A Little List of Things I Love #2

1.Seeing the sun and the moon and the same time in the sky.
2.Figuring out how to do something manly by myself. Even simple things like fixing a computer problem or adding oil and/or gas to the lawn mower.
3.The great feeling of knowing I baked and/or cooked something amazing that others will love.
4.The static you feel in the air right before a storm hits.
5.Getting a complement from a complete strange. It sometimes feels more genuine because they don’t know you and aren’t biased.
6.The cute look my dog gives me when I’m eating food on the couch.
7.The annoyed look my dog gives me when I wont give him more than one chunk of my food that 8. I’m eating on the couch.
9. Conversations that last a long time at the door or trying to say goodbye to someone. You’re just so wrapped up in it time disappears.
10. Watching a classic love movies like Funny Face or The Way We Were.
11. Painting. Even though I have no idea how to.
12. Creating something beautiful that you can share. Such as, a cake, pictures, painting, scrapbooks and more.
13.Looking into my cupboard after shopping. My old roommate and I used to do this all the time and compare our awesome cooking and baking stuff to our other roommates roman noodles and hamburger helpers.
14. Costco. No need for explanation.
15.Saving my orange tree and watching it bloom and now grow oranges!
The light that fills the sky right before the sun comes up.

Hoping For a Green Thumb

Every year I realize I love new things. I am constantly forcing myself to do things that I hate, and very often fall in love with it. For example, I have hated running as long as I can remember. I even refused to run a mile in my high school freshman P.E. class, even though I knew it would drop my grade to an B+. When Warren asked Marie to go running with him about 8 months ago I didn’t want to be left out, and I also wanted to prove that I could do it. I ran a mile nonstop and was completely shocked by how easy it was for me. I then began running everyday for about 3 months (I still go 2-3 times a week) and on average ran about 3 miles. Also, I used to hate cooking and baking until forced to when I was around 12. I soon fell in love with it and anyone who knows me, knows that I cook or bake something almost every day. The new thing that I have decided to change is my passionate hate and dread of gardening. Ever since I got my first bonsai tree (and then killed it) and my first orange tree (it survived!) I have been growing more interested in plants and gardens. My goal this summer is to attack my side garden and make it beautiful (or at least not as ugly as it is now). I will include before and after pictures as soon as possible. Good luck to me!

Things I've Learned From College

Here is a short list of very random things that I have learned in my first year of college and living away from home:

1. If you want to make a guy leave you alone, make him feel self conscious by staring at his hair line while he talks to you. (Thank you for this Warren, it really works and has helped me out many times)

2. Do not leave any food you want to eat in the sight of other girls. Especially if you write “Don’t eat! Lindsay’s food” on it.

3. Don’t bring Chanel boots to an apartment. They will only be ruined by mold.

4. The point of a apartment manager or landlord is not to help fix problems but charge you for not cleaning off the stains on the kitchen wall due to the leak they still haven’t fixed.

5. Even though you are considered and adult the landlord wont listen unless your parents complain. (My landlord didn’t do anything about our leak until 3 of my roommate's parents called to complain and my father showed up to make sure something was being done).

6. No matter how many times I try to think otherwise, most (if not all) male dancers look gay.

7. Do not take teachers that know who your father is. (Unfortunately 4 out of 5 will).

8. Do not add anything that even shows you are slightly liberal, into any paper, unless you know your teacher is too.

9. No one understands how you can date someone for more than 3 months and not be engaged, so don’t even try to explain it.

10. Conversations that begin with someone hitting on you and then asking for your name are common. To avoid these, stare at his hairline.

My New Blog!!

Okay, I am way excited to introduce to you my new sister blog! It is called Habitually Beautiful and I plan on filling it up with the most beautiful things to me! I have hundreds of pics that I have saved up to eventually post but don't want to overwhelm the people who come to read this blog. Habitually Beautiful will be filled with many pictures, music and more but it will not have any writing in it. If you want to get inside my head to find out what I'm thinking come to Habitually Roaming. If you want to see what I see and find beautiful and fascinating check out Habitually Beautiful! Thanks and I hope that you like (maybe even love) it!

Habitually Beautiful:

www.lindsayscake.blogspot.com

Can You Clean too Much?

Whenever my father leaves and goes out of town I always get a little worried. My dear sweet mother loves him a lot and stresses out easily. The absence of my father (the peacemaker and logic in our family) has caused my mother to stress out a ton. She even admits she is extremely stress, but she says she doesn’t know why she is like this. My sister and I figure the reasons for this is her Aunt from Cape Cod is coming to stay with next week, it’s time for spring cleaning and my father is in London. So, what better way to take out your emotions than on all the dirt in the house? Now, I am not exaggerating when I say this, I have been cleaning an average of 7 hours a day for the last week. Most of the cleaning has not been usual house cleaning jobs such as washing walls and vacuuming. I have almost been bitten by a black widow (well at least I saw one 3 feet away from me and assumed it wanted my blood). My mother called me up last night at 9 when I was over at Marie and Nate’s house (playing cards and baking Samoas bars) to try to convince me to come home to clean my room. Right now I have escaped for 30 min while the person she hired to help even more, cleans the floor. And yes, that is right. She hired someone and I’m doing this pretty much for free. I love a clean house, but when is it too much? I guess we’ll see when I can see my reflection on the walls, floors, toilets and probably dog. Well I’m off to scrub down the kitchen chairs and fireplace brick. Wish me luck.