pensamientos

1. I recently discovered Boyce Avenue

2. Field of Dreams 2: Lockout
This mini-film has everything that a good film should have:

Football

Tony Gonzalez

Iowa

Kevin Costner

But really.  It is HILARIOUS.  You should check it out.

3. Club Crackers

Apparently, the serving size is 4 crackers.  This makes the 4 sleeves that I have had in the last week and a half seem rather excessive.

4. Target and Old Navy

I have officially banned myself from these stores due to the large amount of my June paychecks that went toward supporting their causes.  12 days until August.

5. Men's Plaid Shorts

Yes.  They are very nice.

And so are shirts like this:

And this:

But let's not put all of these nice things together.

Because then you look ridiculous.

(Just because my eyes have been exposed to this two times in the last 24 hours)

6. Quotes of the Week

Me: My pants are twisted.
Brother: I hear that happens a lot in Canada.

6th Grade Boy: I love the Broncos.

Teacher: Did you know that our Bishop is a Broncos fan?

Other 6th Grade Boy: Well, I bet the Pope is a Steelers fan.

Me: I bet Jesus is a Chiefs fan.

The teacher is explaining "The Agony in the Garden"

1st Grade Boy: I always wanted to be a spy.

Teacher: That's nice (continues teaching).

1st Grade Boy:  And a pirate!

7. Mono

I have it.  You better not kiss me or you will have it, too.



Wild and Free as the Willows

I recently went to a book sale and bought a book called, "Princess of the Moor" by E. Marlitt.  To be honest, I had initially judged the book by its cover and I thought it would be interesting since the cover had a portrait of a young woman from a couple centuries ago.  What really got me, however, was the inscription on the first page of the book:

To Cecil
from
Mildred H
Dec. 25, 1913

This little note seemed quite charming to a closet romantic, like myself. 

This is all really besides the point.  As I was reading this book, I came to the end of the first chapter and was so captivated by the closing paragraph that I read it several times.  As I continued reading, I kept returning to this section just to reread it--to be drawn in once more by the beautiful language that the author had chosen.  If nothing else than for the sake of recognizing the author's genius in this particular section, I thought I would include the portion in this blog post.  As I share it with you, I realize that it will most likely mean very little to you as you have not read the pages leading up to this portion.  Nevertheless, I hope that you take this opportunity to consider the language of the section.

"It was thus I grew up, wild and free as the willows beside the stream, and as I stood there under the old pine, barefooted and clad in a coarse, short petticoat, the evening breeze playing in my wavy hair, I laughed--laughed aloud at the young dandy who had sought out the soft turf for his dainty boots, and incased his white hands in leather--that was my revenge" (p. 29).