Sparkin'

Maddiey had me read this book called The Prairie Prince a while ago. Yes, I know, it sounds awfully cheesy and, well, it sounds as if it takes place on a prairie. We all know prairies are the least romantic of places (sorry to all ya prairie people, but it's true). But I loved the book and in it, they'd call kissing sparking. Maddiey and I loved that.

So, I was just thinkin' to my Self. "Self, I think that I would like to do some "sparking" myself someday." And so I put my plan to action and went out and kissed.... well, no, actually. I did no such thing. But it would have been a very dramatic and, hopefully, an extremely romantic blog post for you all!

strings and sealing wax

At times like these, I wish I really liked some boy. Now, you ask, what are 'times like these'? Well, these times.

At times like these, I really wish I had a yellow cardigan.

During moments such as this, I wish I could sneak a tiny glimpse of heaven.

Right now, I would like to pack a big suitcase with my favorite dresses and fly off to a house in the country.

And, I think I would like some bangs and a curly bun on top of my head.


But, I guess, some things are impossible.


A dragon lives forever but not so little boys.

Just you wait, I'll be in Europe

I really want to see this movie. I need to see more movies. One always needs to see more romance movies. Right, Maddiey? :)

I'm in Seattle right now. Plants are growing on the roofs because 'plants grow everywhere in Washington' and my Aunt Kimeree's yard is decorated with seashells. Seattle is beautiful on it's own, but it's much more beautiful to me because a dear friend loves it so much. Isn't it funny how that happens? Last night, in search of a Seattle moon, I found an orange sliver jutting in and out of the black clouds over the ocean. I wish I had a camera to capture it on. But I saved it on my mental memory card forever. It was so wonderful. 

sapphire and faded jeans

In heaven, I'm going to have fishes in jars like this hanging from my trees. When I open the jar, the fish will fly out. Turning into an enormous sapphire colored bird as it goes. 

And in heaven, there will be no mosquitoes. 

Let's name the zones, the zones, the zones. Let's name the zones of the open sea.

Barefooted as always, Brynnie

People

 

I think there are two kinds of people. Those people and These people. Those people are all trying to be the same thing. These people are all trying to secretly stand out but some how, they end up being the same as the rest of These people anyways. But very rarely there are just, People.

Love, your barefooted blogger, Brynnie

I want him. I want him. and, yeah, I want him too.

I'd name these one's Canyon Leo.

I want this one so bad!

I love his hair.

And his cheeks.

Oh, a monkey suit! I would name him Bennet.

And his name'll be Bennet too.

Those are my children Bennet and Canyon Leo. What was that?? Oh, you dears! They say you look good today.

Look how sweet they'll be. (at this moment, I was going to say, "They gave you insincere compliments and everything!" but honestly, I must say, that color really does look great on you.)

I can't... no, no, I can wait to have a baby. Haw haw, don't worry. But the second I'm married to my incredible, perfect-for-me husband... we're having a baby. I'm not going to be a poo and wait like my sister Amanda.

Yes, Amanda and Derek, I called you both poo's.

p.s. Hannah and I went to Seven Peaks to go baby stalking. We sat in the wave pool, by our stuff and in the lazy river and would say,"No, Hannah, there's a cute baby over there! No, two!!" It was great.

Oh, you Naked Lady on my bicycle, you're so cute

Things I found on the internet about bicycles:


Why should anyone steal a watch when he could steal a bicycle?  ~Flann O'Brien


The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.  ~Christopher Morley


The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.  Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish.  Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.  ~Iris Murdoch, The Red and the Green


The bicycle is a curious vehicle.  Its passenger is its engine.  ~John Howard


It would not be at all strange if history came to the conclusion that the perfection of the bicycle was the greatest incident of the nineteenth century.  ~Author Unknown


The bicycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community.  ~Ann Strong




I'm madly in love with my bicycle. (psst: it's got a silhouette of a Naked Lady on it)


wow! that is a really hot boy that just ran past my window! who is that? Maddiey, if you read this recently, look outside at the boy by the Taylor's house. the pink shirted one, yup.... well, hello, good lookin'....


I'm going to have a sleepover with my big, married sister (she's not big. the married just slipped between the 'big' and 'sister' and made her fat). I am excited, did you know? 


omy, it's just Kolin. my o my, hasn't he gotten attractive?


I went to Girls Camp. I went on a hike pregnant. Had baby (Bennet) in the grass behind the bathrooms. Abused him by using him as a bat to hit bosom friend (Dani) in the face. Child Protection Services (1st year, Keylee Smith) took him from me. I stole my friends stuff in cabin 1B(Marisa 'n Maddiey), was tied up (Caitlin 'n Dani's doing) to the bed and had to give Caitlin a back rub and a Jedi braid to be free. Mine and Brenna's Baby Bennet had a sudden growth spurt of, like, 20 years and my little sister (Hannah) made out with him (Brenna's hands did the running fingers through Hannah's hair for Bennet).    
 Oh, what fathers'll do to help their son's make out these days!




"He killed his brother because he needed a clean shirt?" "Well, honey, this is Nebraska."