mum's the word monday

Blessings!

Today

Today is a day. I say that with exasperation, and it's only 10:49 as I type this. It's a day when I woke up feeling down. I could not get motivated to get around, I just wanted to sit on my bed and stare off into space. Not even my normal things that bring my spirits up on a daily basis aren't workin' for me today. I don't have much to say except SIGH. Normally I wouldn't let myself touch my blog with a ten-foot-pole when in a mood like this one, but as I was driving to school a song came on and a few lyrics stood out to me:

Cause He made you to do 
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face 
And tell the story of grace 
With every move that you make 
And every little thing you do 


I was supposed to hear this song. "And tell the story of grace" is the main one that struck a cord with me. So, that will be my mantra today, I will have to remind myself more than normal, that's for sure. 


Blessings! 

mum's the word monday

Blessings!

A Nonfiction Story.

I know, I know, I left you hanging...I'm sure the anticipation is killing you...or maybe not.
A Monday morning. Did you just get a knot in your stomach? I mean there is even a song about the distain of Monday mornings. But my most recent Monday morning was certainly manic, this time though the word "manic" was in a more positive connotation. I am not going to complain about it. Not. One. Bit.

Mom came in my room Monday and woke me up 20 minutes before my alarm. Normally this really would have peeved me BUT the words "Hot Air Balloon" perked me right up. Still confused? So was I. So I got up, looked out the window to the hay field and this is what I saw:

I thought I was dreaming. I had to deliberately blink a few times to clear my vision. But then I had a mission. Get. Picture, Now. Mainly to prove that there really was a Hot Air Ballon in the hay field. It was so beautiful outside, and after I got my pictures I asked why there was a Hot Air Ballon in the hay field. Priorities People! 

Apparently they are from some Hot Air Ballon Convention. They took off from New Mexico and are trying to get to Canada but the weather isn't being too kind. They were running out of fuel at one point and had to start throwoing out valuables- Namely their food. They needed to land and thankfully the hay field worked perfectly- as long as they missed the bales. There, they waited for their crew to come. One was from Germany-hence the German ballon.

How did we discover this ballon? Well Aaron came home from taking a friend home, and there they were..He so hospitably greeted them with "Uhhh...guys what are you doing?"

The German Man taking a picture of Senor Smarty Pants and I, We look like we are going UP!

I went out to talk to them and to get a closer look, they said to ask any questions but the only one I could think of was "Can I have a ride? Please?"-It's my dream. But I knew the whole no fuel detail and a slight liability issue made that answer a 100% NO. But they let me get in! The German man-Willy showed me how to climb in and there really is no graceful way to do it you just kinda grab on the the strings and jump on in.

The visit from the Hot Air Balloon taught me two things:
1. I want to be an early riser when I grow up.
2. I want to wake up to a hot air ballon in my hay field while rising early, when I grow up.

Yes-this honestly happened- that's why I posted photographic evidence.

Blessings!

mum's the word monday...story to come soon.

Blessings!

Autumn

The weather, the leaves, the colors, the sports, the food, the drinks, the sweaters, the boots, the...well you get the picture. 

Blessings! 

Goldenrod.

This stuff. This, the state flower of my great state. This pretty goldenrod is what is making my nose itchy and a tad runny. I will just have to admire it from a distance...better yet just from this picture.

Blessings!