i’m wearing yellow socks today. i’ve found that my hippie love for anything burt’s bees extends to not only lotion and soap, but also their socks. if you had driven past the bridge today, you might have seen exploring old trails and enjoying this wonderful weather. i would love it to be just a little… Continue reading out and about

my sister is a crack up. she came up with derek zoolander’s version of D.A.R.E. Drugs Are Ridiculously Edible another sister’s comment about my previous entry was, “stop making all the mother’s cry.” so i’m done with depressing “i’m growing up posts.” i really am excited for what the Lord has for me in the… Continue reading blue steel #2

why should the fire die? played in the backround and a plate with two no-bake cookies sat next to me. i pulled out my school binder and the encyclopedia i was using to research Marie Curie and set to work. i kept glancing at my blue binder, covered with the names of bands i thought… Continue reading to nat and esther

well, i had a perfectly lovely day. thank you all for the “comment” wishes, the e-cards, phone calls, e-mails, cards, and presents. i feel loved and feel like i know the best people in the world.

farewell little girl. hello big girl. BAM! and i’m an adult… or something like that.

i just love going on and on about my birthday. i know, i’m such a self-centered beastly sort of girl. someday i’ll get over myself. march 15, 2003 stayed up until 5:00 in the morning talking. slept four hours and got up. went to the post office for mr. french. went to church to bring… Continue reading just nothings

i turn eighteen in three days. “sixteen years have i lived, and yet so little do i know, and so much remains to be done before i begin to be what i desire – a truly good and useful woman.” i used that last year and i find that it still fits me.

we came home and made chicken noodle soup and biscuits. the conversation around the table resembled a scene from “While You Were Sleeping.” we covered the fact that i’m not actually 18, the cheese was never thrown away, and kellie hitchman was not at sergi’s yesterday. lots of laughs and my mumsie was actually at… Continue reading sunday afternoon

i don’t know how people control themselves when they have a camera in hand. if i’m with someone else i’m fine… but the minute it’s just me, i end up goofing off and getting very blurry… …perhaps someday i’ll actually grow up. then i won’t take silly pictures of myself (and i most certainly would… Continue reading when i grow up

Street after street was lined with quaint beach houses. An assortment of colors graced their sides and they all boasted a view of the ocean. The little yellow house we rented for our week long vacation was but a five minute walk from the beach and we found ourselves strolling along the windy roads to… Continue reading descriptive