[seventy five]
I like this picture. A lot. I found this Holly Hobbie lunchbox in our old barn. This picture seems to tell a story to me. :) 

Listen.
I love this song... it's gorgeous! She reminds me of Martina McBride in her singing style and her voice.

We seem to have snatched a bug from someone; almost all of us have it. When one falls, we all fall! I miraculously haven't caught it yet, but I see my demise not far off ;) The last couple of nights Sylvia (my 5 yr old sister that shares a room with Samantha and me) has woken up just as I was drifting off to hack and cough and cry <:{ This morning I came in our room while she was putting her clothes away, and she had her hand up to her nose and she said, "My noses are leaking!" I laughed so much. She is a funny one. She also doesn't hesitate to give fashion tips to me (or anyone for that matter.) A few days ago I was in my nightpants getting ready for bed, and she goes, "Those pants look weird on you." I smiled and said, "Oh, thanks, Sylvers!" She responded, "That was not a "thanks."" =P
Stepping outside this morning to take this picture reminded me of something I actually do like about winter: the smell of smoke from our fire in the chilly air. I just love that. Don't worry, my list of things I like about winter is still very small. =)
~Shay

Ponderings

[seventy four]
What am I pondering, you ask? G.K. Chesterton. I found an awesome website that has a bunch of his quotes; they're all so good!  "People talk of the pathos and failure of plain women; but it is a more terrible thing that a beautiful woman may succeed in everything but womanhood." Anyway, you should check it out; it's very good. =) And one especially for Amy&Catherine: "Do not be so open minded that your brains fall out."

[seventy three]
Try it here.
Listen.

Got to talking with my grandpa on the way into church this morning; he was talking about letters, and it got me thinking. (Surmise among yourselves if that's a good thing.) One thing he said in particular was very poetic in expression: "Letters contain such sentimentality for a lot of people, that it comes across as almost criminal to consign them to the flames." I am very much like that. (a bit of quixoticness peeping out, perhaps?) I save almost all the letters I receive. Of course letters are not popular anymore; they are the hard way to communicate. They used to be the only method of communication between estranged friends and family. I still enjoy getting a letter from one of my friends so much more than receiving two lines on facebook. Unfortunately I am very remiss in sending letters =) So. The end result of this rambling is that I should write more letters but probably won't. =) I will try to get a better letter-themed picture someday.
The wind is blowing like there's no tomorrow out there; it's chilly and quiet in the house.

  - Kansas Day-

Outside my window trees gently sway.

Typical windy Kansas day!

Although today the trees aren't gently swaying; they're dancing violently! 

A quote I found last night, for your personal edification. ;) "You must learn from the mistakes of others. You can't possibly live long enough to make them all yourself." Sam Levenson

And.. the grand conclusion to yesterday's post: This morning I was washing my face and when I reached for the towel to dry my face off, my arm knocked the hair brush off the counter. It landed about four inches away from the toilet! =) I seem to have a knack for this. 
And... almost forgot, I realized the other day that my blog name could be taken two different ways: Almost quixotic, or practical *and* quixotic. Just curious, which way did you interpret it?
 

A random disgusting fact of last night.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/shainabo/5212048307/#/

[seventy two] 11/27/10 CHRISTMAS TIME!! Ok, not quite. But I love bells, so these are perfect =) I will be a walking jingle bell come Christmas time. But, you're all wondering about the random disgusting fact of last night, right? Ok. So last night I wet down my hair to put mousse in it and braid it, and I was standing in the bathroom combing it, when all of a sudden the comb hit a snag. My hands were wet, and the comb flew out of my hands. Guess where it landed? (I'll give you a hint; the toilet bowl was open.) You guessed it! For some reason, ( I think I was too tired to think straight) this was hilarious to me, so I washed it off giggling. My sister whom the comb belongs to was not quite as amused as I was. 

To wrap it up, the sun is shining, life is good, and chocolate is better. And I have three new necklaces. And the song I am listening to is... unfortunate. (One, George Jones.) Just one more thing. This photo size is large? *sigh* Click on the link, guys. It's much better there.

[seventy one]

So. My first post. It feel strangely impractical, in disagreement and agreement with my blog name. I watched a BBC version of Sherlock Holmes tonight that I was actually pretty pleased with; imagine that! So that put me in a good mood, as did taking pictures this afternoon in the sun. Which is when I took this one: seventy one of my three sixty five project. Here's the link to my Flickr website where I keep my pictures. http://www.flickr.com/photos/shainabo/5210611436/
Herodotus is calling my reluctant name, and as I am hearing the call of my pillow as well, I have to give in to one of them. Give thanks to the Lord for He is good!