readingMarch 31, 2009 9:52 pm
It’s been a while, but if you still care I just put chapter six and seven up here. As always, please excuse my grammar:)
reading 10:52 am
No more books until I read the ones I already have. This is just some of the books I have waiting in line to be read. I’ve had that blame Left Behind book for years, but I just can’t get through it.
I know I’ve said it before, but I’m serious about my book restriction this time. If you see me in a book store you have my permission to grab me by my hair and drag me out. Although, I’m not making any promises that I won’t fight back.
randomMarch 27, 2009 4:40 pm
This one is courtesy of Joe. I guess I’ll put this on my list of possible homes in the future….but it’s going on the very bottom of the list.
randomMarch 26, 2009 3:50 pm
have I mentioned that I want a tan?
Cause I do.
Oh tan lines….I miss yall.
I look like a crack head in this picture, but dang I got some sun on that trip. I’m ready for the beach!!!!!!! Who’s in? Oh wait I turned off the comments:)
thinkingMarch 25, 2009 10:16 am
to the other. If my tiny house doesn’t work out then maybe I’ll just get a place in Tuscany. I’ve already got two picked out:)
Option 1:
This house was built in the 17th century. 
For some reason this reminds me of the Godfather…you know when Michael whacks that guy and has to go hide out in Italy for a while…yeah, that part.
Then there’s the kitchen. Look at that door in the background…I love that door.
This GINORMOUS fireplace makes my heart go pitter patter. Now this picture reminds me of Beauty & The Beast…you know the big ol fireplace that the Beast is always sitting in front of…yeah, that one.
Good gracious alive. Look at that view! That white table cloth! That bottle of wine! And I don’t even like wine!
Option 2:
This place was built in the 15th century and is part of what used to be the fortress for the castle that’s right next to it. Yes, I said castle. This whole little town reminds me of The Princess Bride…which is one of my all time fav movies…so that fact alone sold me.
This is the full view of the castle and the view of it from the window inside the house. For the love! You can see a castle out the window!
This is another view out the window. Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? This particular spot reminds me of the scene in The Princess Bride where Westly has found Buttercup and Inigo has killed the 6 fingered man and now they all jump out the window where Andre The Giant is waiting with horses….I love that scene.
Here’s a bedroom and the kitchen. I mostly just love those two pieces of furniture in the bedroom…although they could use a little help in the bedspread department.
Here’s the living room. Look at all that exposed stone. And the huge arch. And the ceiling beams. I love exposed stone. And arches. And ceiling beams.
So there you have it. My two villas in Tuscany.
After reading this post I’ve just realized that I may have an unconscious longing to live in a movie…interesting.
flashbackMarch 23, 2009 10:17 pm
Tonight when I was folding laundry I noticed that the rear area of my jeans was starting to look a little worn. I’ll save the joy of that revelation for another post, but it reminded me of a story.
I was in the 10th grade. Still feeling like a shy and dorky 9th grader, but beginning to think maybe there was a chance I wasn’t as big of a dork as I thought. Wishful thinking, I know. It was my first year on the varsity cheerleading squad which meant that I spent a lot of my time hanging out with people that were older than me and much much cooler than me. My family had also just moved into a new house so my Mom volunteered to have the Christmas cheerleading party at our place. The day arrived and I picked out the coolest and most mature outfit I could put together.
The party went well for most of the night. No major mishaps. Nothing to cement myself into dorkdom forever. When suddenly, in the soveriegnty of God, I just happened to brush the back side of my pants with my hand. It took about 5 seconds before it hit me. I had just had skin to skin contact. How is that possible?! There should be no skin in that area! I ran to my room and turned around to look in the mirror and sure enough there it was….a hole the size of Texas kindly exposing my backside to the world.
I was mortified to say the least. I quickly changed pants and ran out to ask my friends if they had been fortunate enough to see the show. They assured me that they had. Then I proceeded to ask them why on God’s green earth had they not told me about it. To which they replied "we thought you were wearing it like that on purpose." On purpose?! Are ya kidding me?! I can promise you that at no time since I was over the age of three have I showed my rear end to anyone on purpose.
So I’m putting out an APB right here, right now. If at anytime you see a hole in my clothing that doesn’t have a head, arm or leg coming out of it….please for the love of everything holy and pure…just tell me. Thank you, that is all.
when I said that there’s a huge part of me that longs to live as simply as possible. Check out this tiny house. If my pad in fun-roe ever sells this is on the list of possible housing options. Not even kidding.
Man isn’t included…dang it.
randomMarch 19, 2009 9:35 pm
Meet Morgan…she likes to talk…for really long periods of time…about things that aren’t the least bit interesting.
rambling from Morgan Collins on Vimeo.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved the idea of being able to carry everything I need on my back. That sounds really strange, but it’s true. When Tanaya and I were little we would go play outside and I would pack my bag with all the essentials. Which at 6 years old was Huggums (my baby doll), a juice box and my jellies. You know…in case I got invited to a party…I’d have the proper apparel. But there was just something comforting in knowing that everything I needed was right there and that is wasn’t much.
I still long for that. Living simply. Being able to carry everything I own or need on my back. Now don’t misunderstand me…I am not what most people would call outdoorsy. At least I know I don’t give that appearance. And I by no means have the kind of lifestyle where I can carry everything I own on my back. In fact I’ve managed to quite efficiently fill up a whole house all by myself.
I’m not sure what it is about having little that’s attractive to me. I’m sure people who have little would think I’m nuts…the grass is always greener right? I guess after just a few years of being in the "real world" and buying the things that I thought I was supposed to buy in order to achieve the "American Dream" I’ve realized they don’t mean squat. I love my house, but it’s not important. And we all know I love me some clothes…but they aren’t what matters. I know it’s easier for me to say that on this side of the fence though.
I’m not planning on packing it all up anytime soon, but I think there will always be that desire in me to sell everything I own and throw just the things I need on my back. That, of course, will still include my jellies:)
thinkingMarch 17, 2009 8:13 pm
I had dinner last night with KQ and she asked me why I hadn’t been blogging. I told her the truth. I haven’t told yall the truth because, as usual, it’s a little embarrassing. But now I’m gonna tell you…not because I’ve gotten over the embarrassment of it, but because today I’m feeling bold. I’ll change my mind tomorrow…I’m bi-polar like that.
Without me realizing it and without me meaning for it to happen my blog turned into one big ego boost. Somehow my mind started to translate X number of comments into value as a person. So it became dang near impossible for me to write anything without that motivation in the back of my head. "Will people think this is funny?" "Will they think I’m super-spiritual if I say this?" "Will the boy of my dreams read this and instantly fall in love with me?":)
So I decided that I was just going to quit the whole blogging deal. No more. Fineto.
But then I thought better of it. See I like telling stories…so I reckon I’ll keep on. However, in an effort to keep my fragile ego from getting out of hand I’ve decided to turn off the comments. Genius huh? I feel better just thinking about it. Will you like this post? Will you think I’m a crackpot? I’ll never know! And I like it that way.
So read and enjoy…or read and hate. I’ll keep on peddlin’ my lollipops just the same.
