Twas Christmas!

Twas the night before Christmas...all was dark...and silent night...holy night...all is calm and all is bright...

Its the day for curly hair!

Its the day for red lipstick!

Its the day for giving and receiving!

Its the day for prime rib and baked potatoes!

For a game of 42!

For making snow angels!

For getting kissed under mistletoe...hahahahaha...right.

Hot chocolate, coffee, Christmas cookies...

A little George Strait..what that has to do with Christmas I don't know...

A day for wishing Jesus happy birthday!!

Hope you all have a good one!

Oh look...peanut brittle!

Christmas Card Picture Taking Time!

Christmas Card Picture Taking Time!

 

 

The first try...

 

 

 Farther away?

 

 

 On the hay rack?

 

 

Enough already!

 The final decision...

 

"No Snow, No Team, Still We Praise The Lord!

Merry Christmas, The Allens!"

 

 

PS. Click the pictures for bigger view...better view? For ya'lls old age sight just click the pictures!

Simply Remember Your Favorite Things.

Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens, new headstalls and packages and strings, these are a few of my favorite things...When the cowpony bucks, when the wind blows, when I'm feelin' sad, I simply remember my favorite things....And then I don't feellllll soooo baddddd!!

Duck Dynasty.

My barrel horse.

Cheese enchiladas.

Mountain Dew.

Black coffee.

Yo Famalia!

Naps.

Bedtime.

Netflix.

Friends! (the show;)

Reallll Friends.

Pictures.

Picture Frames.

Facebook.

Apple Juice.

Nutella.

Blue Bell Ice Cream.

Shopping.

Ross.

Walmarts black Friday!!

Christmas music.


Missy(:

An Ode To Amarillo.

An Ode To Amarillo.



Oh my dear Amarillo. How I can't wait for you.

You are like a vacation with work, and that I sure can do.

Cowboys and shopping,

That should have any girl hopping!

That shopping part that is, not the cowboys.

Muffins and Cupcakes! Swimming and pizza eating,

People to be meeting!

Rodeos and late nights,

Kids to tuck in tight.

Horse shows and the works,

Amarillo has all the perks!

Oh Ranch Rodeo Finals I love <3

It Was That Moment.

It was that moment.


That moment all teenagers dread.

The moment when you're not sure...

Not sure if...

You are-A child? Or an adult?

That moment.

You get home late and can't decide if you actually want to make yourself supper or just eat raisin bran. Its the moment when you suddenly grow up and are shoved into the clutches of the world!!!

I chose raisin bran.

In other news, today is Oct. 30, which means two things. Tomorrow is Halloween and in 8 days it will be time to vote. Don't forget to dress up like a chicken burrito and vote for the future of our children! Not on the same day of course.

Also, drink a mountain dew each and everyday to keep to the the doctor away.


Missy (:

Oh to the No to the Dear Gosh Darn No.

Oh to the no to the dear to the oh dear gosh darn no.

My greatest gosh darn apologies for my great lack in blogging over the summer. But don't yall worry...because I'm back! And to catch you all up on my life i would like to. Err I would like to catch you all up on my life. With a list.

1. Apparently blogging was not a priority this summer...

1. Road-a-ooooo!! Season. It was road-a-o season. Which was a priority. It took up the majority of my summer.

2. Road-a-ooooo!! Season. It was road-a-o season. Which means starting barrel horses and turning truly good horses into crazy maniacs.

3. Road-a-ooooo!! Season. It was road-a-o season. Which means waking up at a un humanly hour to ride crazy maniacs before it got hot and waking the girl crew (which consisted of a few very loving nieces) to help me. By August they didn't want to come back to my house. They had drank to much instant breakfast.

4. Fam-a-ly!! Which means late nights and roping and tball games and gymkhanas!

5. Waitressing!! Thats right. Missy got her first actual job. And dont you worry. I've only spilled hot coffee on poor old men and cattle buyers a couple times.

So now that life has slowed down and calme-


Miss ;)

Its THE MOVIE!

Dearest Readers,

Today I would like to blog about the best movie on the earth...in all of time...

You guessed it!!

Its....

The Good Old Boys!

Its the movie where Emily stars as Eve...

Its the movie that always makes me tear up...

Its the movie that inspired my dad to name a horse Snort Tarnell.

Its the movie that my whole family quotes on a daily basis.

Its the movie that inspires you to paint every barn red.

Its the movie that we have three copies of. Why? You never know when you might need an extra...or two.

Its the movie that every house guest we have must watch.

Its the movie that makes all of my friends think I'm weird. I mean, when I start quoting Good Ol Boys I'm on a roll. Don't look at me that way.

And if your mad at somebody, just tell them, "You're a cripple with two good legs!", or perhaps something like, "We are to shoot Alvin and leave him for the hogs" <--- (Probably not a good one to text your brother in law just for funny. You may accidently send it to one of your rodeo buddies instead). When you're in a hurry, yell for "Julio get your horse!". When you get in trouble for beating somebody up, just tell them that "Ol' Biscuit mighta stepped on him once or twice.." That will make them think.

And P.S.

If your bankers name is Frank, calling him Fat probably isn't a good idea.



Missy (:

Happyyyyy 4th O' July All!

Happyyyyy 4th O' July All!

Today is the day:

-To eat blue and red and white popcycles, to rope in the blistering heat, to party till the roof falls in! Er something like that.

-To dress up like your favorite or not so favorite hero! Or is that halloween?

-To Make a cake! Because anyday is a day to make a cake.

-To eat the cake! Because acording to science, if there is a cake made, the cake must be et. Amen.

-To take a nap! Lol who am I kidding. Might as well just sleep in whilest at it.

-To eat until the roof falls in!

-To twist ankles, to go to the lake, to not drowned in the lake, to facebook, to get some stupid ideas off of pinterest, to try them at home, to burn the house down. Jussttt kiddingg. I ain't burned the house down yet!

-To celebrate living in America!

Happy 4th all!

A Sons First Hero, A Daughters First Love.

A Sons First Hero, A Daughters First Love.


The only guy that didn't have cooties in 2nd grade.

The guy who pays for the big stuff...and the little.

The guy who hauls me around to my way to many to count rodeos.

The guy who puts up with having to wake up early to the sound of my blow dryer. But only on the weekends.

The guy who didn't yell when I ran into the telephone pole.

The guy who loves me even when I'm driving.

The guy who taught me to be early whenever we go places;)

The guy who taught me to never get in a wreck you cant handle....

The guy that I call dad...

My First Love.

My Knight In Shinin' Armor.

My Hero!

My Dreams Are Weird Weird Things

My dreams are weird weird things.

Maybe I'm nervous. Maybe that's why i have strannnggee dreams. If you remember, the last dream I blogged about was when I got in trouble for buying to many Great Value tortillas..Well my dream last night, ladies and gents, was near the same. My dream went something...like...this.

There I was. Minding my own bussyness. Sleeping. And I drempt. I drempt that I missed State Finals because I was shopping!! Oh the horrificness. You see, my lovely sister convinced me to go to the mall with her (by the way, I did find a great shirt at Buckle. In my dream.) I texted Sherri Schlegel to see what time the 2nd perf started (Why i didn't know this, I do not know) She never texted me back. THEN we decided it was time to head back, and wouldn't you know it, when we got back the WHOLE DANG rodeo was OVER! Without me! I didn't make it to nationals in one single event! It was HOOORRRRIIIIDDD! Nightmare. Terrible nightmare. I don't think I'll be able to sleep by myself for a week. I better get Mr. Fluffy Bear out from under my bed.


Missy (:

Oh Pinterest.

Oh Pinterst.

Why must you torture me so?! There is really nothing that amazing about you, but still I find myself sitting down at the computer for justtttt 5 minutes....and a half hour later I have nothing accomplished.

So, dearest readers, if you don't have a Pinterst account, I shall share with you what you are missing out on.

 The picture that inspires you to make something yummy.

 The picture that inspires you to actually do your hair.

 The picture that inspires you to eat something yummy.

 The picture that is titled DIY.

 The picture that inspires you to do your nails, and you end up looking like a three year old.

 The picture that inspires you to do something fun, and you end up looking like a three year old.

 The saying, that your like OH THAT'S ME!

 The other saying, that your like oh...that's so me.

But the number one thing your missing out on, is getting nothing done, yet feeling inspired!

So, dearest readers, let me save you some agony.

Don't get a Pinterest account.

Missy (:

Awkward Picture Thursday.

Its Awkward Picture Thursday!

Well not really. I just made that up. But its a great idea. I just might have to do this every Thursday.

Anywhom. Today's awkward picture is of my favorite sisters. Minus one.

I have lots of favorite sisters.

This lovelllyyy picture truly shows their true personality...who they really are.

I have captioned this photograph....

But I forgot what it was. So I shall share what was going on in this moment.

Rynea, "And they are fighting again. Don't they know there are children in the proximity?"

Gayla, "Guys, we should get this party started..."

Em, "I'm an abused chilldddd!"

And now, the picture you've all been waiting for.

Missy (:

P.s.

Em, I swear I don't try to make fun of you, it just comes naturally.

The Problem With Mothers...

The problem with Mothers...

Mothers are truly my very best friend,
Ready to help, protect, and defend.
I don't remember the rest of this poem,
So this is the end. Amen.

What would we do with out them? Mothers that is. What would we do without mothers. NOTHING! We wouldn't be alive! That's what we would do.

BUT. I have a story to share with you. It is a story titled:

The Problem With Mothers.

Once upon a time there lived a young girl who had a cold. Her mother was taking care of her like good mothers should. But one day, this young girl went to youth group. Her mother made sure this girl (Not me) had taken all of her medication before she left. But little did this girl know that her mother had OVER DOSED HER! IT WAS A CONSPIRACY! Anyway. This young amazing girl continued on her journey. During youth group this girl (Once again, not me.) thought she was getting pretty dizzy. She decided to make her exit but couldn't walk in a straight line! Wait, where her feet? She couldn't feel them, she looked down and there they were, but where were they?! Once out of the sanctuary, the girl decided to to wait in the bathroom. Out of now where, a wall walked right up to her and smacked her in the face! Everything was out to get her! By the time youth group was over, this girl was feeling pretttyyy good. Only one problem. She couldn't see! She was trying to find her ride home but everybody was pretttyyy blurry. She finally found her brother in law, which she pointed out to her best friend, and her best friend proceeded to tell her she was embarrassing, and then they went home. Once home, her father debated about sending her to a mental home but, thankfully, decided against it. And then the girl recovered to her amazing beautiful self and they lived happily ever after.

True story.

Those mothers...never trust them when they have cold medicine in their hands!

Missy(:

Today I Found The Perfect...

Today I found the perfect...

Well that could sound band. Perhaps you had better sit down and listen..er read the whole story.

Every since the age of three I have been obsessed with bones and blood. Not like in a creep vampire and skulls way. Like a I want to be a nurse or doctor way. When Lindy was in nursing school I would make her name all the bones in the human body. She seldom did it. Anyway. When she got married I had to think of the perfect present. Not some normal present. So the story goes like this. (But remember, you don't have to believe everything you hear. I'm not sure I even believe it.)

Once upon a very nice and sunny day, I was helping my father ride thru the cattle. I was on my pony named Skipper. All of a sudden a perfect idea came to me! A frame for Lindy to put in her new house. But not just any frame. A frame with the words 'Rock and Roll Cowgirl' across the top. AND a bone. Why not? She had just graduated from nursing school. But I had to find the perfect bone. And I did. The problem? I was 5 and couldn't get on and off my horse. I was a very determined 5 year old though. I got off, got my bone, and got back on. Unfortunately when I got back on I dropped my reins. Had I mention I was riding a pony? When Skipper realized I had no control he did what any faithful pony would do. He took off in the direction of the house. Took off. Key words. But not once did I scream. or drop my bone. Until my father flipped out and starting yelling at me to drop it. Gosh dang fathers. I had also aspired to be a trick rider so as soon as I dropped my bone, I reached down and grabbed my tie down strap and made an 12 foot 11. Mean I slid to a stop. But alas, I never could find another bone that perfect.

Until today. My life is complete.

But don't believe everything you read on the Internet.

Missy (:

Strange, Strange Dreams...

I had a dream...Maybe it means something. Possibly.

You see, this dream was very abnormal, but that is kinda normal. To have abnormal dreams that is.

Let me fill you in on the harsh details.

There I was, minding my own busyness shopping at Walmart and out of the blue a policeman pulled me over. I guess you can do that, get your shopping cart pulled over. I didn't know you could. Anywhom. The mysterious policeman proceeded to ask for my drivers license. Was I pushing my shopping cart to fast? No that was not it. The thing was...Its absurd really. I had bought to many Mission tortillas! I mean come on, really?! To many tortillas? Unheard of! And the worst part is, why would I buy Mission tortillas? The Great Value brand is better. Mission tortillas tend to get kind of dry, while Great Value tortillas stay moist. No, I'm not addicted to tortillas. Silly question. Carrying on. Thankfully I didn't get arrested, but I got a warning...I didn't know they could do that either...and they went on to go catch other crime-food-stealing-over buying-criminals.

Then I woke up craving a tortilla.

Strange, strange dreams.


Missy (:

Its a good time calf ropin.

Its a good time at the Good Times Calf Ropin...

I've actually never been to the Good Times Calf Ropin..

But I'm sure that its a good time. Why? Because its a good time where ever there is calf ropin. Especially if there is team roping entertangled with it. It being calf roping. Its a good time if there is roping, amen.

You know what I'm sayin...

But at my newly worked and dried out arena it is really a good time, lemme tell ya. Its fantastic. Its amazing. Its the best thing ever! And with my amazingly cute shoot help and warmer upper person,

It is a good time.

Even if your dad does make you ride a pony...

Miss (:

Rodeo Season!

RODEO SEASON! Yes Mam! Er, sir.

I have waited my whole LIFE for this. Well, not really. But yes really. I have waited my whole life for rodeo season. Just not this particular rodeo season.

Carrying on.

I have waited all WINTER for this.

And its still a month and a half away. But hey, Its getting closer. Which makes my life WAY better!

Am I being overly expressive? Perhaps its because I'm am truly and rightly so super super excited! Maybe. Just maybe.

I have even been running so I'm slightly in shape...Which is a rarity. Me running that is. And me being in shape. My barrel horse is even is shape! And my pole horse looks like a Llama/Pig, and that could be a problem. But she still has a month and a half...

I'm going to die between now and then! Oh the agony!

To help myself cope I decided to watch rodeo videos from last summer. Bad. Idea.

"Mom, Mom look at this barrel. Man that needed some improving...Annnddd I can't improve on it today. Because its snowy and muddy out."

"Gah, I cant believe I missed that calf. If only I could go rope.."

So really and truly this blog had no point. But if ya'll no anybody with an indoor arena, ya know, maybe, er, please do, give me a holler. I would appreciate it.

Missy (:

Today=?

"She calmly crept closer to the magnificent horse. All of her life she had been terrified of the beasts, but today she realized she must over come this fear."

"She turned, frightened. There was no where to go. To her left stood the menacing crowd who threatened to kill her, and to her right stood the sheriff and his posse. In front and behind her were the walls of the covered bridge, and below the rushing Colorado River rushed with excitement. Somebody took a step closer. She jumped."

"Gazing around the room, your eyes stop on a very peculiar person. Being a whole head taller than the rest of the room, he stuck out. His strong jaw, his black cowboy hat, and his calloused hands were only a few of the things that caught your eye. As he feels you watching him, he turns his head your way. His dark eyes seem to look right through you. Much to your surprise, he smiles. He then returns to his conversation. Soon, you leave. You go home and cry the rest of your life because you did not even talk to the dark handsome cowboy."

Today=Snow day.
Today=Missy being inside all day.
Today=Lots of writing assignments.
Today=Missy's stories getting a little more carried away as time goes by.
Today=Missy's mother wanting to sell her.
Today=MISSY'S GOING CRAZY!
Missy+Pen and paper=Lots of absurd stories
x=3.
x(12-x)+5-2=Something.
Today=To much school.


Missy (Is there such a thing as a brain fried smiley face?) ;P. There.

Hot outta the oven.

I loathe smells. Especially smells of food. Oh how the agonize me!

Here I am, minding my own little business doing homework, and the smell drifts in....

Filling my nostrils....

Filling my soul...

Filling my head with delirious thoughts...

Calling to me...

"Missy...."

"Come...."

At this very moment, my mother is working away on making three very delicious chocolate cakes...

And I do believe she just pulled them out of the oven...

Now, she is frosting them...

Why do I know this? Because I have great smellers thats why!

No, not because I've beem wandering in there ever 3.257 minutes.

Absolutely not.

Ok, I'm back.

Wait. No. I'm not back.

But I'm here...

I did not go anywhere, thats why I'm not back.

Fine! I lied! I do wander in there every 3.257 minutes!

Kill me now, before the chocolate cake with homemade frosting hot out of the oven becomes the death of me!

Well not truly. I don't want to die.


Missy (:

MIssy, the Magnificent Match Lady.

Missy The Magnificent Match Lady

Pretty impressive new title, eh? I think so. I have succeeded in building a pretty hire number of fires with out failing. Two. I was really proud of me self. Normally, when me parents are gone, I nearly freeze to death...then I get out flammable hand sanitizer and coat everything in it...throw in a match, and whola! Fire. But believe it or not I actually started a fire with out hand sanitizer! But the fire was contained to the fire place. No worries. You may now refer to me as Missy, the Fire Queen. Or The Fantastic Fire Female. Or maybe even The Awesome Arsonist. Ha! Just kidding. But I did purposely set a fire...in the fire place...that's still legal right?! Or possibly the Beautiful Bonfire Breakaway Roper. No, sadly, I have never set a bonfire on fire, but it has to do with fire. The Cunning Tree Cutter-uper. The Dashing Dart-throwing Dead Wood Starter on Fire. The Gallant Gal Who Starts Great Fires. The Joyful Joker Who Jumps while Joyfully making fires? Maybe thats enough titles for today.


Title of your choice (:

Obsessed.

I. Have. An. Obsession.

Its terrible.

I am...obsessed with Taylor Swift Songs.

And singing them.

Loud.

And...off key.

I have tried to avoid this!

This confrontation of..of this ridiculousness.

But unfortunately I find myself walking around the house...singing...like a retard..

"If you could seee that Immmm the one who understands youuu, beeennnn here allll along so whyyy cant youuu seeee-e-e, you beelong with mee-e-e!!"

"Youurrr a liar, and pathetic, and meannn, and mean, and someday I'lll beee livinnn' in a big olll' city, andd all yourr every gunnaa bee is meannn"

"Our songs is a....whoa ok enough of this!"

And when I find myself singin that one, It all needs to come to an end.

No I don't know all of her songs by heart, whatcha talkin' about?

"Ohh darlin' don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little.."

That one pulls at my heartstrings. I start finding salt in my eyes...No I don't cry! Just leave me be, please. I beg of you.

Then I recover myself by hopelessly singing another song.

"You'r just another picture to burn, burrnnnn burrnnn burrnn burrnn baby burn!"

Then I feel bad about being so harsh.

"Long live..."

Ok scratch that. I'm not that nice!

Just kidding. I don't remember the rest of the song.

"Hey Stephen I know looks can be deceivin', But I should be the one to choose, alll those other girls, ya they're beautiful but could they write a sonnnggg forrr youuu..."

I mean, seriously, come on! Hopeless love song this, hopeful love song that, oh wait we broke up love song! I must be going crazy!

Maybe It would be best for me to just go to sleep now and hope I wake up with my brain working somewhat functional.


Missy (:

An Ode To Monarch Mountain.

And Ode to Morarch Moutain.

Oh-est bunnie hill,

You know my love for you,

Although you are quite steep and scary,

I shall keep skiing down you,

Even if I am now a little wary.

I'm sorry, oh bunnie hill,

For my scream that I tried to keep quite,

Although it was quite shrill.

I loved you more than Little Moe,

For I did not enjoy you, Moe,

Because you gave Craig a bloody nose.

On you I took a biff,

That later required Ibuprofen.

Pinball, you are quite fun,

Even if down you I did slide and did not ski,

But you were a great and amazing run.

But my favorite run of the day,

Was the very first run,

When I flew down in everybodys way.


Missy (:

Here's to hoping my poetry improves in 2012.