“Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different...different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”


Lowell C. Bennion

Jun 23, 2011

Failed Attempt

I think with Summer, comes the stupid ideas 
that are an obvious result of not being in school.
Like trying to make a box fort.


 We obviously had to go dumpster diving for boxes.


 We snatched them from Seagull Book.



 Stashed them.
But once we had the boxes, 
it turned into chaos. 
Ashley got revenge on Cailey.



 A result: Cailey got a free arm wax.
Then we..
Got down to business. 



 Construction names
Stacie: Tank the tapper.
Cailey: Rauch? 
Lys: Hank the hider. She hid in the shade half the time.
Ash: Hammer. Because you know, she's all tough and everything.


 Cailey's job was to rock her Romper, which she did.


We didn't have any Blueprints. 
So it went down hill and turned out like this.


Ashley just stayed in our so called "tunnel."
She even tried to Hula-hoop in it.


Cailey was like a mad woman and broke every box.


Then she went nude. In the box.
Psych. She had clothes on, don't worry.
Within 15 minutes, our box fort attempt was a fail.
So we went inside to watch Anchorman (edited of course).


Cailey took a nap.


Right up the snore maker.


Moral of the Story? Box forts only work when you have mature friends.
I think immature friends are more entertaining.

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