The window.

I was reading a semi old book the other day and I came across a phrase that is used quiet commonly in older books.

"Joanna finished breakfast and went to look out the window."

For what ever reason this time I read it, it made me stop for a minute and think. It's your turn. Stop for a minute and think. How often do you see people look out the window?

Not often. Now a-days they finish breakfast and...look at their phone. Actually scratch that, they are looking at their phones all the way through breakfast. What does that say about the way people look at the world,(quite literally) versus the way they used to look at it. The same goes for when you wake up in the morning, or when you're in a room with someone you don't like/know/want to talk to. We used to look out the window, but now we look at our phones.

Why?

Because the interesting world, used to include; who is walking past the house (especially in small towns like the one the story I was reading was set in) how the yard/garden looks, what the weather is like, or just the way the wind is playing with the trees.

The interesting world has become; what the very latest thing is on instagram, what was posted on facebook, who texted me, and so on.


Am I the only one who finds this both interesting and a little alarming? If things continue like this than someday our children will think the sky is just blue. They won't know the endless, change-full glory of the canopy above us. They won't care about the intricate beauty of a butterfly's wings, or the fierce joy that comes from standing out in a strong wind. They won't know, because there will be no-one to show them. If we let ourselves get sucked into our technology, and forget to go out and see the beauty that we are so surrounded by we will become dead to it. We won't know any more. We won't care.

So put down your phone and go look out the window.

Just gotta say...

I miss Karen's hair.

The hair

Last Sunday two friends from church - Nate and Heather - came for lunch, Brennan's basketball games (both of which he won!) and then the 49rs game in the evening. Neither Heather nor I are especially into football, so we staid the main house (the only working TV on the property is in the granny-flat) and Heather did my hair. And when I say "did" I mean "DID" my hair. It was quite fabulous =). She trimmed the split ends, layered it all and then started styling. She sprayed it wet, and then blow-dried it curly, then she blew it out straight and then she gave me a sixties bouffant. It was awesome =D

The First Dance of the Year

I've been quite excited, for quite sometime because the first dance of the year was announced a little while ago to be Great Gatsby themed. Needless to say, I went all out =). This was also my younger brother Brennan's freshman year and so his first dance. I think he enjoyed it a lot, but he's just "to cool" to admit it. Stinker. He looked very nice though, and danced like Fred Astaire (he really is awfully good). Anyway, my mum absolutely had to take pictures before hand so here are a few of my favorites.

The cutest animals ever