A run that was worthy of a blog.

On my run today, I decided to do something different.  I decided I would have no headphones, no music. Just me, myself, and the nature at the park.  I normally listen to some jams to block out people talking, cars, give me a beat to run to etc.

 As I started this run, the park was peaceful. Hardly anyone was there. I could tell there was a set up for some camp or something, but compared to the usual it was empty.  It was hot- humid, but there was a breeze from the trees. I liked it. As I ran on the side of the park closest to my house I had the breeze, smelt lightening bugs, cedar tree, and a storm/ocean. It was so nice! It really was lovely!!! As I went around there were three... men... sitting at a table. No big deal. With my headphones out I can hear them making noises though. So that put me on the edge and this peaceful run changed. The further I got from the side nearest my home, the more the nature sounds and smells went away.  It got less shaded (hot), smelled of hot dogs, gasoline, and car engines. The sounds of horns and reeving cars were dominate. I was ready for the other side again.  It was more pleasant on the other side.

It was so funny the different dynamics I was feeling. All because I wanted no headphones this run. There was a man in a white shirt and haha (I am laughing at myself right now) who disappeared all of the sudden. Being on the edge from the other men, I was freaked out. We were near bushes so I was cautious since he was literally gone in seconds. Then there were white flowers in one of the bushes, and I jumped because I thought it was him in his white shirt. Just flowers. He had crossed the street.  As I kept running another lap around, I pretended that Hedi Klum or Jennifer Aniston were beside me (they wouldn't get tired and stop running duh haha.) I began to feel the breeze and smell the pleasant smells. 

As I turned the corner I heard the men mumbling AGAIN. Smelt the hot dogs heard the cars. It was amazing how quickly my feelings changed from side to side.  I would have normally done a cool down lap. In my silly head I was thinking, "Those men are waiting and thinking third times a charm." Sloany laughed really hard when I told him this.  So instead of a cool down lap,  I was satisfied with my small 3 miles today, and I walked home another way.

As I waited to cross the street I heard a teen boy (acting like a one year old) making noises leaning out of his car.  There were a few chances I could have darted across the street to make it, but I was being safe and just waiting where I could do it at ease.  The more I listened, this little punk was making chicken noises at me?! What the heck? Because I was being safe and not running. Oh well. You stay classy Savannah;)

After walking and cooling down, I am back safe and alive.  I have vacuumed the house down like an insane OCD person, and can't wait for friends to come over for project runway!!! I just had to write about this interesting run! I didn't want to forget the two sides of the park. All because I decided no headphones!

This one's for the birds.

This birdy girl laid in her bed last night and tossed and turned from 1:30 til 2:00 am. 

(Not that this is unusual :/ !!!)

I should have just gone and gotten my computer and started writing this. Since I couldn't sleep that's what I was doing in my head.  I am sure there there are many left brained people out there who don't understand how one could lay in their bed, not fall asleep, and start writing a blog in their head.  I honestly felt like Carrie Bradshaw, from Sex and the City, hearing my own voice in my head and writing. I didn't go get my computer. I hopelessly laid there, writing(in my head), hoping I would eventually fall to a slumber. After a bit, I did. I know it wasn't a great sleep because I woke up remembering all my horrible dreams, but it was sleep, and I was awakened by a cute man and a cup of coffee;) Which always means it's a pretty great day!

For the birds.

-"If you're a bird, I am a bird."

Those famous lines from The Notebook. They are so true to me. I am sure Sloan thinks that all the time.

-Or there are the Owl City Lyrics: 

"You're the bird and I'm the worm and it's plan to see that we were meant to be."

-There is also this t-shirt I got in the eighth grade that states,

"Love doesn't grow on trees a little birdy told me so."

- Then there is the funny one, 

"You eat like a bird." 

-Lastly, there is, 

"Two birds of a feather flock together," 

or as Train sings it, 

"If it's love and we're two birds of a feather, then the rest is just whenever. And if I'm addicted to loving you, and you're addicted to my love too. We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together."

  So these are just a few of my birdy quotes stashed in my brain;)

Do you have any good ones?

Why do I love birds so? I don't want to overkill and become, "The bird lady," but some of my friends call me a bird, birdy girl, bird lady. So, I guess I am out of that category. What can I say? I get it honest. I get a double dose, my mom who LOVES them, and my dad who goes to the farm from time to time to bird watch.

I love their nests, their colors, their textures, their feathers, their singing, how motherly they are.  I seriously could go on and on... I know I like birds, but I try not to over do it in my house.  I think my decorations are at their max now, and I know I could not handle a pet bird. I like them in nature. They're just inspirational to me. Boy oh boy, birds are so "in" right now. But I didn't start liking them when this fad cam about.

Let me be first to tell you that I loved them before they became cool.  Here is a great point made by the lovely Kate:) 

This is me as a child. I am a bird.  I had a feather pillow. One of the corners had a tiny hole, and at night as I fell asleep I would pull the feathers out and drop them behind my bed. Mom would complain because there was such a mess of feathers behind my bed, but it soothed me, and I didn't stop;)  

The hole in my pillow got bigger and bigger. Finally, one day before or after church in my slip and panty hose, I got the feather duster, hid behind my bed (where I wouldn't get in trouble,) and poured the entire pillow on myself. Haha. My poor parents were calling my name, and I didn't answer because I thought I would get in trouble. They found me, laughed their heads off, and took this classic picture of, "Diva feather-queen Lilly." What a loon! Case in point, I have always been a bird. 

I no longer have a feather pillow but to this day, I still pick a feathers in couches.  There are a few feathers on our floor now! 

It's the right brain in me, having to touch, feel, and see. Thanks to my sweet Mommy and Daddy for putting up with this crazy curly headed SO right brain kid! And thanks sweet Sloan for marrying it!  I love you all so much. 

Just think if I wasn't tactile as a kid, I wouldn't be making things with my hands today!
I wouldn't be me!
I don't even like thinking about a non tactile Lilly;)

I guess once a bird always a bird! 

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Lilly Grace