my head is gonna explode.

happy pioneer day! if youre not mormon and/or youre not from utah, you probably had no idea that the 24th of july is a holiday. but it is, so celebrate. i made a goal at the beginning of the summer to learn to quilt (this may seem like an odd goal, but i have a lot of spare time) and it seemed appropriate to finish my first project on this hallowed day. im not sure how my pioneer ancestors would feel about my electric sewing machine and synthetic batting, but im sure theyd be awful proud of my color choices.

summer days roll on. yard sale this morning. summer thunder storm. kayaking. barbeque. watermelon. dutch oven apple dessert. yuuum

it was over 100 degrees today. tomorrows sposed to be even hotter. dang thats hot. i spent most of the day poolside but took a break from the sun for a bit to run some errands. picked up some quilt batting from joanns fabric. grocery shopped at trader joes. came home and my mom stuck a mystery baby in my arms to babysit while she taught a swimming lesson. so there i am in my kitchen, baby on my hip, putting away frozen chicken and trailmix and hollering at parley to stop barking. i am way too young for that.

this is cool. i wish i thought of it first.

my personal favorite. i like nice shaped eyebrows too. so does kait devine. we have that in common.

i've never understood or supported the male fascination with mustaches. i believe they should be a distant past-time. but i like salvador dali, and i like this quote:


"Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches." 

ive been feeling a little under the weather the past few days, which is alright because it gave me the opportunity to catch up on all my friends' blogs. genuine gold, every one of em. especially my good friend Clark. found this gem on this page and have been hooked ever since. i love it and had to spread the good news. hats off to the creative souls of this world.

squam. lakes and lodges and porches and docks and boats and canoes and rope swings and sunscreen and all you can eat breakfast lunch and dinner. the occasional mosquito. ivy league eye candy. just a little slice of heaven in our own new england backyard. 

fourth of july in boston. if you havent done it, i'm sorry but you have never actually celebrated our country's independence. if you have, you know why i feel that way. GOD BLESS AMURICA

my first good read of the summer. Man's Search For Meaning: An Introduction to Logotheraphy, written by Viktor E. Frankl. came highly recommended and will go highly recommended. my conclusions in one sentence, seeing as this blog is not a book review and i am not a member of any book club (despite the encouragement of my mother): i feel better equipped to live having read, no, experienced this book.


"I think the meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather detected."


"What man actually needs is not a tensionless state, but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of him." 


"The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall calender, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calender and files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few diary notes on the back. He can reflect with pride and joy on all the richness set down in these notes, on all the life he has already lived to the full. What will it matter to him if he noticed that he is getting old? Has he any reason to envy the young people whom he sees, or wax nostalgic over his own lost youth? What reasons has he to envy a young person? For the possibilities that a young person has, the future that is in store for him? "No, thank you," he will think, "Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of suffering suffered. These are the things of which I am most proud, though these are things which cannot inspire envy".


i think i am growing up a bit. although i still intend to conquer the world.