"when will my pants be ready?"

ok, STOP IT!!!

*disclaimer: I did not expect this post to be so long and wordy. You are under no obligation to read it all. It is merely for my own pleasure. Thank you.

Today I picked up my little sis from her last day of her sophomore year {she's a junior now, what?!}. Then we made our way to 'ARC' a new thrift store. Fabulous. I was only planning on being there for about an hour, but how can you resist the sweet finds and the low prices?! We were there for about 2 1/2 hours. I even had lunch late people! I wasn't messing around.

Oh I don't have words for how excited I am about this little number:



As many of you know {or don't know because I try to keep it on the DL}, I dislike swimming immensely. The blindingly white skin {mine}, the uncomfortable swimwear, the wet curly hair that turns into frizzes uncontrollable, pounds of sunscreen lathering {I burn easily. very easily}, the insecurities galore, and at the 'clave? everyone can watch you {creepily or not}--all reasons that I try to avoid the pool area as much as possible. So far, I've been pretty successful in my endeavors.

Despite my displeasure in such diversions, my search for the one perfect swimming suit has not stopped. I have come to realize that if I want one that I will like and feel comfortable in, I will have to fork over a hundred bucks or more. Also, it wouldn't be worth it for the amount of time I spend in the pool {close to nothing}. So, do I look like I am made of money?! Hello, I was shopping at thrift store for goodness sake! So my hopes weren't that high shopping at ARC. But then, lo and behold to my greatest hopes, my mother spotted this little treasure! {she joined us later and boy am I thankful!} A vintage swimming suit for, get this, FIVE BUCKS!

STOP IT.

I'm sure you've heard of my love for vintage anything {and I've been wanting a vintage swimsuit for a while now. Evidence of me wanting a vintage suit see here and here, because you need evidence}, so what a great find! and to top it all off when I wear it, I don't feel like I am going to fall out with any slight movement. Just a few sewing adjustments with my mother's help and it will be perfect!

This day is monumental.
Maybe it will motivate me to go swimming more.

love

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flowers at grandmas house

All flowers found at my grandma's house. lovely!

The first three were found inside. The rest are in the backyard, which is basically all a flower garden with a little brick pathway to walk through. It is fantastically beautiful. They were taken after a nice torrent of rain! If you look hard enough you can see the rain drops on the petals, or just click here. Got to love Colorado weather!

{notice the orchids? [pic #3] yeah my grandpa grows them year-round and as we all know, orchid growing is hard. he is a master!}

freckles et la pluie

yet again, another list and some pics to brighten the blogging world!

some things that i've loved while being at home:

driving through vail in the rain
rediscovering the freckles on my arms
royal crest dairy skim milk {delivered twice a week from the milk man. nothing beats it}
eating way too much good food
having charlie next to me before bed
hangin' out with my cute cousins
handmade ban.do's
10 minute photo shoot and workshop on film from my little sis

there will be more to come . . . don't worry.

les canards dans le risseau

3 0'clock every day
I walk around campus, lay in the sun, visit the animals, enjoy nature, etc.
It's the only real time I have to myself.
It is pure bliss!

Today was no different. I ate my apple next to the stream where the ducks live. I wrote a little ditty and watched the birds frolic about. The little baby ducks swam by so I snapped a few pics.

After that, I walked up the stairs on my way back to work. Vive l'escalier! I spotted a nice little centipede trying to find his way. He seemed lost.

Also, I can hardly wait for SYTYCD season 5 tomorrow!! Woo Hoo!
Obviously I lead a very exciting life.

tête-à-tête avec mon âme

Yesterday.
Hey it happens.
stress, frustration, blah. build up, build up, explosion.
Maybe we shouldn't talk about it.
It was just one of those days.
My mom is always so patient and understanding. I am so grateful for her.
Always caring, always listening, always loving.
I was worried it would happen again today.
Thankfully it was better.

Last night, afterward . . . I was reminded of something. Even though it was late, I searched though my drawers to find it. It is from someone who is thousands of miles away preaching the truth to the world. It was this: a short Patrickism and a poem. Remember that one time after freshman year when we all bawled our eyes out? Remember that bond of friendship and mutual understanding?

What are we?
Are we not as waves—
Cast upon the shore,
longing for depth,
wishing to be bustled amongst other waves—

For what are we but the waves that surround us—
like this we are to our friends.
For—A person defined cannot be alone—
but it is our friends that do make us up-
For better or for worse.

Never is a wave alone
alone it is dead water
Never is a person alone
alone it is without definition.

Kendra—if I could leave one thing with you—I would tell you that you are never alone. Even when friends are miles away, or, heck, even if you end up like Tom hanks on Cast Away—God will always walk with you, and He will always be your definition. Friends will define you—and so having the only perfect being as a friend will definitely help make that definition clear, pure, and permanent.

~Patrick {Hotel} O'Connell

I am a wave. Sometimes I feel like dead water just yearning for depth, wanting to be bustled amongst other waves. Simply a wave, thankful to be in existence. Thankful for the one perfect being who makes my path, my definition clear.
My best friend.

Thanks patty boy for writing that. I needed to hear it.

what i like about a spring saturday

starting the day with turbo sculpt and a glorious bike ride
eating fresh fruit
listening to the birds chirping
feeling the warmth of the sun
smelling the sweet blossoms
hearing laughter and joy outside
watching love budding ;)

hope for the future

"love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual." ~ Octavio Paz

a few thoughts from today:

Proctoring in the 'IS' is kind of like riding the bus because you meet all sorts of characters and individuals. Par example, I saw the following today:

*That married man who I thought kept staring at me, but really he just kept looking my direction every two minutes whenever he was thinking deeply.
*That cool Tongan kid taking his HS English final. He was in there a long time and he looked pretty stressed out. English obviously isn't his cup of tea. {heh. tea. english. get it?}
*That 15 year old kid taking his HS French final. I wanted to help him out a bit. Things didn't look like they were going that well. :[]
*Haha! That kid wearing white ankle socks with flip flops. No joke.
*A sweet 50 year old lady taking her history test for five hours total!! And then talking to her afterward about how much she hated that exam.

But the best parts of the day?
Making new friends at work. Walking outside on my lunch break just listening to sounds of the outside. Watching five little ducklings lose sight of their mother and then find their way again by listening to the sound of her voice. Walking home in the rain without an umbrella, smelling the wet pavement. Glorious. Possibly seeing my future husband when I turned the corner and walked into the Enclave? {Here's to hoping}


















{J'ai oublié où j'ai trouvé cette photo. désolé}