Day 108: Fly.

Today I thought of all the things I have never known because I never thought to know them. Practical things and silly things. Then I considered the things I once knew, or rather was acquainted with. If I had genuinely known them, I would know them still. Tripled with these thoughts was a cognizance of the things I do know. I imagined not knowing things that seem completely natural to me. It made my mind hazy and my thoughts seemed small. It was a beautiful, humbling feeling.

Day 107: Hello, old friend.

My hands felt so awkward and clumsy walking across its neck.

Day 106: Introspective.

Day 105: Memorial Day as it should be . . .

Grilling in the rain is impossible.

Day 104: Elvis, you can put that pelvis on my foot.

These are the sweet sweet flops my father and his bride brought me back from Graceland.

Day 103: Boom boom pop.

Day 102: "I want some pancakes."

Late night breakfast is my favorite kind of breakfast.

Day 101: I baked this cake with my own blood, sweat, and tears-- mostly blood.

Day 100: The outhouse.

The wee morning hours of Wednesday were spent placing a toilet, sink, children's playground set, and desk chair on Garrett Mize's front lawn. While unloading our cargo to place it in the grass, Beau walked off the truck bed and sprained his ankle. Of course, we said we could abandon this job for another time, but Beau insisted we finish. So we did. It was the greatest prank of all time because just previously, Joel and Garrett had thrown away a good chunk of their father's random garbage he had amassed in their backyard. It was logically and hilariously assumed that Mr. Eric Mize had done this as payback.

Day 99: Fear.

The Ferris Wheel at moving carnivals is my greatest fear. It encompasses heights, poorly constructed metalcraft, and carnies. However, I aboslutely love them.

Day 98: A bee's-eye-view.

Day 97: Vibrant.

Day 96: Clasped hands and pure hearts.

I thought about posting the picture of them kissing, but that was too much for me. :)

Day 95: OMF, gee?

The drink that Starbucks is pushing this summer-- Orange Mocha Frappaccino. You read me correctly. They are indeed selling the OMF for the first time ever . . . I know because based upon my love for Zoolander, I have tried to order one at least once a year and am always shot down.

P.S. It tastes terrible. Don't do it.

Day 94: The cheapest entertainment you'll ever find.

As part of today's picture-- I must tell the greatest story ever told . . .

Tonight I went to see a screening of Knocked Up with Will and Garrett. We traveled via the DART, which is undoubtedly the greatest form of entertainment $1 could ever buy. This reality was only proven more so today when a little woman by the name of Tangela stepped on at the LBJ/Skillman stop. Tangela's first words to us were, "Hey y'all! It's my 39th birthday and I am already f***ed up!!" I of course sang her "Happy Birthday." That was the low point, I must say. Tangy then proceeded to tell us about her careers: probation officer by day . . . stripper at Babydoll's by night. She also let us (specifically the man she decided to let grope her while placing a dollar in her shirt) know that her husband was out of town and she was ready to get freaky. However, the fun would have to wait until midnight when she was going to go pick her sister up from jail in a stretch limo. You see, Tang had just saved her sister from 45 years in jail by paying her $55,000 bond. The conversation exposed additionally awkward tidbits . . . like when Tang let us see her night job business card (photo included). That was hott.

P.S. I promise I did not embellish a single element of this story. If anything, I omitted some of the outrageous content.

Happy Birthday to my new BFF, Tangela.

Day 93: Lazy day.

Preach it, Mack.

Day 92: Heritage.

This is a short story my grandmother wrote that I never knew existed until Gayle asked Chelsea and me to read an excerpt from it at the wedding. Wild.

Day 91: Hail Garland High School?

Today was a little trip down memory lane-- some of is was intentional (visiting some precious teachers) and some unintentional (having my awkward ex-boyfriend from ninth grade make me a sandwich). Awesome.

Day 90: Bigger and better than anything I could be.

In fifth grade, I thought a good mother's day present would be serenading my mom with "Mama" by The Spice Girls. While I openly acknowledge and complain about how absurd and paranoid my mother can be-- anyone who will subject themselves to ten-year-old's rendition of Scary Spice rapping is a wonderful mother.

Day 89: That's some inzayn pitching!!

I enjoy watching my little brother play baseball because it is something he is passionate about. Oh, and he looks like a duck when he does it which is hilarious.

Day 88: TTFN.

Yeah, I quoted Tigger.

Day 87: Modesty<33

Yeah, Modest Mouse is nice. Man, Man is crazy. And I was tired.

Day 86: Safari exploration.

Move over, Dora.

Day 78: The greatest day ever!!

. . . So great, I forgot it existed. Check out what the storms of the great Fort did to this tree.

Day 85: In the shadows.

Once in second grade, while I was swinging, the girl next to me tried to flip the chains of her swing over the bar so that she would be higher off the ground. After a few feeble attempts, she pitched the swing up as hard as she could and a little too far to the right. It hit me in the face and sent me flying backwards out of my swing. I had a concussion and a black eye for eighty-seven years.

That story is not at all related to this picture. I just thought of it while uploading.

Day 84: Hey, stoop kid!

Day 83: It takes fifteen seconds . . .

. . . to pick up your phone and just say, "Hi."

I hate phone calls, but I hate being disconnected more, and I hate one-sided friendships most.



Today was absolutely lovely, but I decided to focus on the one negative vignette for my photo.

Day 82: Movies and hygiene.

Day 81: Books and bodies are the only things I pack.

Day 80: Check out that nice tall glass of water!

Drink it in, baby. Drink it in.

Day 79: Chow, baby.

That's delicious.