5/31/2012

Best of May 2012



My favorite posts are the ones that I enjoyed writing. The ones that I feel describe me most. The ones that said exactly what I meant. It's not easy to decide which one those are. But if I had to pick five from this month, these are the ones that might be on my list . . . 


As for favorite posts from other blogs? That's a hard one too. Guys, I have like a million posts in my dashboard for the month of May. Scrolling through quickly (if that's possible) I would pick . . .


Sophia// Shang Chuan Dao (Life in the 852)
Rainy Day and Mother's Day (Definitely Screaming)
aloha (earworm)
awkward and awesome thursday (Bella Ragazza)
Old Family Treasures (an ordinary utopia)
Forgotten (Fernweh Magazine)
The Burning House (Fernweh Magazine)

What were your favorite posts from this month?

5/29/2012

Give me some input?

     This summer I would like to start some regular blog features. I have several ideas of my own, but I'd like some input from you guys. Which of my posts have you enjoyed the most? What blog features are you interested in? I'm going to tell you some of my ideas, and then I need some feedback and suggestions from you guys. Please? Thanks, you're amazing ;) These are the ideas I've been turning over in my mind . . .

Dear Life
In this feature I would write letters to random objects, people and ideas. This is something I've already done twice (Dear Cat and Dear Shoes) Everyone seemed to enjoy both posts, and I enjoyed writing them. This would be a pretty flexible feature, and it would be interesting to see where it goes. Both of my posts were pretty spontaneous, so I'm not sure how this would go as a regular feature.

Book Stack
To be fair, this is already a pretty regular feature on my blog. (Click here to read the Book Stack posts) However, I think I'd like to change it a little. Mainly, I'd like to post the book stack when I return it to the library instead of when I check it out from the library. I feel like this would be a little more honest because I would only post the books that I actually read. It would also enable me to rate the books, and it would save me from the awkwardness of posting books that I didn't realize were inappropriate. (Because let's face it. That happens.)

Food Powers
It's no secret: Morrises like food. And (if I, as a Morris am allowed to say so), we're pretty good at making seriously tasty food. This feature would probably look a lot like the very popular Lemon Desserts post. It wouldn't necessarily include recipes, because I would feel pretty bad about posting other people's recipes on my blog. On the other hand, my family has some really amazing brownie recipes and Dad and I more or less invented our chicken salad recipe. If it can be called a recipe. It contains a lot of variables.

From the Journal 
This feature would mostly feature pages from my art/quote journal. (See this post for an example) It would mainly focus on quotes and creative lists.

Best of the Month
I am definitely planning on doing this feature. It will be posted at the end of each month, and will feature my favorite posts of the month (from my blog & other blogs). In addition, it will possibly feature my favorite blogs and my plans for the next month.

Pinterest Projects
Pinterest is wonderful. But the sad fact is this: very few of the projects and recipes that I pin actually turn into a project. This feature would be very similar to my Pinterest Challenge. (Just less rules.)

Book Lists
This feature would basically involve me making lists of my favorite books from various genres and groups. (Read Books that made me cry . . . for an example.)

Memories
This would be a fun way to dig through old photos and write about things that make me happy. I can't promise that this feature would be interesting, but I do have some pretty adorable photos and funny stories. 


      So. What do you think? Which features are you interested in? More importantly, which ones are you not interested in? Do you have any additional suggestions? Let me know! You guys are a super important part of this blog =)

5/28/2012

Memorial Day Vacation

Jason/Piper and Pookie/The Avengers/Brunch/Bonfire/Strawberries
     We had a lovely Memorial Day vacation. We got to spend a lot of time with both sides of the family, and we got to see our cousins and most of our Morris aunts and uncles. A huge outline of our trip would probably be tedious, so I'll just make a list of the highlights . . .

  • The Morris girls went out for brunch at a little cafe in downtown Delavan.
  • Sam and I went to see The Avengers with Mom, Dad, and our aunts and uncles.
  • We had shrimp and crab rangoon for dinner on Saturday night.
  • Our wonderful friends the Smiths spent the evening with us at Grandma and Grandpa's, and we had a huge bonfire.
  • We went to church with both sides of the family, and had barbecue for lunch. 
  • On Sunday we had dinner with Grandma W. and Uncle Paul, and we got to meet Uncle Paul's girlfriend.
  • We (Sam, Ben, and I) went strawberry-picking earlier today with Uncle Bob, Aunt Heather, Aunt Carolyn and Grandma M.

     So yes. It was lovely. We woke up early and sat around Grandma's kitchen table. We took the dogs on long walks around Grandma's farm.We played with our adorable cousins. We had delicious meals at Grandma M's house. We lay in the grass and looked at the stars and had wonderful conversations with our friends. It was good. And now? I think I shall crash ;)

Photo inspiration from Life in the 852 and Tease Your Toes.
Source for The Avengers photo can be found here.

5/24/2012

Dear Shoes


Dear Shoes,
     It has been several weeks since I said goodbye to you. I must admit that I am not saddened by your absence. You might be interested to hear that independence agrees with me very much. I am doing quite well on my own, and I keep company with footwear that is far more gracious and agreeable. Perhaps we may remain on amiable terms, but I have no intention of returning to our previous relationship. It was much too controlling and confining, and I believe that I have greatly benefited from our parting of ways. I hope that there are no hard feelings between us.

Sincerely,
Lydia

Dear Readers and Followers . . . we are headed to Illinois for Memorial Day. I will be back on Monday. Till then!

5/23/2012

Funky Little Succulents

      We always like to look at the cacti and succulents when we go to Lowe's. I loove the rubbery succulents. They're so funky and alien-looking. They're also expensive. Needless to say, we were extremely excited when Lowe's marked all the plants down to 50%. It was kind of like Christmas. I'm not always a plant person, but I'm very excited about these. I love them! And I'm a complete sucker for anything that comes in miniature. Mom and the boys are going to make terrariums for their plants. I bought five different kinds for myself (see below) and I'm still thinking about the possibilities. I've been working on a major room clean-out, and I have TONS of extra tin cans and teacups, so I might plant them in those. I'd like to do something really unique with them. Hopefully my bedroom gets enough sun for them. And hopefully a miracle happens and I don't kill them. Heehee. I don't have much of a green thumb :-/

5/22/2012

Good Pens

Yeah, I know you typically read from top to bottom. My bad. ;P
     I wrote a post a while ago . . . not exactly sure when. Anyway, I happened to mention the fact that I have favorite pens. To me, it was hilarious how many people responded to that little bit about pens. (Hm . . do any of you write a lot?) Anyway. That's the inspiration for this short post. The pens shown above are my favorite pens. Here's why I like them . . .

Pen #1 has lovely, thick, and very black ink. It's almost like a gel pen. I like to use it in my sadly neglected journal, and I like to use it for outlining geometric shapes and pathetic sketches ;)
Pen #2 has a very nice shape and writes smoothly. I think I mainly like the way it looks. lol.
Pen #3 might be the best all around. It has a really sharp and nice point. It writes smoothly. The ink is pretty decent. The shape is amazing. It's thick, round and easy to hold. It doesn't have clips hanging off of it that will snag on things; and it doesn't have a cap to keep track of. It's sturdy and comfortable.

Who else hoards and steals nice pens? What are your requirements for a "good pen"?

5/21/2012

You Are My Sunshine

      Summer is coming along rather nicely. Last night I made some cut-out letters to go above my bulletin board. I've been wanting to do this for a while . . . I've seen it around Pinterest, and also in two blog posts (Life in the 852: Bella//Weekly Instagram) & (Definitely Screaming: Christmas Lights and Paper Butterflies) Most of the ones I've seen were cut out of magazines, but I wanted more pastel colors, so I put a little twist on it and used some old maps. I have several old atlases that I've picked up at thrift stores . . . they're very handy for this sort of thing.
     It took me a while to settle on a phrase or quote. Yesterday I was thinking about songs that "belong" to me because they contain so many memories. This is a song that my mom used to sing to Sam and I when we were little. It brings back memories of rocking chairs and quilts and dark, safe rooms. I also have a porcelain music box that my grandma bought on the day I was born, and it plays the same tune. I've grown up winding this song over and over again. It's not so much the verses I remember. I think Mom just sang the chorus. I can hear her singing it, and I can hear my music box tinkling away . . .

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.


P.S. This is my 300th post. I'm quite happy ^_^

5/19/2012

Tour the bookcases . . .

     Reading runs in the family. For us, bookcases are household essentials. They're almost as necessary as the refrigerator. The contents of our bookcases vary according to their location. In the schoolroom, we have a lovely built-in wall of bookcases. They contain encyclopedias, bird guides, textbooks, hymnbooks, coloring books, and lots of school books (especially Sonlight books) In the living room, we have a tall bookcase that almost reaches the ceiling. It contains literally hundreds of picture books, as well as several different book sets (including Jungle Doctor, Little House on the Prairie, and Winnie the Pooh)
     Proceeding upstairs, you'll find our personal bookcases. I have a decent sized bookcase that's jammed full of paperbacks, hardbacks, brand-new books, vintage books, and just plain old books. I'm not real picky. I have Agatha Christie mysteries, lots of classics that I intend to read some day, a couple of books from when I was little and most of my favorite books (I tend to collect my favorites)          The bookcase in Ben and Jason's room is full of everyone's favorite childhood books. The Happy Hollisters, The Boxcar Children, the Burgess books, B is for Betsy. The list could go on and on. As for Sam . . he's a very particular and selective book collector. Most of his books are in perfect condition and belong in a set. His most outstanding collections include Redwall, Artemis Fowl, The Chronicles of Narnia, Shel Silverstein poems, and the Peter and the Starcatchers series.
     Mom's bookcase doesn't contain a lot of fiction, so the books mostly reflect her interests. Lots of books on gardening, parenting/homeschooling, various Bible topics . . . I think she even has books about books! As for Dad, I'm not sure what he has except for a huge stack of P.G. Wodehouse books and a few Louis L'Amour books. =)

So what about you? What do your family's bookcases look like?

5/18/2012

Gorgeous Doggies

     Taking photographs of yourself is extremely awkward. I've concluded that my personality hates it. I believe the picture on the right proves my point. And as for the one on the left . . . what is that splotch next to my head? Washed out bird poop? Hm, maybe trampolines aren't the best place for self-portraits. Haha.
     So anyway. I deserted the hopeless quest for "about me" photos (sticks out tongue) and took pictures of the dogs instead. D'you see Pookie's log? It's her favorite. She carries it around in her mouth. It's more than four inches in diameter. I am not kidding. This is why Pookie has an interesting reputation.
     Aw look, it's me and my hyper Piper. Sam took a picture of us :-)   
  
 They're so gorgeous and funny and adorable. I loves them. ^_^

5/17/2012

Checklist

Of course I'm gorgeous. Now quit taking pictures of me. You're boring me excessively.
     I'm fighting the internet. Today I made a list of things that I need/want to do, and I'm checking them off as I go. Nothing gives such an instant sense of accomplishment as checking something off a list. At the moment, it's right about two o'clock and this is what I've checked off . . .

Ate breakfast/made bed (yes, both of those are accomplishments)
Walked the dog
Read a chapter of the Bible
Read 50+ pages of Villette (Charlotte Bronte)
Did some bedroom cleanup & organizing
Made potato soup for lunch
Finished up laundry (still a work in progress :p)

I still have to . . .
Bake something sweet (yum)
Write a letter back to Grandma
Switch out some dress buttons
Take some self-portraits (ugh. I hate profile pics)
Get out guitar for at least ten minutes
Clean the kitchen

Now we shall see which of those happen (!)

      We all got letters from Aunt Carolyn today. She's a good letter writer :) And right now? Technically I'm doing laundry. But mostly I'm pestering Taffy with a camera, and making sure that she doesn't sit on my clean laundry. Oh. And I'm on the internet :-/ Yeah. Okay, back to being responsible. Internet, I refuse to fall into your endless black hole. I will use you, not the other way around (ahem) ;)

5/16/2012

Without Little Boys

     I'm glad I have little boys in my life. Without them . . . I don't know. I think life would be pretty boring. Without little boys I wouldn't know what it's like to have a pillow fight on a trampoline. Without little boys I wouldn't know very many jokes about burps and farts (keeping it real here). Without little boys there would be no hysterical giggles to make a cheesy movie hilarious. Without little boys I wouldn't know what K'nex are, and I wouldn't recognize which Lego pieces are "good ones." Without little boys there would be no one to appreciate my stupid stories and my weird suggestions. Without little boys nobody would be delighted when I make waffles and fried potatoes for lunch. Without little boys life wouldn't be half as fun as it is.

Tutorial: Sharing Music on Your Blog (With Grooveshark)

 NOTE: This is a super long tutorial, so do me the favor of clicking the "read more" button, okay?

     I first found out about Grooveshark via an ordinary utopia. Previously, I had been using Playlist. The two websites are actually based on similar concepts, but it only took me a few minutes to decide that Grooveshark was far superior. For one thing, Grooveshark has a lot more music available, and in general the music is a lot higher quality. (You aren't as likely to run into songs that don't work or aren't recorded well.) It's also more aesthetically interesting and pleasant. Also (and this is the important part) Grooveshark offers a highly customizable music gadget that works beautifully. Curious? Let's talk about it =)

Part 1: Generating the Gadget
     Generating a code for your music gadget is very easy. First (obviously) you need to create a playlist or find the song that you want to share. To share a playlist, you need to go to the main page for that playlist and find the "Share" button. (It's highlighted in the clip below.)

     When you click on the "Share" button, a little window will pop up. You want to find the little green arrow icon in the bottom left-hand corner. (see below)

5/15/2012

Books that made me cry . . .

     I rarely cry when I read books. Why? I can't really say. It's not that I'm unemotional. It's certainly not that I don't love books, and it's not that I don't get involved with stories. Maybe I'm just not a crier. Nah, that's not true. I cry plenty in real life over lots of stupid things. Anyway, what it comes down to is this: I can only think of four books that made me cry. As I'm sure you can tell from the pictures, those four books were: Milkweed, To Kill a Mockingbird, Old Yeller, and Black Beauty. I lovelove the first two books, as I'm sure you all know. (I've talked about them plenty.) The last two? To tell the truth, I kind of hate them.

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    To Kill a Mockingbird is possibly my most favorite book of all time. I talk about it a lot. (You can read my latest comments on it here, and you can also read a really old review of it here.) Now I suppose there's plenty of poetic moments where I could've cried, but it's that little scene where Jem comes out of the courtroom crying and protesting that it's not fair. That was when I couldn't fight back my tears.
     Milkweed is another book that I've talked about before. I don't know exactly why this book is my favorite World War II story, but it is. I'm sure you probably think that I cried because someone died in a concentration camp, or something horrible happened to one of the characters. But really I cried at the end of the book, and I cried because the main character became a pathetic old man. An old man who still didn't understand what had happened, and an old man who stood on street corners and babbled helplessly about his lost friends to anyone who would listen. It was the saddest picture ever, and I cried my eyes out.
    Now concerning Old Yeller . . . the truth is, I only vaguely remember the story. Mostly I remember that it was required reading for school, and I also remember the sinking feeling I had when I saw it, because I knew that the dog was going to die. Why do people write books for children about dogs dying? I have a very unfortunate loathing for dog stories, and it's all because I read too many dog books with horrible endings when I was only eight years old. *makes face*
     As for Black Beauty? Well I don't like to admit it, but I have hated the story of Black Beauty for years. It's my own fault, really. I think I tried to read it when I was six or seven. Seriously, what kid reads Black Beauty when they're seven? Anyway, it was too much for me, and ever since then, I have considered it an unspeakably horrific book. I should probably read it again, especially since I liked My Friend Flicka. But I don't know. I just can't get over that awful first impression when I cried all day over Black Beauty.

What about you? Do books make you cry? Or, more specifically, which books made/make you cry?

all images via Goodreads

5/14/2012

Their tops are made of rubber, their bottoms are made of springs.

    I do not have anything particularly poetic to say. So instead, I am going to inform you (rather belatedly) that I did a guest post at Bella Ragazza today. I'd also like to tell you about two things: the toad story, and my-freaking-out-happy-news. Ready? Okay.

     Happy news first: I got a laptop! Yay! That's pretty exciting for me, as I'm sure you all know (seeing as I've complained about my state of non-laptopness for several weeks now.) Also, this is definitely an upgrade, partly because it's a way better computer, and also because I get to use the internet on it (with certain rules, of course) so I get to do cool stuff like blogging on it. And also . . . er, school. Yay. Real enthusiastic about that. Seriously though, it will be way better than having epic Sam-Lydia battles over who needs the computer most desperately. Haha.

      And now the toad story: A few nights ago, Sam and I were feeding the dogs. The dog food is kept in a metal trash bin next to the garage, so I went through the backyard gate which leads to the driveway. Sam, however, decided to go through the garage door. I arrived at the trash can at the exact moment that he ducked under the half-open garage door. I took a step towards the metal can, and my foot hit something huge and squishy, and it flew in the air. I squealed, of course, and then I started giggling hysterically. The toad (of course it was a toad, can't you read titles?) flew right under Sam's face, and he screamed (which is rare) and I kept on giggling hysterically. Anyway. It was pretty hilarious, because I kicked a toad across the driveway and Sam screamed.

     Later on in the evening, another dog-related story occurred, but it's quite elaborate. So I'll save it for later. I should probably attend to my kitchen chores now. I kind of skipped them, because Dad, Ben, Jason and I drove to the store to get my laptop. Correction: I drove to the store. It was freaky. But oh well. Growing up is kind of fun and scary at the same time.

P.S. No photo for this post. I am disappointed in myself, but it can't be helped.
P.P.S. I am going to camp out on the trampoline tonight with the boys. I don't know how they convinced me. I totally reserve the right to go back to my own bed whenever I choose. 
P.P.P.S. I have no explanation for the title. I've just had the tigger song in my head for a few days now. Anyway, it actually seems appropriate, considering what I'm doing tonight.

5/13/2012

Happy Mother's Day!


Happy Mother's Day to my lovely Mom and wonderful Grandma W. & Grandma M.

5/12/2012

Escape . . .

          Last night we escaped. At least that's how I felt. The last few weeks have been . . . I don't know, just a little depressing and hard. Too many disappointments, and too many tough things to recover from. I am so, so grateful that Grandma doesn't need chemo or radiation, but I think the whole cancer thing (as well as several other huge issues) have really wore our family out.
     We didn't have any exciting destinations to go to. We just drove one or two hours into Tennessee in search of thrift stores and restaurants. Nothing especially exciting happened. Dad's phone sent us to the post office instead of to the Goodwill, so we were forced to rely on our own wits. Sam found a rubik's cube that he wanted in a grab bag bin, so we spent a good fifteen minutes stuffing the rest of the bag with little plastic toys. We ended up eating at a dingy little Pizza Hut that had absolutely horrible service. We waited fifty minutes for our pizza, and then we had to eat it with plastic forks. Classy, right? Oh well, by the time we got our pizza we were so hungry that it tasted amazing.
     The ride back home was a little noisy. Ben and Jason got into an argument over a stuffed chicken from the grab bag, so I auctioned it off to Jason for seventy-five cents. Everyone was a little loud and obnoxious (myself perhaps included.) We got home at eleven. But it was good. We haven't had that sort of adventure in a long, long time.
     This morning we woke up late and had cherry pie for breakfast. It was lovely =) Then we took a shopping trip and had leftovers for lunch. Right now Dad is giving the boys haircuts, and Ben and Jason are making "awards" for their cats out of construction paper. Believe me, they are seriously competitive when it comes to their cats, and they each get horribly offended if someone compliments the other person's cat. I'm not sure what the awards are for, but apparently the best cat is the one with the most awards. And me? Well, I need to get the kitchen cleaned up, but before I go, I'll tack on a picture of my thrift store loot and also one of the glorious cherry pie ;)
1) yellow paper parasol. 2) vintage clothing patterns. 3) miniature paper parasols. 4) big soup mug with flowers on the side. 5) various little animals from the grab bag. 6) metal picture frame. 7) Villette by Charlotte Bronte.
Cherry pie with crumble crust ^_^
P.S. my little koala is missing from the picture. he's adorable. we'll have a picture of him later.
P.P.S. Comment please?    

5/11/2012

{These Days}

{Enjoying}
The beginning of summer. It's been awfully lovely so far.

{Craving}
Cherry pie. If we had cherry filling, I would make one right now, on the spot.

{Organizing}
 My bedroom and my craft table. Re-doing my walls and bulletin board. Switching up my inspiration and creative space. 

{Feeling}
Kind of lonely. Wishing that I had someone who would come sit on my bed and just talk for hours and hours. 

{Loving}  
Ideal Bookshelf and 365 Lucky Days. Coolest. projects. ever. (no kidding)

{Listening}
To Frank Sinatra and Fernando Ortega while I clean my room.

{Hoping}
The little boys didn't notice that I stole their CD player ;)
 

5/10/2012

Can we disagree nicely?

     You know what makes me mad? It makes me mad when people can't disagree nicely and resort to anger and insults. To be particular, it especially makes me mad when people are nasty on the internet, and it just plain makes me cringe when it's Christian people that I see doing it. I wish, wish, wish that people would follow some basic rules of decency. Is it too much to ask? If we claim to represent Christ, than we ought to stand out as something different. I am by no means the authority, but I wish that people would follow some simple rules, such as . . .
1. No name-calling. Ever. Calling people names does not validate your point and it does not make people inclined to listen to you.

2. Don't insult people's intelligence, and don't say that they're stupid. An idea is not automatically stupid because you disagree with it. Same applies to people that you don't agree with. Example? Take the evolution vs. creation debate. (I believe in six-day creation.) I remember being absolutely horrified when I opened my Biology textbook and saw the section where they addressed evolution. Why? Because instead of truly discussing the theory of evolution, they had filled that section with hideous cartoons and caricatures of "stupid" evolutionists. How was that healthy or helpful? It wasn't. Evolutionists are human beings. Perhaps some of them are stupid, but some of them are quite intelligent. Evolution was carefully thought out. It wasn't like Darwin decided one day, "Oh, I hate God, so I think I'll claim that my ancestor was a monkey." No. Just no. Needless to say, my parents bought me a different textbook. 

3. Don't claim expertise, especially if you don't possess it. I constantly see Christians make fools of themselves because they think that being a Christian makes them an expert. Guess what? It doesn't! Example: My family and I heard a man at a home Bible study give a talk on creation and science. This particular man believed that anyone who reads Genesis knows all about science. It was horribly painful for us to listen to (especially since my Dad has taught science for many years.) The man was extremely ignorant and stated many, many wrong facts. I didn't catch them all or remember them all, but I do recall that towards the end of the talk he informed us that the core of the Earth was made out of water. WHAT? Yep. I cannot imagine having to explain his talk to a non-Christian. (Because, of course, he managed to claim that all of his wrong facts were Biblical truths.) Guys, don't claim that you're a science expert, because you'll probably end up looking very, very stupid. (Yes, I just broke Rule #2)

4. Please don't tell people you disagree with that you will pray for them. If they ask, that's one thing. But if they don't? Saying that you're going to pray for them because they are obviously stupid//are going to hell//don't want to know the truth, is just plain nasty, rude, and mean. It's disgusting. Don't do it. I'm almost certain that you would not be happy if a Muslim or Hindu told you that they were going to pray for you. Don't do it to them. I'm not saying that you shouldn't pray for them. I'm saying that you shouldn't stick out your tongue and say "Nah-nah-nah boo boo, I'm going to pray for you-hoo!"

     Okay. That's the end of my rant. I am not saying that we shouldn't stand up for what we believe in. I am saying that we should be considerate and decent human beings while we go about it. There is a place for speaking harsh words . . . the apostle Paul had some very harsh words to say to people and so did Jesus. What is that place? I don't know. I just know that it really upsets me when I'm on a random internet page (Pandora, Goodreads, or even Pinterest) and I see a plethora of hate-comments coming from Christians. (directed at not only non-Christians, but also their fellow Christians) That is not right.
     Overall, I think we should pick our battles carefully. In addition, we ought to be kind, courteous and reasonable. Why is it that many people see Christians as nasty and unreasonable? I have a good guess, and it doesn't always feature us as "poor, persecuted saints."

P.S. Comment? You guys have been neglecting me. I miss my comments =(
Heehee

5/09/2012

Hey Boo.

"Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks."
     I love this book. It's a book that makes me think. I first read it when I was twelve or thirteen, I think. In a strange way, it feels like my story. Maybe it's because I was very impressionable when I read it. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to have parents who stand up for the truth. Maybe it just echoes some of the thoughts that go on in my head. For some reason it really clicks with me. To Kill a Mockingbird will always be my favorite thinking book. What's yours?

5/07/2012

I want to live where it's beautiful.

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I want to live in the mountains. Far far away from the beaten path. So high up that silence can be felt and heard. Where majesty reigns and each day is achingly beautiful. 

I want to live in a houseboat. Floating along, the scene always changing and yet always the same. Water underneath and around my little home. Light reflecting the water's movements. 

I want to live in a mobile home. Traveling across the United States. Seeing all the famous landmarks, and discovering wonderful, hidden places. Mingling with tourists from around the world. Taking the time to spend a few days in each place. 

I want to live in an old house. With hidden nooks and crannies. Charming details that are unexpected and imperfectly wonderful. Gentle creakings, and thoughts of people from the past. All the essence of the past and all the hopes for the future in one place. 

I want to live in the city. To see if I could thrive with all that stimulation. Lots of color, art, food, music . . . so many places to go. Amazing things happening all around. People to watch, observe, spy on. Inspiration, and a small apartment where creating happens.




     Most of all? I want to live where it's beautiful. I want to live with and near the people I love. I want to live where creativity can thrive. I want to live somewhere unusual, but I want to be able to feel at home. I want to live among like-minded people who can encourage me and help me grow. I want to live among different people who can stretch me and make me grow. I want to live where silence can be found, and I want to live where there is more than silence.
     Maybe I'm saying that I could live anywhere or that I want to live in many different places. Maybe I'm saying that I want to find a forever-home. Maybe I just want beauty and love, and maybe I realize that there are so many ways to find that. Truth, love, beauty, people, creativity. That's what I love in life, and that's what I want out of life. I want to live wherever I find that, and I want to find that wherever I live. <3

5/05/2012

Snippet of a Story

    “I feel like a dead waffle.” Shannon wasn’t listening. She was performing a weird little tap-dance on the curb. “I feel,” I said, my voice rising in pitch, “like a murdered waffle!” Shannon’s feet stopped moving; she teetered dangerously on the curb, and blinked at me from underneath her bangs.
    “Waffles,” she pronounced, “cannot die. Things that are not living cannot die, because they never lived. In order to die you have to live.”
    “So?” I howled, “It’s a metaphor! And I just so happen to metaphorically feel like a dead waffle.”
    “Murdered waffle.” Shannon grinned at me. “You said murdered waffle.” She sat down abruptly on the curb, and her knees collided awkwardly with her chin.


    And that, dear readers, is a sample of my "creative writing." Actually, it's the sort of thing that I write to amuse my little brothers. They thought this one was particularly hilarious, especially when I told them that it was supposed to be a caricature of me and Sam. (Hm. Guess which one was me?)
     Anyway. I'll probably be annoyed with myself for posting this later on. But I feel singularly un-creative right now, so I was obliged to dig up something embarrassing from my old files.
     I also needed to point out that I re-did the design (again). And I love it. It's definitely staying. The other design looked nice, but I didn't love it (or even like it that much). I also have a new blog button to match. It's lovely too. And . . .  erm . . . that's all I have to say. So . . . Toodles!

5/04/2012

The Book Stack

Perelandra - C. S. Lewis
Flowers for Algernon - Daniel Keyes
Mara, Daughter of the Nile - Eloise Jarvis Mcgraw
A Wind in the Door - Madeleine L'Engle
The Short Reign of Pippin IV - John Steinback
Dancing Shoes - Noel Streatfield
Thunderhead - Mary O'Hara
The Pat Hobby Stories - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Penny from Heaven - Jennifer L. Holm
Wonderstruck - Brian Selznick

     We went to Memphis today to make our library trip and do a little thrift store shopping. We haven't been to the library for more than a month O.o
     Unfortunately I left my book-list behind, so I kind of cobbled stuff together and tried to remember my list as well as I could. Mara, Daughter of the Nile is a re-read. Dancing Shoes is from a series that I loved when I was a little girl. Perelandra is the second book in a space/science fiction series by C.S. Lewis. I'm currently reading the first book, Out of the Silent Planet. (more on that soon) I have high expectations for Thunderhead, and I'm hoping that The Short Reign of Pippin IV is as funny as it looks.
     I also got a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird at a thrift store. I was pretty excited about it. To Kill a Mockingbird is definitely one of my very, very favorite books, and I've been wanting a copy for a while. I'm really looking forward to re-reading it soon ^_^

5/03/2012

Me & Summer

Constellations by Jack Johnson on Grooveshark
        Summer. It's so close. And I can't help making a list in my head of all the marvelous things that this summer is going to consist of.
     I want to read every day. I want to clear my desk and sharpen a huge jar of pencils and write a thousand letters. I want to go to the library and check out a million books and stack them up to the ceiling. I want to write in a notebook with a pencil every single day. I want to go wading in a creek and swimming in a river. I want to be creative. I don't want to depend on the computer to make me feel creative. I want a huge canvas to paint on. I want to see a storm roll in, and feel the rush of the wind, and hear lightning and see thunder. I want to dance in the sprinkler and I want to have a water fight. I want to go barefoot and I want to jump on the trampoline. I want to learn to play the guitar. I want to take a road-trip. I want to catch fireflies. I want to look at the stars. I want to spend a week at Grandma's. I want to work on everything wholeheartedly. I want to be with my family every day and I want to love like crazy. I want to be the person that I need to be for myself, and I want to be the person that I need to be for others. In a nutshell those are my goals and expectations for the summer. <3

P.S. While we're at it, I think it's safe to say that I'd also like a porch swing and an orange popsicle. Maybe even an orange hat. 

5/01/2012

Celebrate!

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I am in a celebrating mood.
On monday we took the spanish final.
This morning we handed in our 8-10 page research paper.
We also handed in our algebra take-home test . . .
and we re-took the math compass test (for statistical reasons).
We got some extra credit for doing the math compass. oh yeah! . . . 
and tonight we did our piano recital.
I played my piece pretty well . . .
and I got a new dress that I really like.
It's a flapper-esque sort of dress with ruffles and fringe-y stuff.  
Now we just have the algebra and history final.
We'll do okay, I think.
For right now I just feel relief, because the busy part is over with.
And that's why I feel like celebrating.

I'm excited for tomorrow.
I still have some studying to do . . .
but not as much, so I'll have time for blogging. 
I'll also have time to clean my room . . .
which is not so exciting.
But I'll survive it.
I'm learning that survival isn't as bad as I always seem to think it is. 
I have some things planned! 
In case you're wondering. 
Marvelous things are in store ;)
Can't wait to start writing again.
I have some pretty strong opinions that might make their appearance soon. 
It's time to do some Pinterest projects again. 
But I think that right now I'm ready to sleep. 
Sleeping sounds wonderful
And I don't really know why I'm writing my post like this.
But these are my thoughts.
And this is how they're coming out.
I figure you can probably handle it. 
Till tomorrow! 
I am,
yours truly,
A big fat smiley face.
:-)



With a long nose.