Good morning! Hope this little tune puts a smile on your face. : )
7.09.2011
7.08.2011
A Full House
What a relaxing day! Today has been filled with watching Amelie, a visit from brother, and grilling s'mores. (+ summer school is over!) Mom, dad, brother, and I are lounging around after stuffing our mouths with Santa Maria Tri-tip, corn, grilled onions, spinach salad, and grilled beans. Feast. It's nights like tonight that I can't help but be filled with complete thanks for the people I call family- dad, mom, brother. They are three fabulous hearts and have loved me more in the last 20 years than I could ever dream of being loved.
Now I need to go get another s'more...
Now I need to go get another s'more...
7.07.2011
Finals Day
Today is finals day at the University of North Texas, so I'll be taking a giant rain check on the blog.
It's my blog.
I'm autonomous.
I do what I want.
Love, love, love!
It's my blog.
I'm autonomous.
I do what I want.
Love, love, love!
7.06.2011
Little Joys
I'm sitting in my corner chair, the one that rocks back and forth. The light above me is too bright, but I'm too lazy to dim it. I'm writing this morning because my heart is full, and I have blogged so consistently for so long that I feel the pressure to keep it up. But mainly because my heart is full. When it is, I have this instinct to write. And write. I tend to bounce around the joys in my heart, in my head, until I need to spill in an electronic journal. Some of those little joys I will share with you--
My toenails are painted the most delicious lilac color, lacey lilac.
Postman Pat delivered a package yesterday with my name on it.
Lyndsay comes home today. I hope...
I made someone cry. In a good way.
Summer schools dies Friday morning at 10:45.
Stepping Heavenward has catapulted my heart closer to the Lord's.
I made progress. Just in general- in life. I made progress.
And I'm walking as a beloved daughter of God.
---
When we were overwhelmed with sins, You forgave our transgressions.
My toenails are painted the most delicious lilac color, lacey lilac.
Postman Pat delivered a package yesterday with my name on it.
Lyndsay comes home today. I hope...
I made someone cry. In a good way.
Summer schools dies Friday morning at 10:45.
Stepping Heavenward has catapulted my heart closer to the Lord's.
I made progress. Just in general- in life. I made progress.
And I'm walking as a beloved daughter of God.
---
When we were overwhelmed with sins, You forgave our transgressions.
7.05.2011
I Survived...
A day at the Thompson's lake house.
Yesterday morning, myself and three wonderful folks, Mr. Don, Sarah L., and Hank, the female dog, loaded up and headed out to the Thompson family lake house. We had an absolute blast, and I returned home sun-soaked, exhausted, and fully pleased with the day's events.
---
After floating in the lake for who knows how long and after Chris prepared the kayak, he and I jumped in and paddled around for a while. Correction: He paddled until I decided I wanted to help. We went in and around what I wanted to be secret coves and glided on the water as if it were glass. After slipping back past our friends, we headed into the big water...(!). It was so calm though, I felt like I was dreaming. Once we made it out a ways, we just drifted. I turned around to Chris and said, "I'm pretending I'm on a boat in the middle of some sea in Scotland or Ireland." I'm pretty sure he tried a Scottish accent as we headed back to the dock.
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Then, it was time to take the boat out. And Sarah and I, of course, were the first to tube. What. An. Adventure! I literally could tube all day long, in my sleep, while I'm eating, etc. I love it! Mr. Don pulled us for a good 30 minutes, but we were anxiously pulled in so the men (+me) could wakeboard.
---
So, Pat was up on the wakeboard first, then Chris, then Mr. Don, then I daringly and bravely suggested I should try it. After all, that's all that matters. Thus begins the story of me wakeboarding. Chris basically took care of all things wakeboard for me; he situated the board on the back of the boat, tightened up the boots, etc. When I got ready to jump into the water I found this to be a predicament. I really had no idea how I was supposed to get into the water without face planting and hoping I would make it out alive. The next five minutes happened as follows: Chris picked me up, threw me into the water, jumped in after me (because I was upside down), and flipped me + the board back over. I got a quick lesson from that kid, then motioned I was ready once he got back into the boat. Mr. Don straightened the rope, I grabbed on, the boat accelerated, and before I knew it, I was wakeboarding! I looked up, saw Sarah waving her arms and Chris jumping, laughing, and waving his arms around. Both of them, especially Chris, doubted my abilities.
What. a. surprise! The only bad part was that I was only taught how to get up, but not what to do after. I think that's because Chris didn't even think I could get up. Boys, shmoys. I only tried a couple more times, but came out of the water smiling.
---
Blah, blah, blah, then Chris and I tubed and reverted to our 12 year old selves full of awkward moments and really really great times. We ate, floated around some more, and then I came home to dad singing Katy Perry's Firework.
I'm pretty sure this 4th of July tops the charts. Next year, I hope to come in contact with sparklers and roman candles. Can't wait!
Yesterday morning, myself and three wonderful folks, Mr. Don, Sarah L., and Hank, the female dog, loaded up and headed out to the Thompson family lake house. We had an absolute blast, and I returned home sun-soaked, exhausted, and fully pleased with the day's events.
---
After floating in the lake for who knows how long and after Chris prepared the kayak, he and I jumped in and paddled around for a while. Correction: He paddled until I decided I wanted to help. We went in and around what I wanted to be secret coves and glided on the water as if it were glass. After slipping back past our friends, we headed into the big water...(!). It was so calm though, I felt like I was dreaming. Once we made it out a ways, we just drifted. I turned around to Chris and said, "I'm pretending I'm on a boat in the middle of some sea in Scotland or Ireland." I'm pretty sure he tried a Scottish accent as we headed back to the dock.
---
Then, it was time to take the boat out. And Sarah and I, of course, were the first to tube. What. An. Adventure! I literally could tube all day long, in my sleep, while I'm eating, etc. I love it! Mr. Don pulled us for a good 30 minutes, but we were anxiously pulled in so the men (+me) could wakeboard.
---
So, Pat was up on the wakeboard first, then Chris, then Mr. Don, then I daringly and bravely suggested I should try it. After all, that's all that matters. Thus begins the story of me wakeboarding. Chris basically took care of all things wakeboard for me; he situated the board on the back of the boat, tightened up the boots, etc. When I got ready to jump into the water I found this to be a predicament. I really had no idea how I was supposed to get into the water without face planting and hoping I would make it out alive. The next five minutes happened as follows: Chris picked me up, threw me into the water, jumped in after me (because I was upside down), and flipped me + the board back over. I got a quick lesson from that kid, then motioned I was ready once he got back into the boat. Mr. Don straightened the rope, I grabbed on, the boat accelerated, and before I knew it, I was wakeboarding! I looked up, saw Sarah waving her arms and Chris jumping, laughing, and waving his arms around. Both of them, especially Chris, doubted my abilities.
What. a. surprise! The only bad part was that I was only taught how to get up, but not what to do after. I think that's because Chris didn't even think I could get up. Boys, shmoys. I only tried a couple more times, but came out of the water smiling.
---
Blah, blah, blah, then Chris and I tubed and reverted to our 12 year old selves full of awkward moments and really really great times. We ate, floated around some more, and then I came home to dad singing Katy Perry's Firework.
I'm pretty sure this 4th of July tops the charts. Next year, I hope to come in contact with sparklers and roman candles. Can't wait!
And here I am! Wakeboarding pro, obviously.
7.04.2011
Happy Fourth, Friends
I hope you're all enjoying fire works, hot dogs, swimming pools, friends, and the heat!
I'll hopefully be spending some time at a friend's lake house, soaking up the sun, and eating plenty of blueberry crumb bars!
I'll hopefully be spending some time at a friend's lake house, soaking up the sun, and eating plenty of blueberry crumb bars!
(P.C.: Weheartit)
7.01.2011
Thank You
Thank You for--
Sweet sleep and
Sleepless nights;
Loneliness and
Perfect company;
Sidesplitting laughter and
Gentle tears;
Ample time and
Self-inflicted busyness;
Open ears and
Open mouths;
Evening swims and
Morning coffee;
Reliance and
Dependence;
Intimacy and
Distance;
Burning anticipation and
Undesired doubt.
Thank You for these things and so much more.
Sweet sleep and
Sleepless nights;
Loneliness and
Perfect company;
Sidesplitting laughter and
Gentle tears;
Ample time and
Self-inflicted busyness;
Open ears and
Open mouths;
Evening swims and
Morning coffee;
Reliance and
Dependence;
Intimacy and
Distance;
Burning anticipation and
Undesired doubt.
Thank You for these things and so much more.
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