W is for...

Watermelon.
I am so incredibly sad that the peak of watermelon season is coming to an end. I think I have cut up about 6 watermelons this summer, no joke, maybe even more. In fact, there have been times when mom and I have decided to buy TWO watermelons, just in case one of them doesn't satisfy our need for a really good one.

Water Bottles.
This is my new best friend. I have always had a hard time drinking enough water, but this little beauty has been such a help this summer.

White Collar.
I have recently begun a new television show obsession. I love it for the story line, and for his beautiful face, obviously. Even my grandma admits that she'd watch the show regardless of how good or bad it was, just because he is so incredibly good looking. I would have to agree.

no more wishing.

My dearest blog readers,

Do you ever wish you were someone else? I don't mean for the life they have or the way they grew up, but rather for their talents, the way they set goals and then accomplish them, their pizazz for life, their desire to do good things, their energy, their determination, and their ability to express their emotions in such a way that you can completely and totally relate? (sorry for the run-on sentence. You'll find that i don't use punctuation correctly. I apologize, however, this is my blog after all, and I'm not being graded...)

Today I had one of these moments.

For some strange reason that I don't understand (okay, so maybe it's not that strange, but from the perspective of the opposite sex, it could be), I found myself completely and utterly captivated by a former classmate's lovely blog. I think i spent a half hour today flipping through a number of her past posts when i should have been getting ready for school. (Boys just don't understand the joys that can come from 'blogging')

Everything about her blog is lovely: the way she writes, the pictures she takes, the boy she's dating, the food she makes, the fact that everything on her blog is real. She's real. Very real. I love that. I love that she writes about the simple things in life that bring her joy, and the fact that sometimes life isn't always perfect. She realizes, however, that she has everything to be grateful for and has every reason to be happy. I love that.

I want to be more like that. I want the pizazz for life, the determination to accomplish goals, the ability to develop interests into talents. I'm starting today.

Goals. I have a lot of these. Wish me luck.


yours truly,
whit