Ponderings

Sooo...
Leap Year. It's here. Actually, now I'm wondering why they don't just call it "Leap Day." I mean, obviously the day belongs to the year and all, but still, it only lasts one day.
Strange.

Sorry, I just had to put something about February 29th in today's entry. In further news and updates...Not so much goin' on. At the moment. I've been reading blogs by Writer and Artist combination sisters Eldra & Leauphaun, to keep my distracted little self computer brained (heheheh...). But further than that, everything else seems rather standstillish in the blogger interest world.

Last night our yard was saran-wrapped. Mom and I came home from Starbucks at 9:00PM to a front porch bench glistening and mummified with shiny plastic exterior. My dad's car was the same (and I attempted to convince him to keep in on and drive it to work the following day like that). I have my suspicions on JUST WHO MIGHT HAVE DONE IT, but I'll say nothing besides the fact that I'm pretty sure that Elmo from Sesame Street has a clear name (for now).

Concerning my stories (novels??) that I'm trying to pull together by the time I'm 302 years old...Ehn. Not going nowhere. Or rather, going nowhere fast. However, this morning, while reading this post at A Day on Daremo by Eldra, I was thinking about doing the same kind of novel tag (by tagging myself, see), in hopes of stirring up a little more or that awesomely amazing stuff dubbed "Inspiration."

Hmm...
Don't ya think it looks fun??

*Goes off to ponder over that last question, and to wonder if typing all that out would really be worth it...*

I'll type at you later,
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Welcome To Me

Somewhere, in a random corner of my soul, you might find a hide-away that looks a little like this.

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Wordless Wednesday: A Late Valentine

Go ahead: Eat your seedy little heart out.

-Plink.

Blessed Golden Squares

Confession:

I have a deep, deep, deep, deep, craving for Cheez-Its right now. Oiy. I haven't had a Cheez-It in a looooong time.

Seriously: if you handed me a box of these right now, I would eat the whole thing.

Ho boy...

-Plink

Oh Snapshot!

Do ya ever feel like you want to crawl into a hole and die?

I can't say that I have.

I took pictures.

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This is a picture of milk. I don't like milk. Not even almond milk.

It's really cool: if you tilt your head, the picture actually looks right-ways up.

Sub-Urban Living.

These are my converse. I like my converse. They are nice.

The U.S. Airways Center.

Rockin' Blues.

One Way Only.

"THE DASH"

This is a brownie. It tasted like cake. I like cake.

Shoez.

-Plink

A Beautiful Thing Called Crosswalking

Today I saw one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

It happened at a street light. The car was stopped. The little red oven-mitt was waving at us, and the faceless dude who brings unending joy to impatient pedestrians who sneer at the cars as they jog in place was illuminating the road sign for the crosswalk directly in front. I watched, peering out from my tinted window to see who it was who was about to cross. But when my eyes scanned in that direction, something else caught my eye.

A girl was walking to work.

She was dressed in the sorta outfit that the employees at McDonald's wear. But that's not what caught my eye. Her eyes wear transfixed--totally, 100% transfixed--on a book.

A book!

First of all, that is something that I would do. Secondly, to be frank, I was getting a little concerned. I mean, this lady was strolling pell-mell into into the street with her nose stuck in a paper back. And even though the light was on her side, I sill felt that impulse to yell with my hands and face squashed against the glass:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!--Mhppp. Ugh, aren't we ever gonna get the windows cleaned up??"

Luckily, she did flick her eyes up long enough to see that the light-dewd had was beginning to switch for her, and she stopped.

...And then she went back to her book. The other woman gave her a sideways glance. I was curious. What, what kind of literature in this zany world could possibly capture and chain down this girl's attention? So much so that she had to drop everything just to eat up its words. I strained to catch the words on the cover. What I saw gave me one of the most wonderful feelings I have ever felt. I won't even try to explain. Words in this universe can't describe what I jumped in me when I made out the letters:

H-O-L-Y   B-I-B-L-E

She was Crosswalking.

-Plink.

Desert Days And Olive Trees

Warm afternoons are the norm around here. Luckily, rain looks like it's on its way. It reminds me of the Beatles' song, but instead of 'sun' it's "...here comes the sun rain..." If I left you confused with the last post, I apologize.
I like to take pictures. I like to edit pictures. I like to distort pictures so much that the sky turns a bizarre pea color.

My older brother's senior graduation is coming up, and he needed some pictures. So, being the awesome, good-natured, sacrificing little sister I am, I volunteered to take them. And really, it was a lot of fun. The picture above was one that I took yesterday while we were sauntering around the neighborhood.

I heard the groundhog predicted six more weeks of winter.
...Works for me!

This morning, I went Frisbee golfing. (...Wait, what's wrong with oatmeal?!) Yes, every Thursday I go to a park and wing a plastic pancake shaped object at the ground, trees, streets, houses, and try as hard as I utterly can to avoid that little metal basket that for some reason everybody else aims for.

*Umm...hoping you get the slight sarcasm...

Today's game was particularly interesting. A disc got swallowed up by an olive tree (and as a result, I got the awesome excuse to jump up and down in a tree at the wee dark hours of 5:45 in the morning). This sorta thing happens to our spherical hand missiles rather often, and usually we find rocks, water bottles, other Frisbees, people's heads, etc., to knock the desired objects out of where it is being held hostage.
Anyhow, usually this kind of approach works just fine. But olive trees are thick. Really really thick. And I'm still trying to figure out how my friend threw got his disc so jammed into the leafy prison. And the tree was conveniently located where there were very few rocks around. If you've ever noticed, it's hard to find rocks in the dark.

Well, all came out okay.

Oh, dad's home from work. I gotta go to riding lessons soon. (Yay!)

I've been riding Danny lately.
He is such a huge horse! I have to stand on my toes to brush his back. I think he could easily make five of me. Beautiful horse though. And an awesome canter stride. Defiantly for the roller-coaster fanatics.

Hum dee dum.
Thank you for reading!

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Wordless Wednesday

Photography has been a biggy lately.

-Plink.