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!

Plink-a-Dink

Wordless Wednesday

Photography has been a biggy lately.

-Plink.

Do You Believe In Angels?

Angels are more than celestial beings with silvery wings and golden halos. They are man's helper. Or rather, man's invisible helper.


Yesterday I listened to an Adventures in Odyssey Focus on the Family Radio Theater drama with a storyline where a man, claiming his name is Malachi, announces that he is an angel--a messenger from God himself.


John Whittaker:  "A dream? You mean we won't remember that you were here?"

Malachi:   "You'll remember, but only as a vague idea, a premonition...a foreshadowing or a distant emotion. I am your "coincidences" and your "intuition." I am the one that you glimpse out of the corner of your eye and when you turn, nothing is there."

You can listen to it for free here for a limited time, just click around to find Malachi's Message Parts 1-3.


Those episodes plucked on my heart strings so much that I listened to the song Angels by Owl City for extra effect afterward. Angels is one of my favorite songs by Adam Young. And oh, how I tried ever so hard to get the song on here for you to listen to for free this morning! You can find it at Playlist.com, however, some days it works, some days it doesn't.


I decided to post the lyrics of this special song on here though. But really, the experience is just NOT the same unless you actually listen to the song.

Wake me if you're out there!

Through the glass in my bedroom window,
In the bushes far below,
I thought I saw an unfamiliar shadow,
Among the ones I so clearly know.

I've been sleeping with the nightlight unplugged,
With a note on the rocking chair,
That says I'm dreaming of the life I once loved,

So wake me if you're out there.

Living close to the ground,
It's seventh heaven because there are angels all around,
Among my frivolous thoughts,
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts.

So wake me if you're out there!

Wake me if you're out there!

In the dust on my cellar staircase,
A pair of footprints followed me,
I saw a flicker in the fake fireplace,
Blinked again, but there was nothing to see.

I've been leaving all the windows unlocked,
With a basket by the oak tree,
'Cause I'll be picking up the acorns that fall off,
If you'll be climbing up to meet me.

Living close to the ground!
It's seventh heaven because there are angels all around,
Among my frivolous thoughts,
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts.

So wake me if you're out there!

I keep my knees black and blue 'cause they often hit the hardwood floor,
(Wake me if you're out there),
And I believe, so I'm not praying to the ceiling anymore,

I've been sleeping with the nightlight unplugged,
With a note on the rocking chair that says I'm dreaming of the life I once loved,

So wake me if you're out there.

Living close to the ground!
It's seventh heaven 'cause there are angels all around,
Among my frivolous thoughts,
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts!

The indications reveal,
(Wake me if you're out there),
That few of us realize life is quite surreal,
So if you're dying to see,
I guarantee there are angels around your vicinity!

So if you're dying to see,
I guarantee there are angels around your vicinity.

-Plink

Plink Is Going Bananananananas

I think my mind is threatening mutiny on me now. I just tried to:

1. Screw a rubbing-alcohol plastic bottle cap onto a glass jar that had a brim more than ten times wider than the cap.
2. Proceed to put the jar into the refrigerator when it needed to stay on the counter.
3. Almost dump the bottle of rubbing alcohol (still full) into the trash without any realizing it.

This is what comes from staring at a TV screen for hours.  I was watching Thor on our Blu-Ray player. Wonderful, but mind-obliterating.

DUN DA DA!
LEAVING THAT ASIDE, I PRESENT TO YOU:
THE BEST PICTURE THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER TO SEE...

...Now, the question is not "Why is Darth Vader wading in a large body of water, pouring filtered salt water into a jug with a hole in it?" Instead, it is in fact:

Um... Wait, what is the question??

Oh yes:

Why am I posting a post when I have a heap of laundry to fling onto hangers and dispense into my closet????

-Plink.

By The Way...

I have been wasting my time today reading a blog. This was no ordinary blog. This blog was the blog of Adam Young. If you don't know who Adam Young is, oh well. The only important thing you would need to know about him at the moment is that he is one of the most HILARIOUSLY GOOD blog writers ...EVER! (..okay, so maybe not 'EVER' but he makes me laugh, and that's pretty good.)

Oh, yeah, he's also the guy who wrote and sung and preformed the Itunes top song (and now the song that you will hear all over the radio) Fireflies. But based on what he writes, and the faith he believes, I can tell you now that Adam Young is just a quirky Christian who ends up making people crack up with his witty, wondering and sometimes rather goofy remarks.

This guy is a genius! A genius I say! I mean, when I first heard his songs and music and lyrics from Ocean Eyes and All things Bright and Beautiful, I already thought he was a genius, but now...now he's an even geniuser genius. If your board and want something to read, I'd recommend starting with one of his first posts Here.

One of my favorite things that he's put into one of his posts:

"...I vividly recall receiving my freshly graded final exam (slathered in red ink check marks) and cowering in primal fear as my professor climbed atop my desk and towered over me like Gandalf the Grey, bellowing YOU SHALL NOT PASS! in my face."

The time-waster,
-Plink.