(UN)USUAL

(as I begin this text, My youngest brother, Benjamin bounds across the house in vain to "de-stick" a frozen popsicle to his frantic ,dyed & discolored tongue, thus illustrating my point of...well wacky, for lack of a better word.)

My usual is nonexistent for I do not have an average day, nor do I want one.

My usual is sporadic joyous chaos. And that I have freshly determined is unusual.

My family, is a unique unit held together by differences, love, and that craving for frustration we all hanker for deep down inside (maybe not the latter?).

But none the less, the complete differences seem to hold us together and keep us functioning (or) keep us on edge....I'm not confident of the difference.

In personality the scale of similarity differentiates immensely.

In desire the range is massive.

In skill the sphere is extensive.

And that, that could cause us to grow ever closer.

Our immediate family, (my mom, dad, brothers, & sisters) consists of a Teacher, Mediator, Counselor, Author, Executive, Lawyer, Mechanic, Store Manager, Full time Musician, Actors, Mama's, Exemplary Cooks, & Students.

To see it in black & white makes me realize...we could be a living, functioning civilization on our own!

The vast talent & skill brings us to rely on each-other and be very close.

That same talent & skill also brings us to be very different in opinions, beliefs, and methods of communication.

I lead a fun life. Rarely dull (for if it is that is due to the individuals consent.) Other than my brother who lives in London, England we all live in a very small radius of one another (maybe 15 miles?).

I glance at different families...different sizes, shapes, ethnics, beliefs. We seem to bear it all. As I walk through the every day that which may seem mundane to some it is not to me. Even setting the dinner table is a jovial 'chore' I readily accept. I enjoy hearing the varying number of plates, forks, napkins, etc. that need to be placed (artistically...for our table is swallowed 10x over when we are all around it.) around our long wooden four-legged support.

I lead beautiful life as I state readily and often. I am a happy child who wonders...why grow up? But the only answer I can muster is "so I may do it all my own" and develop my own crazy, wacky, oversize tribe of a family. And that's my life.

My family is a gift, I am thankful God wrapped.

aCuriousDream

"I want to be somewhere where i can get lost in the woods." - came the words straight from my mouth.
"Oh, yes. That is every little girls dream."- My brother in-law (Shawn) teased.
"It certainly has never been my little girls, dream!" - Mama spoke out relating to the same unfamiliar infatuation.

And there it was. I hide nothing & typically speak my mind. This unnatural desire has consumed my mind and sparked a constant vagary of endless greenery and budding flowers ever since I uttered that blatant statement. I envision an existence enhanced by burgeoning life encompassing me through nature and beauty of the country.

And today we (My Mother, Father, Nana, & Dana) took a trip to "the country"...

and woah, today was powerful.



Endless skies & Endless Dreams walk side by side & hand in hand.



The older the (site, the) more history, the more history the more mystery, the more mystery the more my interest is peaked.



A 'set-in-stone' fact: boots belong on acreage.



The grass is greener,



the conversations deeper,



allure ever more authentic,



and walks a wee bit wilder,




"deep in the heart of Texas".



(on the road again...)



Today was a day of antique sightings, memories a million miles wide, and plenty of those classic faces of confusion from my Daddy. (here he is chuckling due to the delight, despite (the sky rocketing level of) simplicity (found at a gas station).



(that look...that's called contentment.)











some nonsense you may not care to see....







...one way to take my breath away.



our new friend, Timmy (and my, Daddy).



One mans junk is another mans treasure. Is that how 'they' say it?







*2nd honk (from a truck) of the day* Dana turns, "Do we know you?" she says.



Country life or City Life? What a dilemma...

My mind flashes to my favored "vhs" as a little-bitty-girl "Country Mouse & City Mouse" owned the rank of # 1 on my list...and what can I say? "God knows what He is doing." and He is such a creator of beauty...pure beauty. (speaking of pure- I wore NO MAKE-UP today and it was wonderful...being tan always boosts my confidence level)


Signing out with a question,

are you a "country mouse" or "city mouse"?

TAG! You're it....

Your PERSONALITY--

 Bold that which applies to you.

I am:

Happy. Sad. A good friend. Adventurous. Shy. Confident. Procrastinating. A male. Bored. Anxious. Clumsy. Sociable. Always punctual. Selfish. Intelligent. Funny (I get laughed at quite often but not due to being “funny” I do not believe, but due to hairy comprehension). A female. Sarcastic. Insecure. Sick. Beautiful. Articulate (most of the time). Loud. Kind(I so try to be. I act out of love so even if it is not “kind words” they are spoken with kind intentions.) Even tempered. Honest. Short. Tall. Medium height. Proud of myself. Loving (I love to love.). Witty(quirky-yes.). Down to earth (what you see is what you get...I'll only put on a show if I'm on stage.) Outspoken. Determined. High maintenance (most who know me, dearly would agree. But I am getting better!) Pretty. Assertive. Organized. Selfless (not quite selfless yet, but not selfish either).

I have:

Brown hair. Brown Eyes. Blue Eyes. Curly hair. Long fingernails. Braces. Chipped nail polish. Long legs. Straight hair. A fringe. Long eyelashes. Sore feet. Freckles (I love the few that take place randomly). Dark skin. Medium skin. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Dyed (few highlights) hair. Short legs. Red hair. Rosy cheeks. Wavy hair. Black hair. Small-ish waist (paha, sure). Tattoos. Piercings(ears). Big ears. Short hair. Grey eyes.

Note: how can my hair be both curly, wavy and straight? Naturally...it's both. It depends the day. (And I have hot tools in my purse, in my room and stashed in the powder room.) And my eyes change colors with the color of my attire, surroundings and sometimes my mood.

I love (my bold(ed) will consist of things I adore not specifically love):

Flowers. (Cheek) Kisses. Summer. Coffee. The rain. Candles. Incense. Late night talk shows. Insects. Hugs. Chocolate. Music. Beanies (care to explain, anyone?). Harry Potter. Twilight. Facebook. Black and white photos. Sleeping in. Driving(not the act of driving, but the motion & destination that comes from driving) . Narrating my pet’s thoughts. Opening gifts. Buying gifts. Halloween. Cute texts. Apples. Compliments. Country music. Hip hop. Sushi (the fake kind). Sports. Art. Singing. Seeing my loved ones happy. Surprises. Sunsets and sunrises. Skinny dipping. Horror movies. Simon Cowell. Family Guy. Garlic. Hearing somebody talk in their sleep. Being right. KFC. Abstract photography. Concerts and festivals. Tanning (in the natural sunlight). Oversized t-shirts.

I would like to be a:

Police officer. Lawyer. Doctor. Teacher. Fruit picker. Mother. Greenpeace volunteer. Hippie (who says I'm not?), Groupie. Rockstar. Footballer’s wife (haha, not particularly). Therapist. Singer. Actress. Diving instructor. Lottery winner. Company owner. Housewife. Nurse. Builder. Race car driver. Website developer. An inspirational talker. Music teacher. Artist. Chef. Makeup artist. Hairdresser. Restaurant owner. Homeless shelter volunteer. Fitness trainer. Vet. Radio show host. Band manager. Talent manager.

These are all thing I am or all things I have considered doing. Not all things I'm good at or plan to be.

Like a singer....I sing. Teacher....I teach. But not formally!

I like to eat:

Fruit.(some) Vegetables. Fast food. Sushi. In bed. Rice. Sandwiches. Subway. Chicken. Cakes. Seafood. A lot. Pasta. Rice crackers. When I’m bored. Cheese. Ice cream. Garlic bread. Peanut butter out of the jar (hehe, shhh ;) Lots of ethnic foods. Pancakes. Honey. Lunch. Bread crusts. Low calorie foods. Soy products. Gluten free products. Only when I’m hungry. Breakfast. Pizza. Toast.

I dislike:

Cold mornings. Baths. People dissing (psh, elegant choice of words.) my taste in music. People in front of me walking really slowly. Having my personal space invaded, continually. Cleaning. Going to bed early. Wine/beer. Religion arguments. (what are you trying to prove and do you honsetly think it is affecting anyone in a healthy manor? That's just me personally. Iron sharpers iron...I am aware.) Coffee. The beach. Rain. Children. Having my photo taken (um....?). Drama. Gossiping. Hip hop. Cooking shows. Drugs. Cats. People singing happy birthday to me. Selfish people. Social networking sites. Swimming. Snow. Eminem. Seafood. One word text messages. Awkward silences. Alarm clocks. Hypocrites. Attention. The beach. Eggs. 

What applies to you?

Clarity in Harmony with Destiny

Speak hope,
See the essence of liveliness,
Act truth,
Live benevolence.

Dream in depths alien to the common man.
Actions birth as dreams develop.

   Visions softly speak

clarity

in harmony

with destiny

while the pull of gravity

towards practicality 

weighs

light

the burden of every functioning breath in direction of the cross.

A step towards who (Y)ou are-

and whom you are called to be.

Equality in mind

and level headed projections

might be absent

at present

but a sound mind remains intact.

If you have faith & speak hope, see the essence of liveliness, act truth, & live benevolence.

May peace & joy rise from the ashes of neglect.

 (a melancholy melody)

Remember,

Reflect,

those dreams
                              they are not to be neglected.
protect
                 your
                              heart.

Never,
               forget how to truly love.

Let neither regret nor neglect occupy any capacity inside of your heart.

Be honest, never self-absorbed.

Do not doubt-
                         your heart will lead
listen and obey.

Oh, and that I might cry,
                                         WHY?
....would you not rise.

Remember

Reflect
                   LIVE....YOUR....DREAMS.