Silly.

This evening I just don't really feel like pinning anything.

Correction. 

I just don't feel like doing pins of the week. 

Why?

I have got no idea. 

Well....

Okay. Maybe it is the fact that I just don't want to do anything. 

Do you ever feel like that?

You come home from work dead tired, but you want to do something productive or fun to make your day worth something, but you can't figure anything you can do because it is so late when you get home and your so tired that you don't want to do anything. 

Did that make sense?

Because I explained that to my parents and they gave me a really odd look. Like the feeling was a foreign entity or something. 

Maybe it is just me. 

But in light of keeping up with this blog, I will make my fingers trek across the keys for the...

Pins of the Week. 

I'm feeling a bit philosophical today so here are some words of wisdom.

Brought to you by pinterest and some really awesome people.

Okay, so I have to admit Zooey is not one of my favorite actresses. 

She plays a lot of the same roles. 

But right here, in her own words, I think she got it right. 

The lack of tenderness in this world is growing. 

That blows my mind because we have so much around us to feel and to touch and to love. 

Life isn't meant to just be lived, it is meant to be experienced and felt. 

Well put, Deschanel. Well put.

For me that light is God. 

He is the equal to happiness 

which can always be found when I need help.

A universal truth known to women. 

Seems to always happen.

Always when we least expect it. 

Which is weird because we should know to expect it 

since it always happens. 

Agreed. 

I've learned this week that people surprise me. 

People that I love, people that I don't know, and people I'm not a big fan of. 

Robert Pattinson is one of the latter. 

I'm not fond of him as an actor, but I honestly think he has a good mind. 

I love this quote much more than I can express. 

It gives me hope. 

Well....there you have it. 

I hope you all had a very enjoyable Sunday. 

b out.

You forgot the please.

I love a lot of things.

Like oreos smothered in peanut butter. 

Long drives in Boost with the windows down and the music blasting. 

Good looking men with British accents. 

Summer salads. 

Long naps in nice soft summer green grass. 

Sleeping. 

Anything remotely related to The Avengers. 

Or Iron Man. 

Lace. 

Traveling to any place my mind can imagine.

The noise bubbles make when they pop.

Perry the Platypus. 

Shoes. 

And mustard yellow. 

Which is why I ordered these last Saturday. 

I couldn't help myself especially after I've been looking at them on my pinterest board for several months. 

Yeah...you could say I have a poor defense system.

I have to tell you though. 

I didn't know mustard yellow leather could make someone so amazingly happy.

b.

No pressure.

I have a favor to ask of you today.

I have wanted to ask this for about a week now, but everything has been so hectic.

Saturday I got evacuated off of Pikes Peak because of a local wildfire.

At that moment, it wasn't a scary thing. Probably because I was too busy celebrating not having to work for the rest of the day.

And I was pretending that it wouldn't get to serious because no really big disasters hit where we live.

But on Monday morning, I realized that this was not going to just blow over.

It is big and it has the power to destroy everything in it's path.

It's scary.

And I'm not just saying this because my brother and his family were in the midst of being evacuated.

I'm not saying it because their house could have burnt to the ground.

Nor am I saying it because the look on my niece's face when she contemplated her house burning shook me.

But each of these woke me up.

The people who were hurt by this fire weren't hurt bodily (thank goodness), but they were hurt. And they are scared and homeless and worried about what life is going to hurl at them next.

They have a lot stacked upon their shoulders.

I want to lighten them somehow.

Tell them it is okay and that even though parts of their life is gone, they still have the foundation. Their family.

But I don't really know how to do that by myself at this point so I am going to start by praying.

Because I know the Lord is there watching out for those people. Comforting them. Loving them. Helping them.

Even if they don't know it.

So.....could I ask each of you a favor?

To pray for these people who have been affected by the fire, including the firefighters, the military, and all those who are participating at extinguishing the fire?

To pray for the weather to turn moist?

To pray, not only for this fire, but for any person in this world who is burdened with heavy doubts or fears or worries?

To send your love to them even though they are strangers?

I am learning that family is not just the people you know and love and are related to in some way.

I have family all across Colorado Springs and all across the United States and all across the world that I have not met and probably will never meet.

But, in some way that I don't quite understand yet, I love them. They are my Father's children. He loves them, why not I?

b.

It's as plain as the nose on your face.

Pins of the Week. 

Is there anything more beautiful and classic than lace?

I love how it adds a subtle, but yet fashionable touch. 

So pretty. 

This is so inexcusably me. 

Just today, I went out thinking,

"Oh, I should probably go associate with people my age instead of my parents."

But then, when I got there, I wanted to leave. 

A little sad, maybe. 

But very much me.

I finished reading a book this week. 

It was called, "The Fault in Our Stars",

It is a beautifully written book about life and death 

and the trials that we are meant to live down here on earth. 

It also talks about choices. 

Ones we regret.

Ones, that if we had the choice again, we would choose the same.

I just realized that I say this all the time. 

It makes me wonder what else I do in habit. 

Maybe it's genetic. 

Again...the lace. 

I just love it. 

How can you not love the daintiness. 

It's just so pretty. 

Easy. Check. 

Price Friendly. Check. 

Awesome. Check. 

I think this is so great. 

I can read and eat at the same time. 

Without having to hold the book. 

A book obsessor's dream. 

b. 

Do you promise?

Being evacuated in the middle of my shift because of a nearby wildfire?

Yeppers.

All in a days work. 

b.

Come sit with me.

If you haven't noticed, I have been having a really hard time trying to figure out what to write on a daily basis. 

My life is pretty much routine except for my days off. 

I sleep. 

I wake up. 

I get dressed, commence with necessary beauty regiment, and then put socks on. 

I make my lunch, put pink lemonade powder in my water bottle (with water, of course), and then make two pieces of toast for breakfast. 

I get everything together, brush my teeth, and then leave. 

I drive, park, and then get into a big white van. 

They drive, I sit, either reading or listening to music. 

I get out of the van when we reach the summit. 

I put my stuff in my locker, clock in, go to the bathroom, and then see what my assignment is. 

I work. 

I eat lunch in the middle of working. 

I over-smile. 

I clean, I close, and then I stock. 

When time, I clock out and then pile in the van for an exciting ride down the mountain. 

I climb out of the van, climb into my car, switch my work shoes for my comfy mocassins, and then drive off down the highway.

I park in front of my house and climb out of my car.

I eat, talk to my parents, and then fall into my warm bed. 

Then I wake up again....

Nothing much exciting really happens. 

Except freak snowstorms, burnt popcorn, and random people dressed up as Lord of the Rings characters. That was actually pretty awesome.....

b.

Don't say that word.

Hiya, ya'll. 

Happy Father's day to ya. 

Especially to you Dad. Love ya.

It was a pretty good one here in sunny Colorado. 

Church was good sans surprise. 

Yeah....the leader of the meeting decided to have some impromptu speakers come up and talk about their fathers and what they are thankful for and end with their testimony. 

I think this is mean. I'm not a social speaker nor will I ever be, but if I am to speak, I need a warning period of about 24 hours if you want something intelligent to come out of my mouth. 

But, nevertheless, after I turned to my Dad hoping that I won't be called, whose name comes from one of the counselor's lips?

Mine. 

Talk about deer in headlights. 

I'm just glad I didn't wear heels. 

Who knows what could have happened?

After church, I made biscuits and danced to Pandora's Disney playlist. Talk about a party. 

We, then, trekked to my brother's house for some dinner and fun. 

Tickle fights, berry cobbler, politics, cutie pie holding, and mass happiness was on the menu. 

Thank goodness for days off. 

  Now onto the....

Pins of the Week.

To start things off, here's a shout out to mi padre. 

I love my dad and all that he has taught me. 

I know that I am who I am because of my parents. 

And for that I am very grateful.

Sometimes when I socialize with people I feel like I don't belong. 

Or that I'm just not normal because of how I think. 

I tend to worry to much and over think things. 

I work hard and play when appropriate. 

I know who I am and who I want to be. 

I have a mission. 

It's good to know that someone might find that attractive someday.

One word. 

Yum O.

I have had many obsessions in my lifetime. 

But I have never wanted shoes with one of my obsession on it. 

Today, that has changed. 

I want a pair of these shoes. 

The Ironman ones specifically. 

I would wear them everywhere. 

So I don't drink tea, but I couldn't help but agree with the sentiment.

I know this might sound ridiculous and slightly picky, 

but I really want to marry a Englishman. 

Like really bad.  

Slightly insensitive, but perfectly true. 

I'm sorry for those who wear skinny jeans, but they weren't made for men.

And they are not at all manly. 

Truthfully, I think they're gross.  

I have been thinking about this movie a lot. 

I just love the ending scene where the boy finally realizes that he has fallen for this girl, 

but broken so many of his own dating rules along the way. 

She was the girl. His girl. His exception.

It is such a sweet scene. 

I think this would be so great.

For my bedroom. 

So whenever I am bored, entertainment is only a brightly covered marker away. 

Or in a kid's room. 

You wouldn't have to worry about marker marks on the wall. 

Because they would be welcome. 

Could be a great way to start early with artistic creativity.

Well, Happy Father's Day. 

And Goodnight.

b.