Shrimp and Crocs

I have often talked about good recipes coming from a person that understands the protein. My brother’s work is across from a shrimp market, it is on the docks and he has fresh from the boat shrimp. We went in there on our way out of town to get some fresh shrimp to take home to the casa. T-Ray has a way he does it, and we have always done it that way. We put water in a bag and freeze the shrimp with peels and all. We peel and de-vein when we cook.

As we spoke to the shrimp expert, he gave me a recipe that we had seen at many places all over Rockport for $12-15.00 an appetizer. I am going to share it with you free Today! Call it a freebie!

You take the shrimp, peel them and de-vein them as you would if you were going to eat them immediately. Then you put in lemon juice, garlic and either Creole or Cajun seasoning, then vacuum bag those shrimp right in that mixture and freeze. When you take them out to eat, it only takes a few minutes for them to thaw. You take very thinly sliced bacon, I found cheap store brand bacon, and you cut the bacon in halves. You wrap the bacon around the jumbo shrimp securing it with a toothpick, and throw them on the grill. It is the best shrimp I think I have ever eaten. Trust me I have eaten several families of weight in shrimp, I lived in Louisiana for a couple of years, and our family has always gone to the coast, cooked shrimp and brought pounds back. It is better than shrimp scampi, better than tempura batter shrimp it is just mouth watering. Being jumbo shrimp you really don’t need that much. I eat two on a bed of Cajun rice, along with a salad.

As I write this, I would say only use fresh shrimp, but T-Ray swears that most boats have a flash freezer they use. You don’t see him eating shrimp away from the ocean either. It just makes common sense, he eats chicken and beef when he comes to town, and we eat shrimp when we go there. It goes back to the fresh idea. You want meat that is close to the source.

Our lives are back, and the island part of us has faded some. The boys all wanted camouflage crocs, I got high-heeled crocs we all wanted those more than any t-shirt. I used to buy magnets from every vacation, but I have so many broken that seems a waste of money. Shoes we will wear, I have looked high and low for high-heeled crocs with no luck. The owner of the shop and I had a great time, her love of crocs is even greater than mine! When I was working crocs were a treat at the end of a day when my dogs were barking. According to the owner, you need to try on each style they all fit differently.
I have worn them around the house, but I will wear them the next time I need to look good. They make your legs look skinny.

Make the shrimp, you will not be disappointed!

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Back to Reality

Good Morning!
I am back in the saddle, more rested and relaxed than before. I prefer Island Kathy but regular Kathy has already had to answer the phone with an Ag Boosters call, gone to our grocery store, made dinner and gotten Hubby off to work. We were all thrown back into our real lives within moments of returning home.

It was wonderful to escape our pressure of every day life, but cows and goats needed feeding, Hubby and Dunk head to work today, and Island Gator will only remain during certain hours. Island Gator is the funniest part of our trip he just didn’t want to come back. There were times we thought he would jump out and run back to Uncle T-Ray’s truck to beg to stay forever. Gator has always declared himself the most country kid, until Island Gator leaps out. Gator hates shoes, and flip-flops and crocs are a perfect fit. The rest of us are all very light skinned, he got the Native Indian Blood in him and he tans so easily. He can look like he has lived at Rockport for years.

Rockport is totally unlike Galveston or Padre Island, it is a fishing escape. Unless you love fishing, and the pursuit of it, Rockport is probably not your best bet, there are a few beaches but it is mostly a bay with many fishing locales. The kayaks look amazing, personally I would love to do a kayak adventure not to fish but to see stuff. We never have enough time to do everything we want, but we always have a great time. The boys went fishing. Sconicle swam more than any kid I know that is still human. Hubby went antique shopping, and pawn shopping. We did miss the gun shop, but we ran out of time. We saw the huge majestic boats that some people own it was breathtaking.

I haven’t been home long enough to even upload my pictures, Gator took some silly ones I am sure. I have many fish and dolphin pictures, which was just amazing. I will post some later when I get time. Rockport has the cabbage head jellyfish, which I had not ever seen. I am accustomed to the long tentacles.

There was much I wanted to blog about while there but I am truly glad I took the time off. It is a wonderful change to not think about things and just enjoy your family and the moment. Being with my brother is like a party most of the time, he is just so funny. It seemed to the kids like everyone in Rockport knew him, as he tried to explain if they own a boat, he knows them. At one time or another, he has sold them something. The boys enjoyed seeing Uncle T-Ray in his element, it is the brother I know well but they rarely get to see. He is like a sea picture until you really look hard at it you don’t appreciate all it has.

I am actually glad to be home, but if I had millions drop on me there is house in Rockport with my name on it.
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Saturday Country Eye Candy!

We are off on vacation until Tuesday. Our laptop has been broken for a while, so we will be without internet for a few days. Personally I find it cleansing without the net. The last time I was gone I prewrote and worked hard. But change is good, and it is time for a real break. See ya Wednesday!

Today's Post is about the good side of life. George Strait is truly my favorite kind of music. And you know George is Eye Candy Deluxe as well! Enjoy what I found!




Here is George's new song, the best thing Dunk played on the way to freshmen orientation.



I wish George had some video I could link to but there are so many steps. Just know in person George is a great performer!

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Freshmen Orientation we Go!

Tomorrow first thing we head out, matter of fact as you read this we will be at college orientation. It is a three-hour trip and we have to be there at 8 AM oh my kind of day! Not!

As far as Dunk and I know, we will do everything tomorrow but write the big check, or make the loan agreement whatever you wish to believe. His schedule will be done, he will know his roommate we will see the dorm finally, we have seen other dorms but not that one. We will eat lunch him with the freshmen and me with the parents. He will get his college ID and I think his email, his food plan is already active as far as I can. I guess what I am saying is it is happening. My little toe headed boy is almost gone. Gosh I miss him already. I miss just talking to him for more than a minute. It has been such a long time since we were able to do that.

Soon he will quit working, he has a freshman camp he will go to and that will be it. Pack up and move off. The last couple of years he has been getting ready to go, I know this because we have fought more than ever before. Dunk was not the kid that ever crossed me verbally. He would sneak at ways to tick me off. I know from reading the books it is the stage he had to go through to say “I am a Man, hear me Roar.” I know it mentally but I still don’t like it. Having so many friends dying early I don’t ever want to think my last words to him were mean or unnatural. It is the thing I often think about, you want your kids to know regardless what happens you love them at the bottom of your being, people keep telling me he knows but I am still unsure.

I am sure Dunk will sleep on the way there and he will drive back home while I rest. I know we will enjoy it, the college is really a nice small quiet place. There is concern who the roommate is, but that will be okay I told Dunk so. When you are settled if you have a real problem, you request a switch. My college roommate and I started out thick as thieves before school, we knew each other well and thought it be great. Then she met the love of her life, she never lived with me much after that. I had a private room without paying for it. Knowing the person doesn’t always work either, so either way Dunk will deal with it.

I wonder what the parents will be like tomorrow. Being a parent is always a bit like being a kid, will the cool parents give me the time of day? I have decided to dress in pants, not jeans. Just a feeling I get, it would be nice not to be the blue jeans mom. Pretending for one day will be fun!

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Dog Training 101

I thought I would do some dog training tips. For those with new puppies, it is important to have a dog trained enough that you as an owner are not frustrated and more importantly, the dog is a happy dog. I only know about dog training from puppy stage, my Pancho was six months and wasn’t quite house trained. Lefty we got at six weeks. Honey our yellow lab was two years old, she was completely trained when we got her.

First let’s talk expectations, babies are not born potty trained, and puppies are not born house trained. As with babies, you have to have lots of disappointment and failure until the puppies get the real meaning of being house trained. Personally, we allow our dogs to sleep with us, the only time they are in the crate if we are gone for over thirty minutes, or there is a situation to make them best in the crate. As in a small child or Grandpa visits, it is just not worth the stress of the two together. Training a dog at first seems like you are being trained, and in a way you are. When you have to go you have to go, and dogs are no different. Puppies have small bladders and very little self-control. You have to provide them the option of a good result. That is why they are training you more than you are training them. Dog ownership is a responsibility, and it is not easy at times. I take out puppies every fifteen minutes for the first few days. Yes, I did say fifteen, it is only a few days, but it gives the puppy the ability to succeed. More than anything a dog wants to please his owner, and taking them every fifteen allows them to make you happy. When you sleep, you put them in a crate or you decide you will deal with the elimination in the end. I would wake up each morning just like now and let them out, cleaning up the mess while they were outside using an odor eating cleaner. That way they never had a trophy inside. It is very important not to scold or yell or anything negative while they are training. Think of a puppy as a blessed baby unable to understand your language, your expectations. If you scold, you will damage the beauty of a dog. After three days, you can bump it up to twenty minutes, then thirty. That is the only way to do it. No there are no shortcuts just like parenting you cannot get a great kid by accident. They are a lot of hard work. My dogs go out a pretty much a schedule, but even in that schedule they know they can come to me and paw and I will let them out. My dogs never have accidents. They might throw up but never accidents. And yes both are males un neutered. It is about the training not about the sex of the dog. From the moment, they pottied outside I would praise each time they went potty. That way they looked forward to being praised, not worried they were going to mess up.

If you think my training is too difficult then accept that your dog may have accidents and it is not his fault. Clean up the mess and know he did what you taught him.

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Elder Abuse The Reality

This is a piece I have been working on a long time. Where I am now is that I cannot shorten it any more, and truth be told you need to read every word. There is so much more I left on the editing floor, this is a topic I plan to write more about. Perhaps next time it will not be so lengthy.

As I live my life, I see things that bother me. My mother is currently in a nursing home. It is a nice one, not the Taj Majal but it is clean and doesn’t smell. I know many of the workers, I taught to the nurses and staff on a regular basis. I also check up on mom, it is the least I can do. My brother and I split up duties with our parents. He took my dad until he died and I took mom. I got the easier deal, and there are some days I have to remind myself of that, matter of fact many days I have to remind myself. Taking care of a loved one whose body and mind is beginning to fail them is not easy, it is not pretty and it can be downright depressing. There is not enough sugar in Texas to sugarcoat a bad day. That is not to say that regardless of how bad it is can I walk away. I can take a break here and now but I cannot walk away.

I bring this up because for some unknown reason I live with people around me that are much older than I am. My kids have never had the kids in the neighborhood. They have had the love and affection of elderly people sweet and kind enough to love them. Along with having this type of neighbor I always have a different experience than a lot of my friends. My friends may have to figure out a lost bike or a dog. I have to figure who to call and when to call them. When Dunk was little, a neighbor had lost most of her reality. She had become a widow unexpectedly quickly he had passed away. She would hear people in her top floor of her house. The elderly lady near her with a husband that needed constant care would get the call. Finally I told the widow to call us, because what was one elderly woman going to do to a robber? The calls would come at 1 or 3 AM. She was so scared; terror would be in her voice. Real or imaginary a person frightened believes to be in danger is scared. After about two weeks of dealing with her fear, I gave the daughter a call. I felt she needed to know how bad it was. Nobody wants to stay somewhere alone and afraid, and surely the daughter would take care of it.

That is when I learned a very important lesson. Some people not all but some decide that caring for their parents is a choice, and they chose not to deal with it. Ignorance of a situation somehow makes them claim, “It’s not that bad. She seems fine when I talk to her”. As I say quite often, Trust me! Without going and seeing first hand, a family member has no idea what is going on long distance. See the daughter was not getting the calls, when the daughter called the widow was rested and trying to make herself sound good. The end result you ask? Yeah I know “Cut to the Chase.”

The widow ending up passing away without the daughter being there, she would come down maybe a couple of days a year. As soon as the widow passed away, the daughter moved into the house and took it over. She came in as if she was the best daughter in the world, most think she still is. To this day, I can’t look at her. I know what hell on earth her self-importance caused her own mother. The only thing the widow wanted was her daughter home, and it only happened after she passed away.

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The love of Obama

Best Video I have seen in a long time, people think I am uniformed, well stand in line!




I just want to see him after some real journalists ask some real questions.

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Madmen and Edith Head

I love good TV. By that, I mean I love TV that has a plot, some drama, and some comedy. Something I can bite into as a more than a nibble. My taste in television over the years has been varied, I admit to having taste like few others. I love a real good reality show like Project Runway, and a great comedy like Psych.

Over my lifetime, I have been obsessed with the oldies, just not happy to be in the current year. Edith Head was my hero in television, outside of her it was Bob Mackie. I love a sharp dressed character with a plot to boot. I remember turning on the Sonny and Cher Show to watch Cher’s clothes, then I would have to watch the Carol Burnett Show for the comedy and the costumes.

When I heard a show was set in 1960, I knew I would be glued to the tube. I had hoped it would have sixties costumes that I liked, since I was alive then I tend to be a bit critical. Well Madmen did not disappoint, they were the right girdles and bras. Few productions get the correct bras; Edith Head was a genius at exact duplicates with flair. Even she would like Madmen, I remember on my tour to Universal Studio other people were excited about the jaws part. I only wanted to see Edith’s studio, I had dreamed of it many times. Madmen more than the costumes unlike the Sonny and Cher Show does have a plot. It has characters to hate and love, sometimes they are the same person.

If you want to know where I was on Sunday, the answer is simple about 12:30 I saw there was a marathon on, the kids were lucky to be fed. Since Madmen is on AMC there aren’t many breaks. As I watched most of last season, I realized how many episodes I missed. I would see parts of a episode but never the full show. Now that I have watched most of it, my feelings for the show have not declined. I admit there is a lot of sexual behavior in that is very unethical, but it does follow a plot that makes sense. Today as I thought about it, Peggy only had one affair, as did Pete. They love to hate each other, and yet they actually bring out the best in each other.

Sterling is totally without repent, and he is the cad we all know. Don is truly as bad as Sterling but in denial of being one. Still I know as awful as the behavior is the story is one that pulls me in, the want to be better. The want to make more money, it is a story that told well is riveting.

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Go Megyn Kelly!

My friend Susan told me about this video, she saw it live. All I can say is Go Megyn! This poor baby has been missing for over a month, there is something stinky about the mother.

Megyn has continued her search for information, what I think is well the same. The river denial can be long and wide, the most important thing is to find the little girl.


This is from July 24, 20078


This is part 2 from July 24,2008


This story has fascinated me, I admit it.

Here is a link with the two 911 calls from the Grandmother of the child

http://www.myfoxorlando.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=7059312&version=3&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=1.1.1

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Down a Country Road Video Day

Here is a great gospel song by some country greats.



An oldie but Goodie with Dean Martin and Roger Miller



A newer version but still a great song by some great singers



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I picked up the Sword Again

As I write tonight, I realize how a weekend changed, last Friday night I was calm and carefree looking forward to posting videos and enjoying the time. Tony’s passing just changed my weekend overnight. I thought I would still do an entry. The weekend I hope to upload some videos for your entertainment.

As much as I would love to not talk about my mother this week has been filled with my focus on her. I know now why I am rarely emotional. My mother is a very emotional person, she can cry in an instant. When I say cry I should say bawl. It has always made my brothers uncomfortable, and I guess at some point I was. For the most part, it is just irritating, mainly because in order to solve a problem the crying really slows down the process. As I write this, I know I sound harsh, but you have to walk a mile in my shoes. My mom has cried at the drop of a hat my entire life. It lost its effect on me decades ago. Crying was the thing that I detested most; it seemed such a waste of time. I thought I was just wired different. It wasn’t until today that it dawned on me. The time spent dealing with my mom’s crying has made me rarely cry.

The oddest part about my boys is they really have never been around an emotional woman, except Granny. They don’t understand crying. When I do cry my kids panic, they know it takes a lot to get to me. Tony’s passing did that. I know it was a cumulative loss, several breast cancer survivors had passed most of which were expected. Denise Gallagher going did not help my outlook. To a survivor any survivor not finishing the battle is just a gut blow you feel it deeply. You try to push away the pain, but before you know it, another passes and it hits you harder.


There are so many I didn’t expect to pass, not really that are no longer here. As my breast cancer friends know it hits me hard, I get mad and then I get back in the fight meaner than ever. I tend to want to kill the beast at every turn. Anyone having to endure a second battle with the beast is my underdog I must rescue. I long to slay the beast once and for all. I know I won’t but it doesn’t keep me from trying each and every day. God has not finished perfecting me on this earth and I know that. Kathy or Blue Kitten as known on breastcancer.org taught me so much about the power of God and the battle with the beast. When you are ready, God calls you home.

Done finis, over well not completely over but you get the idea. From here on out I will reference my battle friends but hopefully I can take up the sword, stop my blubbering and get busy living life.

Barring someone important to me passing there will be videos full of fun and frolic Saturday. I do believe it is time for some delicious Eye Candy.

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I am a Rebel

I am a rebel. I knew deep down I was but from time to time, I want to pretend I can jump on a wagon and play along. Alas, the reality in me always seems to jump off when I don’t like where the wagon is going. That is when I remember I am a rebel.

Entrecard is good for blogs, I tried it without Entrecard and it is much easier with it. That being said I am not a very good team player. I tend to break rules, want my need met first then help the team later. I have met many bloggers I truly enjoy from all sides of the isle, all lifestyles. It has been truly a lot of fun. It is that feeling that sent me to my next decision.

I signed up for digg, because I thought it would be good to be a team player. Then I had to add all these people. Trust me when I say if your first page has GWB and a monkey it is not a marriage made in heaven. I added them gritting my teeth. Then I had all these diggs, good gravy I mean the last time I looked I had fourteen pages of stories. I am not that interested in my own writing to read fourteen pages! Now if it were Jane Austen okay, but blog reading please! I am a member of digg, but I am not using it effectively and I know it. Digg and I are just not a good match, there is the friend idea, along with the shout that translates in my mind work! Now I am not saying that my conservative views don’t tick people off, I am sure they do! Great glad to hear it! Now you know how I feel! I have yet to even mention the Democratic candidate for President. He ain’t worth the bother right now.

Stumbleuponit is much more my style. I look at it I click a thumbs up or down. Simple straight forward, I only added people that don’t tick me off. Once they do, I delete them. I never see a GWB and a monkey, makes me happy to go there.

Which brings me to Sezwho not sure, I like matter of fact I find it a pain in the butt. Not sure why I even added it other to yet again be a stupid team player when I would rather shoot the idea down into a pond. Right now, I am debating whether to fiddle with it enough to use it on blogger or just ditch it as I have other things that I find pains. Oh, I know Blogger is awful, but still couldn’t Sezwho and Entrecard work out all the issues before joining up? Ahhh NO big Roger nope couldn’t do that. Which means I am stuck thinking about how I am not a team player to begin with, and how much I hate programs that don’t work.

Wish I could tell you what will happen, don’t have a clue. I know I can only take so much for so long before I go Rebel on it! Like Digg it may be down the creek looking for a captain. Sure doesn’t help that in order to post for tech support you have to join yet another board! What a pain that is, finally I did find a tech email but it is still not working right.

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The Best Sweet Tea

I have come to a massive conclusion. Sweet iced tea is an art. I used to think most people could make good tea, but now I honestly believe that sweet iced tea is a masterpiece if well made. There is such a difference between places you drink tea. You wonder how they all can miss the mark so easily. McAlister’s has good tea. Bush’s chicken has good tea. I make great sweet iced tea. I brew it up a gallon at a time. No reason to brew a quart when a gallon will do, and the more tea I brew the more people drink.

Now I know the British drink tea hot, which is fine I guess if I lived there but I live deep in the heart of Texas. We drink it plenty sweet and plenty cold. The reason I think my family prefers my tea over other teas is I brew it strong. When you think about it you really need strong tea, we fill our glasses to the brim with ice. Then we pour the steaming hot tea over the ice and watch it crackle. The steam dissipates (yes I do know fancy vocabulary!) and all that remains is the smooth flavor of good iced tea. My family firmly prefers Lipton’s. We don’t like the cold brew either, we like those big gallon packets ready to pop into a coffee pot. It is very important to have a cleanly washed coffee pot, to bring out the smoothness of the tea.

With one gallon of tea, I use two cups of sugar. I know it is a lot of sugar. I have tried other sweeteners with no approval. There is always some kind of wang (wang- southern term for odd bite on the end of a drink or bite of food). If no wang than there is a side effect, like with Splenda you get foam on top of your tea. I know there are reports that sugar is the enemy my contention is that sugar is a natural plant product. It is a ground product, so unless you are a diabetic my family will use sugar. Sugar substitutes have many side effects that are unhealthy any way.

Which brings me to which type of sugar we use, and yes that is important. Don’t go there with me, Dr. Pepper from Dublin, Texas does not taste like the Dr. Pepper from Dallas, TX. The difference is the sweetener. If you really want to bring out good flavored tea, use pure cane sugar, not beet sugar. Pure cane sugar comes from a plant called Sugar Cane. Beet sugar comes from processing a beet. I have found an article from San Francisco Chronicle here. Just so, you don’t think I am uninformed. We always make tea with cane sugar preferably using Imperial Pure Cane Sugar. It is grown in Sugarland, Texas. Personally, I think Imperial has the best sugar in the land. It is the Neiman’s of sugar!

The next time someone is hot and thirsty in your house make them a perfect glass of tea, now you know how to! I promise they will relax and be glad you did. As always, Lipton and Imperial Sugar did not pay me to write this, I will not turn down any coupons or products though if they come my way! My goal is for you to be a great southern host with a glass of tea to envy over.

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Frugality Choices that Work

In my frugal journey, I have come to figure out some very important choices. I have disconnected my VOIP. My home phone is still a basic line, no caller id, no call waiting. Any long distance is on our cell phones or in an emergency. We can call long distance on the home phone. That is a cheaper choice than the long distance plans or the VOIP. See VOIP doesn’t work when you have kids and your number is long distance from school. I also changed our cell numbers so they were all local, we have had our numbers so long that when we got them they were not local numbers. I do have an answering machine but I rarely turn it on, my theory is whoever needs to talk to me has my cell phone. This choice was more of a sanity issue versus frugal. Couching the enjoyment of life is the only reason to strive for frugality I felt good knowing that letting my phone ring when I was not home was okay.

The main difference with my kitchen is we eat what we have, there are times we crave different food but if it is waiting in the frig or cabinet I don’t need to buy more food. Monthly we still go to Sam’s and buy basic food, the food we eat a lot of. I have seen some bloggers say you don’t save that much money, but with having two small stores on the big stuff we save a lot. With those two premises, we buy less and less, if when in doubt you don’t go to the store you don’t spend money. I go to stores overall much less, it helps that I no longer work in retail.

The other costs that I have cut back on is laundry, I found a recipe online from Christi at Motivated to Change for a laundry soap that is perfect for my clothes, I even used it for Dunk’s FFA jacket that was dry clean only. I have one of those fancy front entry washing machines, so not all homemade laundry soap will do. Then I read somewhere that ¼ cup of vinegar is a perfect fabric softener. Years ago, I quit fabric softener all together, but once we bought the fancy machine, I wanted to try it again. The cost of real fabric softener adds a lot of cost per load to each load of laundry. I thought I would try the vinegar on a load that didn’t matter like the boy's jeans. Whoever blogged that it was cost effective and scent effective was completely accurate, the clothes don’t smell like vinegar at all. I then read several other blogs that said the dryer balls you can buy are perfect to fluff your clothes in the dryer. I have always used tennis balls with bulky items like comforters, but these balls have bumps and they work much better. All I buy is the Tide for the boy’s sweaty, stinky clothes. No doubt that is the bulk of my laundry but still no fabric softener only cheap generic vinegar is so much cheaper.

Slowly I have seen an income difference; it takes months of saving for you to feel the difference though. It is like watching grass grow, the result is beautiful but the process is a lot of work. I hadn’t said much about it in awhile but my long term goals have not changed at all.

As a side note, I have decided to update posts that I previously wrote. The tribute to Denise Gallagher has had many hits, and as I find things I add to it. As well I have added to some of my political ramblings. So just because you have read it before doesn't mean it is the same. Tony will remain on top until I can get past it, hopefully God and I can move forward soon. I am being a stubborn learner, so be patient, God has a challenge with me at times. Several online cancer buddies have passed away recently, and Tony and Denise were just too much too soon. My faith is a work in progress, and God knows how I deal with the Beast. I get mad, then I channel the anger and I get over it.

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Changing Rooms

Our changing of the rooms has begun. In my fantasy life I am a decorator with flair of ultimate taste, as long as it is fantasy go big. I like many women watch HGTV with gusto, I get inspired and amazed how a bucket of paint and some cleaning up can make a beautiful room. I will not be painting this summer thankfully. All I am doing is moving Gator into Dunk’s old room, and Sconicle is getting his own room. Dunk will “camp out” with Sconicle till he is fully gone. Dunk has several camps and orientations to go to, plus with his social calendar he sleeps here but that is about it. We see him for about fifteen minutes a day if that.

Gator wants his theme to be camouflage as well as Sconicle, I would prefer somebody not to choose camo but I doubt I can convince either of them to change their minds. I plan to add animals to Sconicle’s with a touch of red. If I told him, he would protest it.

Sconicle’s room is planning to be a bit more fanciful just because he is still young. Gator only wants the media center, bed and his clothes. He truly wants his bow t