Mail!

"Here's the mail, it never fails.
It makes me want to wag my tail.
When it comes I want to wail: Mail!"

-Blue's Clues

Again, just have to say that my friends are great. My friend Samuel Hardman Taylor is an outstanding, intelligent, socially apt individual who will be working on his graduate studies at Texas Christian University. Woot!

 At Sam's "Goodbye Mona" party 28 July in Mona, UT-- Sam's hometown.

 The other day I received a postcard from Sam in the post.

A Penguin Books postcard, nonetheless!

And it got me thinking about postcards. . .

My brother Nick and a group of his chums have a fun tradition that whenever anyone of them goes on a trip, they will send postcards to everyone in the group. And then you have a nice little collection of postcards from around the world!

Neat, eh? 

I would like to do this.

Anyone else game?

Postage for postcards is only 32¢!

My Friends Are Cute

Not only have I been able to spend tons of time with family this summer, but I've also been able to party it up like it's 1999 with friends. I also consider myself super blessed because I've been able to make some grand friendships over the 104 days of summer vacation.

Just for fun, here is an example of epic friendships that will go down in the history books:

Monday: I get a call from Jenni. She asks me what I have going on that day. I told her: dentist appointment and chiropractor appointment.

She says I should play hookey from those events and go to Vegas with her, Kadee, and Jayson. I, unfortunately cannot. So they go. And have fun. They were safe. But I was pretty bummed that I didn't get to go because Jayson is leaving to serve a mission next month and time is limited with that kid.

Anywho, I sent Jenni a text message that said to bring me back some souvenirs. I received a message back saying she hoped I'll enjoy my lovely souvenirs. I got excited. This is what they brought back:

Since I couldn't go to Vegas, they brought Vegas-- to go! And they each signed the back of it. Cute.

They went to Dick's Last Resort and got a key chain with their photo in it. Jayson is wearing a paper hat that you get there. They have funny/inappropriate things written on them. I don't know what his says.

Jenni: I got you a necklace from the oxygen bar! Don't get too excited, though-- it's been up my nose.
Don't worry, dear reader. I don't really wear it.

Aren't my friends the best! That's not a question. It's a statement. Posed in the form a question.

In Another Life, I Was A Butterfly

People.

There are 
big ones,
little ones,
short ones,
tall ones,
white ones,
diverse ones,
super white ones,
funny ones,
mundane ones,
happy ones
sad ones,
angry ones,
loving ones,
blonde ones,
ginger ones,
etc.

And I love being around them. They are like pollen and I am like a butterfly, going to person-flower to person-flower, gathering all the different stories, experiences, and qualities that makes each person-flower unique.

I guess that's where the term "social butterfly" comes from?

Works for me.

Yesterday, I was working in the garden putting in a dividing wall between the lawn and the garden (you can see the yellow line marking where it is going in the above photo). I needed people around me. Luckily, I have two stellar friends who came over, picked some produce, weeded, and helped get the ground ready for the wall. As we worked (and sweated. A lot), we talked. And shared. And there is nothing more sweeter than sharing pollen-friendship. Which totally exists.

So, my dear flower-people, let's get together and have some fun.