burnside st & powell blvd

yeah, i know it's a bit of a stretch, but that's what i was reminded of when i was creating this pic.
(the actual title is sweet dreams.)

i'm horrible with navigation. completely abysmal. i can be driven somewhere 10 times, have directions, and still get lost.

& i don't like burnside.

i think that in heaven, we're only going to have one golden street...
actually, i would probably still get lost. (did gabriel say to take a right or a left at the road...)

®åη∂øΜΝ∈ςς

in my lala-world, there are 2 seasons: summer and christmas.
summer is the first 85 degree day through the beginning of fall (september twenty-something).
christmas is the beginning of fall through new year's day.

the rest of the year we don't talk about. we suffer from severe seasonal affective disorder induced meltdowns, and cry frequently after dark (which happens at, like, 2pm).


i ♥ summer!

i ♥ walking outside and breathing in short little gasps because it's so hot.
i ♥ not being able to actually touch my steering wheel.
i ♥ staying up til midnight reading because it's too hot to sleep, then complaining about it the next day.
i ♥ seeing the freckles (my mom calls them angel kisses) come out on my face and laughing at our flip-flop tans.


the only teenie-weenie itty-bitty thing that i didn't like so much...

a peeling sunburn on the top of my head in my part. yuck.
but 20 minutes of hard brushing and 3 or 4 washings took care of things nicely.


end of randomness. happy sunshine!

my summer freckles have come out to play!

okok, you can barely see them, but they're there!

ay ay, captain...

my brother is spending this week as a camp counselor, and tim thomas and i got to be in on the discussion of his camp name!

tim suggested john travolta - an allusion to chip's white tuxedoed performance at the youth group prom. chip wasn't amused, so tim returned with the rhyming "dance pants."

yup, that's right.


dance pants was vetoed on the grounds that it would be shortened to simply pants... and we can't have that in a camp for jr. highers.

chip opted for the authoritative sounding "captain." he's going to paint little stripes on his shirt sleeves and all his campers sleeves, and it's going to be very cute and nautical and ... yeah.

here's a 4th of july picture of captain pants at the helm.

pictures :)

still haven't uploaded the pics.
here's other pics, though, from the last month or so.

happy july!

will post pics from last weekend's college/career group bbq and this weekend's beach trip as soon as i can upload and sift through all 650 of them.

which won't be tonight because we're hanging out at church with a bunch of grade school kids from taiwan. really.


... i won't post all 650.

sloganized!

here's a random, pointless, waste of time site that i'm guessing you'll go to now that i'm blogging it. (unless you're passive aggressive and won't because i just said that i guessed you would. betcha don't know what to do now, huh? i'll let you stew while i finish my blog.)

www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi

type in your name, or any word for that matter, and it gives you a slogan!
as if you weren't smart enough to come up with one on your own!

mine is "the real smell of lani"

boo-yah. uh-huh. that's right. don't mess with me - my coolness factor is so totally beyond anything you ever hoped to achieve...
unless of course you go to the site and type in your name. you might get something as cool as the next slogan it generated for me.
"ho ho ho, green lani"


however did we entertain ourselves before the internet?