'You wanna know the real difference between us? Let me see... I know how to fence and you don't... Or I have class and you don't. Take your pick.'

Today went kinda like this:

Except for the fact that 1. I was alone and 2. I was actually outside (on my back porch) eating oreos with peanut butter. I took my spoon and stuck it out in the open, hoping I could catch a few rain drops. A few rain drops later, I stuck the spoon in my mouth. It was the best tasting rain that I have ever tasted (and the only rain I have ever tasted).

solitude.

A dear friend of mine told me something along these words:

 { I have the tendency to break off from a crowd of people and wander to places where I am alone. I don't know I'm doing it, but I do it all the time. }

At that moment, I realized how jealous I am of her.

I wish I could remove myself from conversation that crowds my thoughts and think solely to myself without even thinking about it.

Guess what? I went boating for my first time ever yesterday! It was all rather beautiful. Gorgeous. Water stretched out for miles around me. Utah mountains surrounding us and Toy-Story clouds peaking from behind them.

Kayloni, McKayla, and I discovered that screaming makes everything more enjoyable.

Cruising around and watching the newly-formed waves surrounding the boat was... well... 'romantic' as the Brynn would say. I almost cried thinking about it all.

I refused to pee in the water and was teased greatly for it. It grossed me out to think that I was swimming with fish in filthy water. That's why I kept my feet close to the surface rather than letting them dangle in the deep water. But for the most part, I just tried to not think about it...

Does anyone want to take me boating again?

Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours.
Avec Amour,
Madison
Eighteen Pebbles

what i love about sunday

Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!

That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah. 
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor.

Ma mére has her visiting teachers over. That means I have to be SUPER careful of what I do or say.


Last time they were over when I was home I had just finished a shower. I did not know they were upstairs and started singing some ridiculous song at the top of my lungs all the way to my bedroom. McKayla came to my room not long after and told me that they were all laughing at me upstairs. Oh boy.


I am just trying so hard not to sing too loud to embarrass my mother. It's taking all my will power not to...


So here's the thing. I really like country music. It's the music I grew up listening to. But most of you already knew that. But what you don't know is this:


I love the country songs about tractors.  


She Thinks my Tractor's Sexy by Kenny Chesney and Big Green Tractor by Jason Aldean. I would like to go on a date where we go on a ride on his tractor and have a picnic in the fields. Yeah, that's my kind of romance- country style.

Here's some country favorites (including the two mentioned above):

• 1970 Somethin' ( Mark Willis)
• Honey Bee ( Blake Shelton)
• I Love You This Big ( Scotty McCreery)
• Put You in a Song ( Keith Urban)
• Just a Kiss ( Lady Antebellum)
• No one Needs to Know (Shania Twain)

Listen to some country music. Please.
Avec amour,
Madison

this post is about muffins, not cupcakes.

Blueberry muffins. Wanna know why (this post is about muffins and not cupcakes)? Keep reading.


Kenedi and I were... well... doing nothing. I remembered my blueberry muffin left over from breakfast. This is what I discovered to be more exciting than I imagined it would be:


Searching blueberry muffins in Google Images while eating a blueberry muffin.


Of course my blueberry muffin was better than all of the images that were pulled up.
Not really.
Kenedi chuckled at my weirdness....
What irked me more than anything was that pictures of cupcakes popped up when I searched blueberry muffins.


Just in case you were wondering, muffins are not cupcakes.
Love Always,
Madison

C'est Bon.

So much wasted in the afternoon,

so much sacred [time] in the month of June.

Maybe I should write my summer list of things to do on paper instead of leaving it as a mental note. I have forgotten so much of it, and now, I am bored out of my mind. No to mention, all my friends are gone or not available. C'est bon... je pense... 

Here. Take a goggle at these beautiful women:

Dorothea Lange

Jessie Tarbox Beals

Margaret Bourke-White

(The captions have a link to their bios.)

Hello, Darling. I believe it is summertime.

*post script: Is it sad that all I can think about is books (and photography)? Is it sad that all I really have to talk about is books (and photography)? Is it sad that all I want to do is read a book (and take pictures)?
Maybe you understand, but maybe not.
It's fine. I still love you.

of summerish thoughts and such

She loved to daydream, and though her reputation for talking to herself was known by only a few, she knew it was part of her life. She could see things in her mind about herself, and she just had to talk about them to herself. 
'All right, so I mentally view my future. Is that so bad?' 

You can quote me, Commander. This is going to be a summer to sing about.

(quotes from A Summer to Sing About by Shirley Sealy)

twenty plus pebbles (if only that was possible)