Weddings.

I am obsessed with weddings. I think it all started when I was a junior in high school. For my horticulture class we had to design our own weddings, it was mainly supposed to be focused on the flowers and plants that you would use on "The Big Day" but for the majority of the girls in the class it meant three months of sorting through wedding magazines to find the perfect dress and ring. And for the boys? Well it meant doing nothing until the day before the due-date.

My wedding that I planned was just the beginning of my total obsession with all things weddings. Now I am an avid reader and follower of many wedding blogs and magazines. I have my own page on The Knot website so that I can add things to my personalized wedding plan.

I had the idea that I could add some of the pictures that I am obsessed with at the moment to my blog so that hopefully you can all get just as addicted as I am.


The newest wedding site is called http://greenweddingshoes.com/ and it is the cutest!

Some pictures that I am just drooling over?

And more to come!

Lazy?

I like to sleep. I mean, I LOVE to sleep. I have a hard time waking up anytime before eight on a regular day... Now you may be thinking, well hey, so do I! You also may be thinking that sleeping until eight or nine shouldn't make you a bad person. But let me tell you. I am considered lazy, ungrateful and a "not-so-hard-worker" because of the small fact that I like to get a little bit more beauty sleep then the rest of my family.
As the farm that I live on starts work at 6:30 (am) (Yeah I have NOOOO idea how they do it all year round) The fact that I like to sleep and rest my body, has always been frowned upon. I mean, it's not that I CAN'T get up early, I wake up at 5:45 ever day at my sisters camp that I work at. But it's hard work, and my smile does NOT look good in the morning if I wake up before the sun. (It's been told to me by MANY people) My face looked pained and my lips seem too small for my head. It's whack.

Life cut me a good deal this spring and gave me a break- mono. (and no I didn't get it from sucking face with any boy... I don't think.) Yeah it was lame at first and I was always feeling sick and couldn't sleep even when I wanted to. But suddenly there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Because even the doctor (and my mom if you can believe it) prescribed me one thing- sleep. Suddenly I could be as lazy as I wanted and just blame it on the mono... I was sleeping 12 to 14 hours a day and it felt wonderful! My roomate and I were maybe the laziest people on the whole campus that spring, and she didn't even have mono. I wish I could keep blaming the fact that I like to sleep on the fact that I had mono all the time, but the sad thing is the symptoms are waring off. Except for the fact that I am always tired... But I don't know if that is a lasting symptom or just how I have been my whole life, I can't exactly remember.

Away, if you think that this judgment on the fact that I like to sleep is harsh and a little mean, please, I beg you... Talk to my family, or at least hold judgment on others who may seem lazy- because the fact of the matter is, that maybe their smile is just not that good in the morning time. Give them a break they might have mono.

The connection game.

When I was in High School my friends and I created a game. The most disgusting and disturbing game around... It is called the connection game and this is how it works.
Pick one person from your school.
Pick another person that has little, to no immediate connection to the other.
(One rule- each of the people that you have picked must have at least kissed two other people for it to work. )
Then- find a trail between the two based on people who they have kissed. Example?
My two names, Jesse and Sam.
Jesse has kissed Lupe, who in 7th grade kissed Donna who kissed Ron and Ron dated Franny last year who made out with Sam at that party.
Get it? Disgusting right? The worst thing I have ever seen is a kissing map of our school. We made a diagram of everyone and their history of kissing/dirty history. I have never been so repulsed in my whole life.
Hope that I have given you something to think about for the day. Enjoy.

Some words of wisdom.

The opportune moment just past me by.

I didn’t do and I don’t know why.

So here I sit my dreams in hand

Slowly sliding though fingers like grains of cool sand.

Why did I wait?

Now it’s to late.

Empty handed, I have nothing but the message:

We have nothing but the present.

Things that I love

Here are my top ten obsessions for the week. In no particular order...

Baseball

Weddings

Rafting

Thinking about the future

Harry Potter

Traveling

Watermelons

Farmers Markets

Forever 21

Cherry Tomatoes

MY FARM.

Full Belly Farm. I have lived here my whole life, actually, I was born at home in my living room. I grew up with a three hundred acre backyard. My brain was filled with stories, fairies and laughter. My body was tough. I walked across hot, muddy, grass covered soil and lived each day like it was the first day of summer vacation. I have no idea how to share my experiences with others, but it is my dream that I can give my readers at least a glimpse into my wonderful childhood.

Enjoy!

Would You Love Me?

Would you love me if I walked away?
Far away in a whole new direction?
Stepped out of your footsteps and left my OWN impression in the soil.

Would you support me as my toes curled into the dark dirt of foreign lands?
Grounding me. Away from you.
Would you love me if I felt my soul lift- pushing out of my chest. Into others. Would you love me?
If I loved others?
I wonder. How much more could I love? If I showed others what I have shown you. Took off my mask and opened up.
Would you love me then?

Would you support me if I chose a new road. One that is different than the one we know.
One paved over with hard reality, and strange possibilities.
And homes.
Homes where families sit in silence. Ignoring each other. Pushing each other over the edge.

So I ask you.
Let me find my edge. By myself.
Let me stand of the edge of everything I know.
The edge of knowledge and truth and security.
Let me look over, and if I fall...
Because I may fall. But if I fall I will fall on my own terms.
And I will learn how to lift myself back up.

Would you love me?
Mom? Dad? Sister and bothers?
If I had no idea where to go from here?
If I felt the path below me start to twist, turn, twirl and shake.
As I shake from the fear of not knowing.

As I stand here, infront of you I dont know many things.
Bust mostly one thing.

Which way from here?