just so you know

makenzie,
sorry again for being super jealous today. I thinking going out for sketching and dancing with "mystery boy at the moment" is a super exciting fun adventure with potential in so many different fields - the biggest being stories to tell me late !!! You're just my favorite little baked potatoe and i don't like sharing you.
thats all,
dena.

oh lawd have mercy.

Well Makenzie and i have a few New Years Resolutions of our own, just in case ya'll were wonderin. Let me begin by explaining the videos that have been posted. It all began new years eve while makenzie and i participated in the long and painful process of picking out a new years eve outfit to wear to our favorite honky tonk where we'd planned to ring in 2011 with another dear friend. The two of us are too special to simply shop in style, no we must add our our personality to each and everything we do. The secret ingredient this time came in the form of our "ni ni". For those of you who aren't privileged enough to know, the term "ni ni" refers to the four year old star and beauty queen of TLC's Toddlers and Tiaras, Makenzie's pacifier. As stated by the glamor queen herself, "When i have my Ni Ni i don't care about nothin else."
And so the night continued, Ni Ni and all.
The next day, the real Makenzie and i attended our first "funeral" a performance piece, organized by the local Houston artist Emily Sloan. The ceremony was beautiful. Makenzie's eulogy was read aloud for the congregation with a few others and we all had our portraits made by the mysterious man in the back corner. I was both privileged and pooped to see one of my recent crushes... with his girlfriend. oh well, another one crossed off the list. Back to the funeral. Makenzie and myself participated in the ceremonial bonfire where we incinerated momentos of 2010 and walked away new southern bells of the new year. We are also proud to say we made our first of, hopefully many casseroles. The recepie, to the best of my memory follows:

Calamity Jane's Classic Corn Casserole:

1 box jiffy cornbread mix
1 can cream-style corn
1 cup cour cream
1/2 oil
2 eggs
2 heaping spoons of suger
salt and pepper to taste

Mix all in your mothers best mixing bowl, pour into
8 x 8 greased pan and cook for 45 minutes in a 350
degree oven.
Serve and enjoy.

Genius

Dena and I are pretty much geniuses. It started off with me wanting to improve my wardrobe/reinvent myself. I am hanging butcher paper in my room and making a mind map of things that inspire me so I can understand my own personal style better. Because some mornings I wake up and like bows and ruffles, and then some days, I want ripped tights and vans. That's my part of the plan.

Dena then said that we should draw all our items of clothes on recipe boxes. For instance, draw one shirt on one card, one pair of jeans on the other, etc. in order to mix and match and see exactly what we have in our wardrobes. Then we can take them into stores and such. And if I borrow a shirt, I can take it from her box and put it in mine.

Super cute ideas right? I am so excited! Oh, and Dena, I found this video for you.

Road Trip Mix Tape:

Seeing that we've been on this "old country" kick lately, I don't see why we'd play anything but the best on our Texas road trip. Here is the playlist I imaged:

Mama Tried, Merle Haggard

Luckenbach Texas, Good Hearted Woman,

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up tobe Cowboys. Waylon Jennings

Alrady Gone, the Eagles

Ruby Don't Take Your Love to Town, Kenny Rogers

I Walk the Line, Ring of Fire, Jackson, I've been Everywhere. Jonnny Cash

The Battle of New Orleans, Jonny Horton

Cigarettes, whiskey, and Wild Wild Women, Robert Ellis and the Boys

and of course...

You Never Even Call me by my Name, David Allen Coe.

Here are a few country girl photos to get you even more in the mood:

Dear Dena

Dear Dena, I made this for you because I wanted to remind you that we are going on a roadtrip this spring! Theses are all things I would bring on a roadtrip with you. Maybe tomorrow when you come to my house we can plan our trip if we run out of things to say!

Surprise!

Look Dena! I made it cute!

Dearest Makenzie,

You got a new bike today, your hottie of a boyfriend bought it for you and i can't wait to see it. Remember those nights we used to ride around Montrose until the wee hours of the morning dreaming about summer flings and a world empty of homework. Perhaps we can reinvent that time in our life, when our callendars were filled with concerts and our thought's filled with lies to our parents. Back when we never got enough sleep and both the circles under out eyes and grades showed the results. Back when we had to count out change at fast food restaurant counters if we wanted anything for dinner. Back when going to the park and seeing 5 people we knew from afar was satisfying enough to call it a "good day". Back when we never spent more than one hour without talking or laughing.

Oh wait, nothings changed.

your bad romance,

Dena