Remember The Thigh Master?

Grandma Mary has had this Thigh Master for 15 years. When we went to visit her we found it and couldn't resist.

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So, this weekend Trey, my mom, Natasha, and I finally made the trip to Port Lavaca to celebrate my mom's birthday and to pick up the sofa that was given to me. We had a blast traveling and visiting with my relatives.


We spent some time with my grandmother, Grandma Mary. My grandmother has 18 grandchildren and I'm 1 of 18. Our family is multiplying like crazy and it seems like most of my cousins have kids.


P.S. Thanks for proofreading, Rosie.

Can you believe this guy?

Earlier this afternoon, I joined Trey at a restaurant for lunch. I sat at the booth and Trey excused himself to the bathroom. Shortly after he left the manager of the restaurant approached my table and asked, “What’s a pretty lady like you doing eating all by yourself? Don’t you have anybody to join you?” He was obviously hitting on me and I told him yeah, my husband is joining me. I looked across the place and saw Trey coming towards us. The manager looked over and saw Trey too. The manager looked embarrassed and said, “Oh, you’re married to him, he does the maintenance for us.”

Trey sat down with me and the guy made small talk with us and tried not show he was too embarrassed. It was so funny, but awkward. Later, I told Trey what happened and he just laughed at the whole thing. He said man, that guy has some balls approaching you like that. When we finished eating we went to pay for the bill and the manager said we didn’t have to pay. Once we exited the restaurant I jokingly told Trey the reason why it was free was because I slipped the guy my number….yeah, right.

Eugene H. Peterson's Remix

Lately I've been studying in a new Bible translation called the message. It's radically different compared to the NIV Bible. I'm not sure what other people think of this new translation, but I've really enjoyed the conversational style.

Here is a sample verse from I Corinthians 9:26-27
"I don't know about you, but I'm running hard for the finish line. I'm giving it everything I've got. No sloppy living for me! I'm staying alert and in top condition. I'm not going to get caught napping, telling everyone else all about it and then missing out myself."

A nice day to be indoors

It's a little cloudy and a little chilly. I feel like having the dogs inside and just relaxing.

Good Night

It's sort-of late, but I felt like writing. Trey and I just got home from the Abilene High football game and I'm so tired. We got season tickets and have one more home game to attend, before playoffs start. It's taken me awhile to understand how the game works, but I finally understand it. I want Trey to see that I'm trying to take interest in something that he absolutely loves. A few days ago I watched the movie "Fever Pitch" and couldn't help, but compare the lead actor to my husband's (sometimes unhealthy) obsession with football.

Well, I'm getting ready to go to sleep and Trey is heading out the door to go to work. Yeah, he's on call this weekend, which means 24-7. He has to answer the company pager, but hopefully he won't be out too late.

Cleaners Anonymous

To anyone who truly knows me, it's no secret that I'm a neat-freak. I like the house to be clean and in order. But yesterday, I was in a cleaning frenzy.



I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the base boards, color coordinating the closets, and rearranging the sock drawers... it was ridiculous. I think I need a full time job to exert more of my energy, because otherwise my cleaning might turn into a serious problem.

Don't Blame Me, Blame Our Culture

Another example of the internet age and "our" self-indulgent boredom.

Please refer to the sidebar.

The Bi-Racial Mariachi Band

Today I had lunch with my family at a Mexican restaurant. As we were eating, there was a Mariachi band entertaining the crowd. I leaned over and told Amy, my sister, I wanted to join a band like that. She thought I was joking, but I wasn't. Chances are, I probably won't, but I like the idea of dressing in the "Three Amigos" attire. Natasha plays the violin and she said she'd play as long as I play guitar, now all we need is a singer. I wonder if Trey would be up for it. Yeah right, it's bad enough I have pale white skin and can't speak a lick of Spanish, even though I'm Hispanic....all I need is a red-headed white boy singing in my band. I can imagine it now: The Bi-racial Mariachi Band.

Praise and Radiohead

Before I begin you must understand that I have this red notebook full of praise and worship music. Every now and then I pull out the dusty guitar and jam.

Now moving on to my story, Trey and I met today for lunch. Afterwards, we had some time to kill so we went out to the car to listen to music. He had a guy from work burn him some Christian music and he was expecting to hear that when he turned on the CD player. Well, instead of hearing nice Christian music he heard my favorite band instead, Radiohead. He absolutely hates their music and he doesn't know good music when he hears it. He told me, "Dominique, you must worship this band because I was looking through your music folder and I saw their music in there." Trey is so funny sometimes. Even though I knew he was joking, he said it so seriously I almost thought he was genuinely concerned about the welfare of my worship. Trey's such a dork sometimes.

Raise Your Hand If You're On Myspace

Everyone and their mamma's momma is on myspace....it's an epidemic. I bet if I searched for your mom on there I'd find her and she'd be my friend.

I've been terrified of "the space" for a long time, but now that all the hype has died down, I'm a little more comfortable. I created an account a while back, but not until recently I've been spending time at the site browsing and what not. Honestly, I'm probably wasting valuable time, so I try to limit myself to 5 minutes max.

An Audio Cord Saves the Day

An engaged couple contacted me days before their wedding and requested my video service. At first, I didn’t want to record it because there are better things I could be doing with my time, like staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes before I roll out of bed, sitting at home vegging out in front of the tube, and of course making my weekly grocery list (all very important things). Instead of saying no, I said, “Why not?”

The ceremony was running late and I noticed the groom looked anxious. For a moment I thought the bride wasn’t going to attend, but apparently the audio guy told him he didn’t have a specific cord to play the ceremony music. I was eavesdropping on the conversation because I had the groom mic’ed. It never fails, I always go to weddings over prepared with tons of audio cables JUST IN CASE. This time was a just in case occasion. Luckily, I had the right audio cable and it made me feel really good to know that if I didn’t have the cord they would’ve gone without the music, which would’ve been really awkward.

Quality of Life

Life post graduation has its upsides. For one, the absence of homework. My favoirte day of the week is now Sunday because when I was in college this was my catch-up day. I would sit for hours reading, typing papers, and I was slowly going insane. Now my life is filled with spontaneous events. I love it!!!

But I do have to work, which so far hasn't been bad. I really enjoy working at red3 productions and a few weeks ago I was asked to work at the radio station and fill-in for the development director while she is on maternity leave. So, I'm at a good place in my life right now.

A Room Full of Lawyers

I'm on my way and out the door to record a legal deposition. I'll be in a room full of dull lawyers. I just wanted to write something becuase a few days have gone by without me posting anything. So, hopefully tomorrow I'll have somehting interesting to say.

Not As Bad As It Looks

I've expressed my concern with several Doberman owners and dog lovers about how I can't control my 90 pound Doberman when he's on a leash. Those people and a few others told me about this training collar. I know it looks extreme and painful, but I put it on Bruiser and it's truly a miracle. The collar works!!! If Bruiser leads and begins to drag me the collar tightens and pinches him until he gives. It's a tool that many dog trainers use and I want to make clear that I don't stand there and pull him until he turns blue. I pull the collar if he wants drag me or if he wants to eat another dog, he usually gets the point by the second pull I make at the collar and stops. For the first time since Bruiser was a puppy I took him walking and later that day we even went jogging. To me this collar is more of a security blanket knowing that if Bruiser ever wanted to attack someone, I'd be able to hold him back. I doubt he would ever do that, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

To anyone who thinks this collar is cruel and unnecessary I'd say: What's cruel is having a dog and isolating it by never exposing it beyond your backyard....that's cruel.

Girls Only

Last night I spent time with my adorable niece, Angelica. We went to the Balloon Festival, which would've been lame if she wasn't with me. The reason I say that is because she makes any event enjoyable.

She was dancing around and shouting, "DOMO-NIQUE, TAKE A PICK-SURE!!" And so I did. I took tons of pictures to please her and most of them were really bad. I don't know if you've ever taken digital pictures around a four year old, but they always say let me see it afterwards. They want to see ever photo you shoot immediately.


We had so much fun at the Festival, after it was over, we went to the mall until they closed and then headed over to a bookstore. When we finally met-up with Trey around 10:30 p.m., Angelica was still full of energy. Everytime she'd do something cute I'd look over at Trey and say, "I want one."

My Older Sister Turned 25

Amy, my older sister, works at a Mexican resturant and for some odd reason that's where she wanted to celebrate. We all had a great time together. I laughed a lot last night especially at Amy. She was acting really insane.
Someone needs to take those drinks away from her...seriously.
I made this strawberry cake for Amy's birthday. I was too proud of it.
Amy's co-workers singing to her.

My momma and Angelica
Natasha and Me. This is my little sister.
Trey and my other mamma. Ofcourse Trey is wearing his cowboys get-up.
Smile big.
Trey was getting trigger happy wtih the camera and he snapped this photo of me as I was trying to grab the camera out of his hands. I look really scary. YIKES!

Funky Sofa

An Empty Room

When we have guest over the first room they see is our formal living room. They walk in and see an empty room.

The living room is really formal and a little dramatic with white chair railing, dark red paint and refinished hardwood floors. The last time I went to visit my grandma Mary, who lives 7 hours away, I feel in love with her sofa. Well, my grandma recently moved and wanted to know if I wanted her sofa. I forgot what it looked like so I had my aunt take a picture and e-mail it to me. I really like it! I'm going to talk it over with Trey and see what he thinks. It has some crazy colors, but I should be able to re-upholster it with no problems.

I've been trying to post the picture, but I'm having some problems. I'll try to have the picture up by tonight.

Harley's Ain't Got Nothing On This

Okay, my husband has a motorcycle so I don't know why he wanted us to ride the scooter over to his parents house, last night. Everytime we get on the scooter together I get a mental picture of the guys from dumb and dumber and I can't stop laughing. So there I am laughing and I see two guys beside their Harley's, hanging outside of a tattoo shop. I told Trey, "Honk the horn!" So he honks it and it goes, "BEEP, BEEP!" The Harley guys looked at us and started laughing. Gosh, I love acting stupid.

So, the whole reason for getting out of the house was to see Trey's parents. It was really nice because they've been going out of town every weekend and it was nice to just sit down and talk with them. We talked about the upcoming holidays and where we were going to have Thanksgiving. It looks like I'm hosting Turkey Day.