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i was looking through old india pictures.

i was looking at them with a whole new perspective.

current events are worthy of a blog post, but i have a headache.


















“But all the wickedness in the world which man may do or think is no more to the mercy of God than a live coal dropped in the sea.”

William Langland c. 1400.



this is a chair that i found at a garage sale this morning; along with a pair of Nick and Nora slippers and a coffee/spice grinder.

oh, the simplicities of life.


of course here an artsy picture that i don’t know what to do with.


this is a picture ellie took of me in spanish 2 class. i am wearing this old dress that i found in our sewing stuff. hmm. vintage.

here are three books that REALLY make me happy.




The Small Rain by Madeleine L’Engle

The Art of the Tart by Tamasin Day-Lewis

SOUP by William Sonoma

“We may live without poetry, music, and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.”

Owen Meredith
(Edward Robert Bulwer, Earl of Lytton)

Chocolate Chip Banana Bread


2 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup mashed ripe banana (2 to 3 medium)
1/2 cup butter (melted)
1/2 cup sour cream
2 eggs
1 cup chocolate chips
2 Tbsp cocoa powder
1 Tbsp vanilla extract

1. Heat oven to 350°F. Grease bottom only of 9×5-inch loaf pan. (Or two smaller pans)

2. Combine all dry ingredients except chocolate chips in a small bowl. Mix wet ingredients in large bowl and then add dry ingredients and blend well. Pour batter into prepared pan. Sprinkle chocolate chips on top of batter and mix in a little.

3. Bake 50 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes; remove from pan. Cool completely on wire rack. 1-2 loaves depending of what sizes of pans you use. *Good with cup of milk




i had a little celebration for my friend and her three month anniversay with a special boy. :D not pictured. :(

i made chocolate chip banana bread. i sort of made up the recipie and i will post it in a second.


of all the pictures we took of eachother this is the most decent. haha.


we ate it up fast!

by Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
—Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.

You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

a. hurt knee on friday

b. painted with cally. what bliss.

c. SAT at St. Mark’s…glad its overrr

d. Arsenic and Old Lace (worth watching again)

e. little colton short

f. talked to amy for 1 hr 22 minutes

g. stayed home from church

h. elizabethtown. i cannot express how much i love this movie.

i. drawing one of favorite scenes from elizabethtown

j. hot chocolate

k. caught up on muuuch needed sleep

l. really restful quiet afternoon

m. run over to the library; 5 new books!

n. immersion in what i call “bull” books that are like temporary morphine shots. tough love, romance, etc.

n. talking again to amy for a while

o. really awesome dinner. chicken in a pot.

p. hannah chupp

q. surprises!!

r. song, Same in Any Lanquage by I Nine.

s. elizabethtown soundtrack

t. planting seeds

u. sunny day!

v. 5 blankets on my bed

w. skinny jeans

x. no choir at 4:45!!

y. random phone calls

z.  paintings on my wall from cally


I started The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and was intrigued by a hilarious quote:

The book is narrated by a man called Gilbert (four and twenty) who has a younger brother whose named is Fergus.  Fergus thinks he’s hilarious. (“Preposterous!!!” shrieked Fergus, mocking his sister, the three exclamation points are there!) He says something, and this follows:

“But if he intended the speech to be hailed as a master-stroke of wit, he signally failed, for nobody laughed. However, He was not much disconcerted at that; for when he had taken a mouthful of bread and butter, and was about to swallow a gulp of tea, the humour of the thing burst upon him with such irresistible force, that he was obliged to jump up from the table and rush snorting and choking from the room, and, a minute after, was heard screaming in fearful agony in the garden.”

Obliged to go screaming in fearful agony in the garden? baha.

Sounds like something I would do…

These pictures are from the rain yesterday. You can see how it was REALLY cold and where I ran into the garage. haha.






a. smoothie made of carrots, an apple, an orange, orange juice, and some frozen banana



b. valentines letter from little girl i baby-sat a lot last fall