up in the sky so blue

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It was a lovely day today.

So Nikki and I took the opportunity to become re-acquainted with our swing set.

“DON’T FORGET ME, I BEGGG! I REMEMBER YOU SAID…”

(no kidding, she really was singing Adele. I don’t really know what to think of that.)

And on top of the lovely morning we enjoyed, I discovered a way to occupy a two year old for at least an hour. Cupcake ice cream cones.

Yes.

On a slightly random side note, I’d be eternally gatefull if you’d take a moment and answer my poll below. What would you like to see more of on Happy Little Somethings?

the simplest of happies

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I’ve been noticing happy little things lately.

Then I remembered that I had a blog named ‘Happy Little Somethings’.

So I have decided to give you a glimpse of a few things that make me happy.

o1. drinks that aren’t water

Ahh, the love affair continues.

o2. bubbles

So I went to Wal-Mart the other day to get some things for my violin students. I had promised them prizes for finishing learning ‘Here Comes The Sun’ (forget Suzuki, Beatles is the way to go). But while strolling the isle of party favors and such, I decided that I really needed bubbles. And that the world really needs more bubbles. So I came home that day with…well, bubbles. And, thus, the world has become a much happier place. You should try it.

o3. entertaining little kids and myself simultaneously 

Sailboat potatoes. Need I say more?

o4. springtime and its counterparts

My freckles are coming back. Probably because I’m finally brave enough to go outside again.

o5. pretending to be healthy

Plain spinach. Yup.

o6. doctor who geekiness

And yes. Yes I did buy a Doctor Who poster. You’re jealous, I just know it.

o7. dreams

Life is happy.

CHAAAAAAAARGE!

these little town blues

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So I went to New York.

To perform at Carnegie Hall.

Yes, that happened.

And may I just say… I am an extremely blessed person to have gotten to go. It was incredible.

Taylee, Hails, Emmers and I went to Macy’s one day. Yes, the Macy’s with, like, a bazillion floors. We felt adventurous.

I’ve decided that subways are somewhat dreary places. I might do a whole blog post on people’s faces in the subway. It’s so weird. It’s like one gets on a subway and suddenly you’re under a trance of depression. Or at least your expression is.

One day, I’ll go ride subways for the sole purpose of making people happy. Somehow.

Julliard. Julliard Julliard Julliard. *sigh*

There comes a time in every person’s life when they find themselves alone in a hotel room with nothing to do.

I took advantage of it.

I threw a concert.

I built a blanket fort.

I took pictures in the mirror. Because that’s what girls just do.

Then I got tired.

The cake was called ‘Death by Chocolate’. We died.

It’s us!

Lydia wanted this mask so bad. You could just see it in her eyes.

I made a new friend…

…and Toni found the love of her life.

It was slightly cold.

Farewell, New York. Until we meet again.

only me when i’m with you

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For the past few weeks, I haven’t been my usual self. I’ve been a melancholic and emotional wreck of a person. And sometimes, all I want in the world is someone to cry to at ungodly hours of the night. Or someone to vent to for insanely long amounts of time. Or just someone to hug.

I have quite a few fantastic friends that I only see every so often (or that I haven’t even met in person yet- *cough* …you know who you are), but I’m just one of those people that really needs someone physically there for them.

And I think that when God made me, He was fully aware of the fact that I would be a completely and totally ridiculous person nearly always on the verge of the cliffs of insanity.

So He gave me these amazing friends that don’t mind.

…can you tell?

So to those certain friends that have dealt with my multiplied strangeness lately…

thanks for being there.

I love you lots.

my gilbert

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Dear future Gilbert Blythe.

I kind of skipped the princess phase of my life. I was the kind of eight year old who’s best friend was a boy and who had things such as slingshots and pocketknives on their birthday wish list.

I believed in fairy tales, but mostly just the monstrous, evil dragons and brilliant luster of it all. Prince Charming had no place in the heroic battles I fought in my imagination.

But now, at the age of 15, I think I’ve finally entered the princess phase.

I wear poofy skirts and twirl around the house and throw tea parties on a whim.

I fantasize about you all the time. And I doubt you realize just how brilliant you will be to me.

Honest. You will be the smartest, most handsome, heroic person of the entire universe in my eyes. So don’t worry about that part of it.

We’ll learn how to dance.  Unless you already know how. In that case you could teach me.

We’ll stargaze out in the middle of no where.

We’ll take spontaneous trips to London, Paris, and Rome and pretend we’re high class.

I’ll teach you guitar. Unless you already know how. In that case we’ll sit out on the porch swing at night and sing to our hearts’ content.

We’ll go to a cute little church and be that adorable couple that everyone loves.

Then, one day, when we’re old, we’ll decide to paint the outside of our house in bright colors.

We’ll buy balloons just for the sake of having balloons.

I’ll be that nice lady that bakes pies and knits people bunny slippers, and you’ll be that experienced old man that kids go to for advice and bring tree house blueprints to for improvement.

We’ll be perfect together. Even when things are hard.

Evil dragons don’t stand a chance against you.

So, future Gilbert, will you be mine?

I can’t wait to meet you.

an endless sea of faces

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I’ve discovered something about myself that I never knew before.

I love taking pictures of random people on the street. It’s fascinating.

I’m a creeper and I know it.

(But not really.)

I wonder what it would be like to be Superman and hear all the things going on around you clearly.

Or to be able to know someone’s story just by seeing their face…

I’m glad we don’t have that ability.

It would make the world a dreadfully unimaginative place.