My dad is the smartest man alive. I swear to you, if I had the power to put the entire world on hold for half an hour-- forcing every person in every location to completely stop-- and just make them listen to my dad talk about religion for thirty minutes... by the end of it we'd all shrug, say, "Okay. I can get behind that," and there would be no more problems. He is that level of well-spoken, that level of intelligent, and to that degree my hero. Walking with him down the road, battling out the uncertainties of life, hearing each other out and coming to the conclusion that it's unnecessary to always draw conclusions. One of my most cherished pastimes. I don't have my father's innate ability to put complicated thoughts into uncomplicated sentences on a moment's notice, so I won't attempt to relay to you our conversation from this evening, but I just need to say it: I am so grateful to have the brilliant, thoughtful, fascinating parents I've been blessed with, and I'll be satisfied with life if I ever grow up to have their same wisdom and grace and goodness.
I'll stop preaching now, but I just have to let it out sometimes. I adore my parents.
So. In less dramatic news, following that grand proclamation... like, what's up? I had a really good day today. I woke up super early to hang out with Jess before she went to work (we shared a scone), I got recognized from fiveawesomegirls at the library (still freaks me out!), I started reading A History of the Wife by Marilyn Yalom (because I guess I need to start hating men in preparation for my twenties, right?) and then I went blueberry picking with my mom and grandma. We came home with three giant tubs, all full to the brim with fresh berries. My hands turned purple. It was nice. Afterwards, I went with my parents to my sister's house, because she thought there was going to be some kind of festival down the street from her with free food. Turns out, the festival is NEXT week, so we ended up walking to a restaurant instead, talking about religion and politics and life all the way. It was sort of beautiful. And sort of responsible for the disjointed chaos that is this blog post.
In other news, I'm simultaneously trying to not sound like a psycho in my blog, text The Situation, and watch vloggerqueen17 be hilarious and adorable on BlogTV. And, as we discussed the other day, I am terrible at multitasking. Therefore:
Today, I saw: that you can buy jars of pickles the size of a bookshelf at Sam's Club. Why!?
Today, I heard: the aforementioned hilarious and adorable youtuber read some of her writing. So good. You should go subscribe to her. I feel like she's my sister or something (even though I don't know her and am creepy) because she's exactly like me, five years ago.
Today, I smelled: onion and chive cream cheese.
Today, I touched: melted chocolate in the bottom of my purse. Whoops.
Today, I tasted: baked rigatoni smothered in delicious, heart-attacky cheese.
Okay, it's bedtime. I hope you all have a lovely Sunday, and I'll see you tomorrow night!
Chipotle burritos this year: 22
Nail color: "Rogue Vogue," Maybelline (discontinued)
P.S. Hi, Ben! I know you're reading this because I'm sort of talking to you on BlogTV. So hi. :)