“comin’ out to play.”
{did anyone besides me absolutely LOVE that show (book series) growing up? Franklin was the bomb.}
Meet my new friend, Franklin. He doesn’t like me very much.
Here is how our unlikely friendship began:
1.) I spotted him underneath the bushes near our front porch
2.) After watching him {not move} for ten minutes, I got a stick…and yes, poked him. There, I said it.
3.) After watching him {not come out of his shell} for 5 minutes, I got a cup of water…and *takes deep breath*, poured it on him.
Hey, don’t look at me like that. His shell was REALLY dirty, ok?
See, he’s even smiling in these shots, right? right.
4.) So after watching him {still not really moving}, I got workers gloves…and picked him up and moved him onto the driveway.
Man, you should have seen the way he kicked and clawed as I proudly walked him over to my siblings. That’s pure joy right there.
or not…
{no turtles were harmed in the making of this post. Franklin was safely put back underneath the bushes after these photos were taken.}
how’s that for a title, huh? Well, I assure you, its going to be a fun post. But, before the pictures, I want to point out that the “nail polish” part of this post is just for Michelle {hi Michelle!}. You see, she wanted to know what colors my mom and I favored our nails to be painted with…hence their appearance on the blog. I refuse to photograph my feet, which is probably best for both you and me, hence the photos of the cute, little bottles on my front porch swing. Hence me actually talking about nail polish for four sentences. hence, hence, hence.
orange, yellow, and lime green are my favorite colors. I don’t really love pink on my fingers; only on my toes. {Causes the eye to not examine the feet the bright color is on.} Not so much a blue person after my total tom-boy craze phase in 5th and 6th grade. My mom loves blue though, hence it sitting next to the green.
I apologize about the many “hence”s. You use it once, and it just sticks.
I have to say, though, that I’m not a fan of the insta-dri stuff {notice yellow bottle above}. But, it’s my fault that I don’t like it – when I paint my nails, I have to do multiple layers. It’s the OCD in me. Well, last summer right before my missions trip I painted my toes with the yellow – with lots of layers. That missions trip lasted for two weeks, meaning good, faithful yellow stayed on too. Rather strongly I might add. Anyways, when it came time for me to take it off, all those layers became a curse. The color wouldn’t budge. Hence all of my toes had a strange, yellowish tint to them for about two weeks after I painfully took off the polish.
yeah….I wore socks those two weeks.
Moral of the story: when using insta-dri, don’t do multiple layers. Your toes will thank you.
I just got a MacBook last week as a graduation gift for me to use for college. Let me just announce…
I LOVE MY MACBOOK!!!!
the end.
So, I am officially addicted to PW’s cold coffee recipe {since we don’t drink *real* coffee, we substitute it for Teeccino. It’s amazing…ya gotta try it}. OH.MY.GOODNESS. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
Pure, creamy, heavenly deliciousness.
yaaa-uuummm.
Hope ya’ll have a great Tuesday!
This weekend my grandparents stayed over at our new house and brought with them love, lots of laughs, and a special graduation gift. I kinda already knew what it was {since I had asked them for it}, but that didn’t stop me from squealing and jumping up and down like a little kid when I opened up the box. I lifted it’s heavy form out from its cave…and it was love at first sight.
I guess it would probably be appropriate for me to now tell you what it is that made so excited.
*drum roll please* DUN DA DA DAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*angel music plays*
Here are 3 {of a lot} of my favorite learning shots with my new lens {that desperately needs a name, by the way. I have this weird tendency to name my “hobby possessions”. Don’t ask me why…but if you have a good name, feel free to share!}. Sorry, I digress…
I didn’t even realize I took a perfectly divided picture (above) until now! I love my lens even more.
is 6 pounds and furry all over. He gives me kisses in the morning and follows me around all day. He is a bit of a lazy fellow – but is ready to bark at any “intruder” who comes knocking on our door. He’s crazy, but I love him anyway. My prince is my dog, Prince Caspian. :)
the way you laugh.
The little man followed us outside with his hands deep inside his jean pockets. The brown shoes he wore clopped noisily on the stepping stones and he gave a soft smile. He stood and watched from a distance as his sister hammed it up in front of the camera – fully well knowing that he was next in line. He knew the drill: pose, smile, wait, and repeat.
He heard me call his name and silently tromped over – sitting stiffly next to his excited sister. But from behind the camera, he saw something that couldn’t help but make him crack a grin. His mom – waving her arms wildly from behind my back, pretending to come tickle me.
the way you dance!
“She spins and she sways to whatever song plays, without a care in the world….”
And when it’s all said and done, you plop on the ground and give me a smile that melts my heart.
what she is made of!
This morning was beautiful. The sun was shining…the grass was green…and my youngest sister’s adorable face was simply begging to be photographed. So, up the stairs we went into her fairy bedroom {being chased by a big, bad monster on our way if you care to know} and picked out an outfit only a princess would wear. She anxiously danced around as I tried to clip a bow into her hair and ran excitedly to show the rest of the crew her “lovely” attire. She smiled and waved as she pranced out the door – following me into the warm, summer breeze that awaited us.
