Haiku Wednesday

This week has lost me

I can't keep up with the world

and my Twitter feed.

My tunnel vision

only allows me to see

beautiful Paris.

XOLily

Haiku Wednesday

I look forward to
my afternoon cup of tea.
Sweet and steaming hot.

Is it possible
to be addicted to tea?
Because I might be...

My favorite mug.
(Even though it's a Valentine's Day mug)

XOLily

Miss Blog

Quite a bit of blogging happening lately...

This quarter, I have been named the blogger for The Clipper, Everett Community College's student run newspaper. The Clog, which could use a little tender love and care, has become my responsibility and I intend to post once a day, whether it's an article written by me or by another staff member.

Today's post is about a Humanities lecture
 I attended on enlightenment.

Not only have I become the Clipper blogger (the Clogger?) but I am also taking a Multimedia journalism class in which we have to create blogs using the Wordpress interface.

It's exciting to be doing all of this blogging, and learning a lot of new techniques.

I'm hoping to apply all of these new ideas for when I am studying in Paris next year, where I will be blogging about all of my adventures.

Lois, blogger for She Must Assemble (and also my sister) created a seperate blog for when she spent a quarter in London.

I'm thinking of using this blog for my adventures á Paris, but I haven't decided yet.

Any suggestions?

XOTheBloggingQueen

The Daughters of Cecil

A woman named Cecil had three daughters. Those daughters had daughters, who had daughters, who had daughters.

And now, there are four generations of Cecil, and occasionally the daughters and their daughters and their daughters and their daughters all gather in one place for a couple of days.

Daughters of a daughter's daughter.

Babies, toddlers, girls, teenagers, young ladies, old ladies, middle aged ladies. Twins, sisters, cousins, aunts, nieces, great-aunts, grammies, grand-daughters, great-nieces, and one gigi.

This weekend it was Cama Beach, on Camano Island. The Daughters of Cecil came, played, laughed, talked, cried, and ate delicious food.

Our lives are dynamic, just like the characters in books. They're messy, sometimes sad, occasionally angry, mostly chaotic, and sometimes absolutely perfect.

But we are Daughters of Cecil.
We keep going.

And we laugh as much as we can along the way.  So much that our jaws start to hurt and our ears ring.

(And we paint our nails.

With a party nail to show our wild side.)

 

A compilation of some footage I took over the weekend. 

Mostly ocean, some babies.

XOLily