ramblings Of A Wanna Be Punchy Cowgirl! Like the title says, I long to be punchy. And ranchy. And rodeo-y. And anything of the sort. I also desire to eat, sleep, and be merry. And eat some more.

My life is consumed with family, eatin', youth groups, ridin' and rodeoin', tryin' to be punchy, and school. Not in that order. I do love my family more'n food, and Ladies and Gents, that's alot right there.

So join in on The Wanna Be Punchy, Ranchy, Rodeo-y Cowgirl, as I ramble about life. And food. And sleep. Not in that order.

Sincerely,

Missy (: