Ramblings…

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So, I know I posted yesterday, but as one of my commenters assured me, I don’t annoy y’all, so blogging everyday must make y’all happy!  (And I’m off school this week and have a list of blogging things I NEED to do, so yeah.  That’s life.)

Today I’m just rambling.  And showing you pictures.  And telling you what my life is like. It’s going to be a really random rambling, so you probably should buckle your seat belt tight, and hold on to the wheel.  (Or, if you’re like me, ignore the seat belt, throw one of your arms out of the open window, and hit the gas!)

Let’s start off with my mom trying Siri out.  I was on the way home from work.

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Apparently Illinois gets three cheers, no?  Don’t we all love Siri?  Lol, the adventures I’ve had with that thing.

Since we’re all ready talking about my mom, I’ll throw her in again.  I recently did a post with my photography here, and my mom asked me why I didn’t put her portrait in.  I think she was a little offended she wasn’t put in her famous daughter’s post.  Anyway, without further ado, my mom!

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Guess I had to get my craziness from somewhere.  😉

I’ve been giving my younger sister some photography lessons, and she’s gotten so much better!  It’s funny to see her trying to figure it all out, and she’s always thrilled when she’s found a new trick out.

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The other night when I was writing my book, she wanted to take some pictures of me.  I told her the camera was all hers, as long as she didn’t disturb me.  And, for your own gratification, here’s a snip-it of something I wrote.

“As you say,” Jonathan sighed; regardless, he dropped the backpack.  

“Smile!”  Cassy started pressing the button on her camera, and Jonathan looked straight at the shutter.

“This isn’t what I’d call a grand vacation,” Jonathan muttered through clenched teeth.  “This is more like torture.”

Haha, Jonathan.  Get used to it.  Having a photographer in the family is both torture and a blessing.  You get your Christmas photos taken for free!

Well, we’ve had a lot of flowers blooming in our yard.  Wanna take a look?  Sorry, I’m not giving you a choice.

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Can you see that little spider?  Isn’t he cute?

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Don’t you just love this flower?  I do.  It’s just so…So pink.

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Do you like flowers?  Which flower picture was your favorite?

Okay, so we have a huge garden.  3,000 sq. feet to be exact, and we’re growing corn, cucumbers, melons, squash (both summer and winter) tomatoes, beans, and…Um?  Is that it?  I think it is.  Hmm, I might remember something in a bit.  Anyway, it’s been a lot of work, and I’m starting to wonder what Adam and Eve were thinking when they took a bite of that fruit.

I’ve claimed the corn as “my” corn, and so I’ve been weeding it.  We have roughly three rows, and a few scattered here and there.  (Lots of seeds dropped out of people’s pockets.)  Sadly, we had a bad gale and our method of keeping away weeds (A.K.A. cardboard boxes) cut down three-four stalks of my corn.  I felt like having a funeral for them.

Since y’all know I can talk forever, I’m just hurrying to the actual pictures.

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The corn a few weeks ago.  It’s been growing like crazy, and we even have a few husks!  I’m so excited!  *does happy dance*

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A baby husk.  Isn’t it so photogenic?  I’m in love with my corn, and I’m so proud of it!  Keep growing, little guys!  (And gals…I don’t suppose they have a gender. 🤔)

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Corn flowers and fluffy clouds. 🙂

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Here’s one of the melons.  I’m such a good photographer, that I made it look twice it’s size.  It’s actually rather small.  (Here’s a small hint.  Put your melons on cardboard.  Otherwise, they’ll rot.  We had quite a few rotten melons last year.)

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Anyone love acorn squash?  I think I’ll mail it to you if you do.  We’re gonna have a ton.  😬

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Our tomatoes are really sad looking, but they do have some fruit!

We went to a nature preserve, and they had go-cart golf-cart type things, and I got to drive.  I was so excited, but I brought a few screams from my mom.  Hehe, but I wasn’t as bad as my brother.  He had the little girls screaming bloody murder.  My poor ears.  Anyway, while we were there, I got pictures of this fella.

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Don’t know if you can see him in that picture, but I hope you can!

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He was a little baby, and he couldn’t fly much yet.  He was so cute!

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There was also a wood chapel. Sadly, most of my pictures didn’t turn out because it was just about to pour, and the lighting was horrid.

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That was the doorway inside.  The bell that you could ring was so loud!  My ears were throbbing and I’m afraid to say I was a little closer to tears than I’d like to admit.  Who could stand such a deafeningly loud, earth-quakingly alarming sound?

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My family would’t get out of the way.  😕

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What d’ye say, lass…Or lad.  Whichever you maybe.  Do ye like it?  I ken ye do.

And, since I think you’ll like this, I’ll through in some of my favorite blog posts at the moment.

For the Younger Sibling Among Us–Fro Allison

A Day in My Life As An Author–Once Upon an Ordinary 

Summer Nights–Maddy’s Digital Diary

Library Trip, Reading Program, and a (cool?) Video–A Storynerd’s Life

Go check out those blogs!

Lastly and probably most importantly, my siblings and I decided to put on a production.  I mean, we’re already planning a few more after this, but this was a starting point, you know?

I was supposed to be the newsboy person, and Jay, my brother (also known as Bilbo,) was supposed to be an old man.  Jay fell flat because the store didn’t have white dye or a fake beard.  (We tried to “dye” his hair by using flour and hairspray.  Hey, it worked *sorta*) Anyway, I had a bit of difficulty getting my long, thick hair taken care of, but I was ingenious, and even surprised my sister.

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But!  My sister wasn’t satisfied.  I was supposed to be a dirty ragamuffin with black hair, and dirty pants.  So?  I had to go dump a bucket of dirt on me.  Not exactly, but I felt like an elephant was spraying dirt down my shirt.  Needless to say, I was a walking dirt bag, as I later showed when I tried to take off the clothes.

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After filming and my dirt job.  My sister says I really looked like a boy, especially in the last scene.  To her I must have a boy’s swagger????  LOL, y’all can decide.  Here’s the video.

 

The music is not by me, though I’ve already been asked that.  I honestly say I wish it was. But, it’s not.  I’m not that good yet.  Enjoy!

(Oh, and I had to dye my hair black with wash out dye, and it got everywhere…Just like the foundation.  HELP!  I’ve never done make-up before!  Wait, brow liner and eye liner are different?  Is that why the prices were different?  I think I need a supervisor.  😳  Is eye liner easier to apply?  If so, it might be worth the extra money.  #cheap)

And that, m’dears, is the end of my rambling.  I’m surprised if you stuck with me.  If you did, here’s a high five that somehow made it through the screen???  Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

What was your favorite photo?  Do you enjoy a nice long ramble?  Do you like to drink hot drinks in hot weather?

~~Amie~~

Pros and Cons of Being Tall

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And welcome to another pros and cons post!  If you checked out the other post here, you’ll know I have a plan to make this a series.  Anyway, today is the pros and cons of…Being tall!  Yep!  I thought about doing one about being short, but I’ve never experienced that, so I just decided to go with this one.

As an intro, I am roughly six foot with boots on, so I am tall for an American gal.  I usually like to add a ten gallon hat though, just to make me look taller. 😉 Anyway, on with this post!

Con #1

You get told the same thing ALOT!

“Wow, you’re tall!”

“Oh, you actually are tall!”

“You’re a giant!”

Okay, this is actually one of my pet peeves, but I’m getting over it.  It’s not like people say to short folks, “Oh, wow!  You’re short!”  And why does height have to correspond with age?  I don’t know, maybe that’s just my experience.  Let me advise you and do a favor for all other tall people.  We know we’re tall.  You don’t have to tell us.  We’re told that more than enough. This is a real con, though.  😕

Pro #1

You don’t have to climb on stools or counters.

I can reach a lot of things.  My mom and random people at the grocery store get me to reach for them.  I often forget how smaller people reach things.  The other day I saw a friend climb up on the counter to reach the cups and I was like, uh, what are you doing on the counter?

Her answer?  Not everyone is tall or blessed with long arms.  I guess I’m super blessed.  😉

Con #2

You have big feet.

Yes, this is a con.  The bigger your feet, the harder it is for you to warm them!  They’re all the way down there…And all the way out there.  Anyway, also for me as a girl, it’s hard to find shoes that fit.  I have narrow, long feet.  Yep, I wear guys shoes.  My running shoes are a men’s 12.  No, I’m not kidding.  Someone actually passed them on for my brother, and I said, “Sorry, they’re mine.”  I think the poor person was thunderstruck I could actually fit them.  My boots are all men’s 11.  Welcome to the world of big feet!  You’ll never wear heels either.  Who wants to be six foot two?  Also for this con, you’re called Bigfoot all the time.  My mom affectionately refers to my feet as boats.  😂

Pro #2

You’re noticed!

I don’t know how many times I’ve been stopped at conferences and stuff to be told, “Wow!  You’re tall!” Or “I like your hair.” Or “Nice boots.”  I’m like a whole head taller than most ladies or more, so I guess I’m pretty noticeable.  Anyway, it’s a huge benefit.  Also, you always read books about tall people being imposing and leaders.  I hate being the leader, but the idea of being imposing sounds nice.

Con #3

You’re told/asked some strange things.

“How’s the oxygen up there?”

Yep, that’s really been asked me before.  Recently I was told that I couldn’t be a pediatrician because I was too tall.  I guess I would scare away the kids??  Anyway, this is a pretty weird con, but a con none the less.  I honestly don’t want to be a runway model, or a basketball player, and no, I don’t think volley ball would be up my alley.  Olympic swimming?  Not exactly what I plan for my life.  Can’t I just write or act?  I’m too tall for acting?  Okay, well, it seems my dream has just bit the dust.  😂  Yes, I actually do like being taller than your brother.  No, I have no clue how I’ll find a husband.  I’m not sure if being successful really has to do with height, but if it does, I seem to be on my way to success.

Maybe y’all get the idea?  It’s been going like this for my whole life.  And just because I’m taller than you doesn’t mean I’m older than you.

Pro #3

People are wary around you.

Okay, I’m not sure if this is a pro or a con, but it is what it is.  I’m usually left out of the cliques and stuff because the saying, “Birds of a feather flock together,” is true.  Guess who I talk to the most?  Guys around six feet tall.  😂  I just follow my brother around and talk with the guys he talks to.  I’ve learned a lot about shotguns, politics, and other stuff that way.  But shorter people usually don’t look me in the eye (Must be uncomfortable to look up) unless I’m sitting down.  I must be scary.  🤔

Do y’all think I’m scary?

Con #4

Clothes being too short…

Yes, this is so real.  I ordered this dress, and it was to the person’s shins in the picture, but on me it goes right about the knee.  It’s true.  Finding jeans, PJ pants, or leggings that don’t show my ankles is really hard.  Here’s a tip I use.  I just look and see which pair of pants are dragging on the ground when they’re on the racks.

Dresses are the hardest, though.  It’s kinda sad, because I like dresses, but it is what it is.

Pro #4

Always being able to see over people’s heads.

At plays, in lines, and just standing there in a crowd…You can see a lot that a smaller person wouldn’t see.  I never have the problem my friends complain about when they say they can’t see over this person’s head.  But then I feel sorry because I’m the one causing that problem to someone else.  Doesn’t that make you feel bad?  I mean, just put yourself in my shoes.  (Haha, they’d probably be too big for you). I usually try to remind myself that it isn’t my fault…

Con #5

Hugging short friends.

Guys, this is awkward.  Most of my friends are 5’2″ give or take a few inches.  When I go to hug them, I have to conveniently drop a few inches.  It’s just really awkward for me.  That’s why I go by a no hugging rule…Unless you’re my BFF.  I’m always like, please let’s just get the first few minutes of meeting old friends and hugging them over.  Also for this con, I’ll throw in slouching.  I know a few other tall girls who slouch, and it is SO easy to do.  I’m not kidding.  I sometimes find myself doing it when I’m with a group of people that aren’t over 5′. It’s hard being a foot taller than most people.

Pro #5

Growing pains..

I’ve run out of pros…So I’m going with a con for pro number five.  Well, if you enjoy pain, this might be a pro.  (But who enjoys pain?).  I’ve had growing pains for as long as I can remember.  I can see a lot of sleepless nights in the past.  Here’s a tip for all of you who hate popping pills and think they’re tough enough to live out the pain.  You’ll be a lot less tired the next day if you just take some ibuprofen.

And that about sums up being tall!  Comment below what you want the next pro and con post to be.  Also comment if you’re tall, or if you want to be tall after reading these comments.  Have a wonderful weekend.

~~Amie~~