My Heart Belongs to the Blue Ridge Mountains

Guys, I found where I want, wait--no, need to live in the Blue Ridge Mountains. My mother, brother, Aunt Jean and I took a trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains. My Aunt goes through there all the time since she lives only a hour or two away. We actually live a couple hours away.

Why the heck haven't we gone yet?

It's fall, so it's so dag-blam beautiful! I didn't really get any pictures that gave the beautifully sculpted mountains and brilliant, fiery leaves any justice. It was strange because, being surrounded by such a beautiful sight caused my creativity to get lost in it all.  That probably made no sense. xD

Anyway, with out further ado...the pictures.

 'I like to think that the mountains are just another way the world reaches up, longing for it's savior.'

 'Sam. Sam. SAM! Sam...I wanna picture of you.'

' One day this will be my home. One day.' (And, yes, I'm talking.) 

' I've learned to hate my glasses. They ruin ever photo of me. But, hey, they help me see and with out them, I would never know the beauty of the mountains. Okay, so...I'm not that blind.' 

 'Quick-take a picture of Aunt Jean!'

 With all the photos I take of Sam, you'd think I'm a fan girl. Nope, I'm just his sister. 

 'BAM.'

 Check...

 out these...

 GUNS! 

 'Ha. It looks like you're singing in this picture.'

'But I'm not. Or am I.'

'The questions of life.' 

 'What is that? A pathetic jerk?"

> Sam's -.- look<

 'Sam, you're going to have to live here so I can take obsessive trips here.'

'Orrrr you could just live here yourself.'

'That's a plan.' 

 'Sam, you're a goof.'

'I know.' 

 The one serious picture we got. Sorta. 

 'Aw, look at that big cheesy grin!'

 'HA. Sam, you look like you're trying to be Asian.'

'I am Asain.'
'Wait...'

 'If my profile picture wasn't as amazing as it is, this would become my profile picture.' 

 'Ah, Sam, don't tackle me!'

'But it's so much fun!'

 'Suck it up Sam, Lia is braving the wind in shorts!'

 'Mwah. I luvr u.' 

 Sam took this picture.

 'Take off those sunglasses, Aunt Jean. We need to see those B-E-A-Utiful eyes!'

 'Gawh, Sam. You're hair looks so luscious.' 

 'Hey, look, there's one!'

 'You should have had me get behind the grass so that when people look at the picture they'd go, 'hey, look...grass...OH MY GOSH, a face.' 

 'What are you doing?'

'Getting away from the wind.'

'You're pathetic.'

'Grunt'

 >laughing while taking picture<

'What is Sam doing now?'

'Nothing.'

 >still laughing<

'...he's doing something, isn't he?'

 'Sam, what are you doing now?'

'Sam, you're silly'

':D'

 >a bunch of giggling<

 'Hey, look, I got a serious picture!'

 'Awww, look at those big grins...and Sam's drugged look.' 

 'Are we done?'

'Uh, sure, Mom.' 

 'Is Jesse making faces now too?'

'I taught her all she knows.'

 'Gimme back my camera! Sam, give it back! Imma kill you.'

 'I want one.'

'You wouldn't build that, Sam.'

'Yes I would.'

'No, you wouldn't.'

'Fine then, I'll buy one.'

'With what money?'

'You know, that money.'

'Oh, yeah, that money.' 

 'Gimme your camera.'

'Hold on, lemme take a picture'

 'Now give it to me.'

'No! I'm not done!'

>HUGE SIGH<

 'All I want to do is take ONE picture...one...grumble...grumble...' 

'Shut up.' 

 Sam's one picture that he gave up on. 

 'Hey, that's a pretty picture, Lia!'

'I already got it.'

'Aw, really? How did it turn out?'

'Like crap...hey, look at that!'

 'Stupid window.'

 'Gimme your camera, Lia.'

'You can't even use it, Mom.'

'Yes I can!'

'Sure. Let me see you use it.'

>pause<

'Mom, you use that button to take the picture.'

'Oh.'

>pause<

'Is it on?'

'Yes, Mom. It's on. (Aw, gawh, these photos are gonna suck.)

 'Hey, these photos weren't huge blurs like I thought they would be!'

 'Oooh, Lia, that's another good picture.'

'I know, Mom. I got it.'

'Oh. Well, get another picture.'

 'Hey, you wouldn't want to get you're hand stuck in there!'

>sticks hand in<

'HA!'

 'Hey, I didn't know they had Starbucks in the 1700's.' 

'Back to the Future. It's true.' 

 'People ask me what certain things on the menu is like and I have to tell them, 'I don't know', because this is all I ever get.' 

 'Once I finish my sandwich, can I have a bowl of soup too?'

 'What did you get Lia?

"Ginger-ale, or ginger brew.'

'You can see the ginger floating in it.'

'Really? AWESOME!'

 'I like this town, Floyd.' 

'Today was great.'

'Yeah, I had a really fun time.'

'I love you guys.'

'We love you too.' 

With Much Love,

P.S

All captains our quotes from the trip or when were looking at my pictures. :]

What About...Thursday?

Yes, I'm aware.
I'm aware I've been one of those terrible bloggers.
I'm aware that I kinda think y'all will have to deal. ;]

I'm also very aware that I missed my What About Wednesday again.  So. Today is going to be What About Wednesday Thursday? In case you're not sure what the crap I'm talking about, go here.

So, here we go!

What About Wednesday Thursday?


My friends and I have discussed what we notice first about someone. Some say eyes, others lips and even, for some, the nose. But I can't ever decided. What do I notice first? I finally figured it out. I notice peoples faces first. Might sound like a cheap answer, but it's true!

Faces. They are obviously all around us. We see them everyday, but although we're aware of them...we never really take the time to study them.

Do you notice how your brothers eyebrows are usually knitted together, like he's thinking (although I doubt his brain is capable of it.). Or how your mother has a strong, square jaw that has this oddly gentle and beautiful look to it? Or, even, have you noticed that your dog always has one eyebrow pointed towards the sky.

Faces tell us so much about each person we meet. Their eyes, mouths, cheek bones, eyebrows; they all speak. We just miss the messages they send because we never study them.

My mother was recently telling me about a article she read. There was a study conducted on people who had received botox (excuse spelling.) and the like. When given different pictures with people displaying different emotions, these people couldn't sympathize or feel anything the people in the pictures did. They link it to the cosmetic surgeries. Since those with botox can't move to their faces to match those in a picture, they can't share the emotion!

It took me a while to realize how amazing this is. Just because you can't use your face to express emotion like other, you loose your ability to be emotional in a sense. God, you amaze me. See how important faces are, other than the obvious. xD (I don't think skulls are too flattering.)

So, take the time to look at faces. You'll be amazed at what you'll find and what doors you can unlock. And for writers, painters and photographers, it's almost essential. Faces give inspiration for stories, art. They make the perfect subject of a photo. They are tickets into the minds of others.

Enjoy faces.
Thank God for faces.
Heck, study your own face.
Faces are so important.

With Much Love,