Today has been wonderful.
First of all, I woke up with some sore feet because yesterday, Abbie and I went to White Water and walked around barefoot all day (obviously)...and also because I got a little excited about this new pedicure tool I got. Yeah, anyway, I was SUPPOSED to go hiking with Heather, and I was planning to just tough it out, but she texted me and cancelled the hike due to some lack of sleeping on her part...so I, secretly relieved, acquiesced to a pool trip instead...
Which actually never happened, either. Boo.
However, a thunderstorm did. And don't we all know it- I. Love. Thunderstorms. It's something about growing up in the South. Anyway, Heather came over here instead, where we all had a lazy pajama day, listening to the rain, eating cookies made by Ethan (who claims that you can't be a "real missionary" until you know how to make cookies- take notes, Ev), and watching wedding movies (The Wedding Planner, followed by My Best Friend's Wedding). No real purpose to that, they were just looking like good choices on Netflix today.
Also noteworthy about Heather's visit was this sweet Florentine (?) journal. I say Florentine without any real clue if that's a real term or not- but also because it's from Florence! And it's sick! It's leather-bound and awesome. And I'm excited to finish my current journal so that I can start into this one!
After eight cookies each (no, really, eight) and TWO movies, we needed offs from the couch, so...we did the other thing that girls do best. (Other than eating.) We went..shopping. And I got some cute new things from H&M that I like to call my "back to school shopping," which really should be called, "results of H&M having sweet clearance deals and me being weak."
I dropped Heather off, went home and ate some quick dinner, and then loaded up Amelie to go to Starbucks, where we met Marly and visited over a Vanilla Bean frappe. We loved this outing, because one of us got to color on the backs of some old receipts AND half of the treat...and the other one of us was just happy that the other one was happy. The three of us then headed over to North Cobb, where we visited the little bandies and listened to their show which is, as a matter of fact, pretty cool. We met Abbie ("Bobby") and Keeley (Bobby's dog), and also were surprised to find Marina, with whom I now have plans on Saturday!
So, as the day is winding down, I am thankful for rain, good days, baby kisses, music, friendship, wedding movies, Starbucks...and... happiness :]
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Why I love to write
Let me tell you a little something about introductions.
Introductions are always the hardest part of an essay, a letter, a paper, or whatever, for me to write, because they're the part that has to be the most awesome part of the thing before you get to the conclusion. And "awesome" doesn't just spew out of me the way it does, say, out of...oh yeah. No one else, either.
Anyway, now that that's over with, I want to tell the whole wide world why it is that I love to write, why I think my writing is pretty good, and what drives me to do it.
I love to write because writing is one of the best tools the world of communications has ever come up with. Ever. The power of the pen- of rhetoric- descends from the power of speech; I love to write because I think writing has the capacity to carry every wonderful, emphatic moment that a speech can deliver, except unlike a speech, you can't ever forget anything because it's right there in front of you, waiting to be read again.
I love to write because I believe that words can be more powerful than anything else. Weapons affect bodies; words affect spirits.
I love to write because writing is an art; just like a work of visual art can inspire the soul, or like beautiful music can touch or even compel the heart, writing is a tool for the connecting of human beings to one another.
Some people can play great music; some people give great speeches. Some people harness their minds and imaginations into great technology; some people devote their passions and lives to the discovery of the natural world. Some change the world by being good friends; some change the world by being good with dogs.
I believe that we're all created with some individual means of leaving a positive stamp on the world, no matter how big or how small. And I feel like my ability to express myself in written word is mine. And I just love it.
So anyway, that's that. (Don't judge me by my blog post; blog posts are supposed to be first drafts.)
I luffs you all. Goodnight.
Introductions are always the hardest part of an essay, a letter, a paper, or whatever, for me to write, because they're the part that has to be the most awesome part of the thing before you get to the conclusion. And "awesome" doesn't just spew out of me the way it does, say, out of...oh yeah. No one else, either.
Anyway, now that that's over with, I want to tell the whole wide world why it is that I love to write, why I think my writing is pretty good, and what drives me to do it.
I love to write because writing is one of the best tools the world of communications has ever come up with. Ever. The power of the pen- of rhetoric- descends from the power of speech; I love to write because I think writing has the capacity to carry every wonderful, emphatic moment that a speech can deliver, except unlike a speech, you can't ever forget anything because it's right there in front of you, waiting to be read again.
I love to write because I believe that words can be more powerful than anything else. Weapons affect bodies; words affect spirits.
I love to write because writing is an art; just like a work of visual art can inspire the soul, or like beautiful music can touch or even compel the heart, writing is a tool for the connecting of human beings to one another.
Some people can play great music; some people give great speeches. Some people harness their minds and imaginations into great technology; some people devote their passions and lives to the discovery of the natural world. Some change the world by being good friends; some change the world by being good with dogs.
I believe that we're all created with some individual means of leaving a positive stamp on the world, no matter how big or how small. And I feel like my ability to express myself in written word is mine. And I just love it.
So anyway, that's that. (Don't judge me by my blog post; blog posts are supposed to be first drafts.)
I luffs you all. Goodnight.
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