Big bowls of Cereal and "A Fine Frenzy"

I loved reading before I loved any boy. Or thought I loved any boy. I don't know if it was our basement full of books or if it was watching the Beast give Belle a sparkling library but I always find something magical in between the pages. There is this thrill I get when I walk into a library or a bookstore. It feels like possibility.

The taste of Crystal Light is the taste of jumping on a trampoline. But not just any trampoline. A trampoline with the sprinkler beneath it causing shrieks of joy to burst from two young girls who reflected in each rainbowed drop of refreshing water, The maple trees over head throwing down dappled shadows.

New contact day is a good day. As is new razor day. Combine the two, which I did today, and it becomes a day of hygienic epic proportions.

I love that I open my freezer and staring back at me are multiple things of ice cream of differing sizes, brands, and flavors. Almost as much as the fact that I love that about 2 weeks ago I decided that I deserved Breyer's Rocky Road. So I bought a gallon and threw it in the freezer for a time when I really craved it-because any food, and especially Breyer's Rocky Road tastes the best when you really want it and not when you are just eating it to eat it. The next day Mindy came back to the apartment after being at a family camp out. As she walks in the door, and after our excited greeting, she says "So I bought this to show you how much I love you..." and pulls a gallon of heaven out of a bag. I just started laughing and dragged her to the freezer where I showed her the matching gallon I had purchased the day before. Roommate connection? I vote yes.

Sporadic? Random? I know.

Spanglish Is My Life

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
--Ezra Pound




Fresh berries. Delicious and the lip stain of Summer. Pair it with a sun kissed face, a lil Burt's Bees, and air dried hair. Happy. Easy. Simple. Summer.


I love the Reader's Digest. Always have. Always will. I remember being a little girl, sprawled on my parents bed (the best place in the world to take a nap) reading issue after issue from cover-to-cover. We always had millions of them scattered around from various years. 3 on Mom's bed side table, 2 on Dad's. 4 in their bathroom. 2 in the back entry way one. 3 in the basket by the speakers and probably up to 5 scattered around the aquarium. Except we didn't have an aquarium. Well, we did. But we got rid of it when I was 3 or 4. And yes, I still have a vague memory of burying Flounder in the back yard. But we still call that area "the aquarium", even 18-19 years later.

Anyway-they had this article titled something like "50 Things Your Dentist Wants You To Know". Fascinating. I have always brushed, I can't function without it, but now...I got out of bed last night to REbrush after my mind wandered back to the article. (You should spend at least 10 minutes daily taking care of your dazzling smile). And I added "mouthwash with floride" to my shopping list. Dr. Workman would be proud...