blackberries and raspberries. two berries that never get enough credit. one hears of strawberries and blueberries galore; they've stolen the spotlight for years. i, myself, have been blind to the beauty that this picture encompasses my entire life. that is, until my cousin, gregs, homecoming. aunt roxanne, not a discriminator of berries, introduced me to the delicious, decadent, delectable things you see above. as my tongue pressed down and the juice filled my mouth i knew i was a goner. from that moment on i had to get my fix. blackberries became a common occupant of my refrigerator at home. when i returned to school i knew my love affair would dwindle. as a "poor college student" it was a harsh but true reality that i would not always be able to stock my fridge with my blackish blue little friends. BUT as i visited a corner market down my street one day i found the most beautiful thing; cartons of blackberries for ninety nine cents. yes; 99 cents. i got two. and a carton of raspberries (at full price). i indulged myself in these berries thinking as soon as they were completely depleted i would return and get some more. well, the time came and i returned to this corner market to find that prices HAD RETURNED TO NORMAL. normal meaning out of a students price range (well, at least out of our budget if we all went through them as fast as i did). Feeling the need to express my misery i logged onto facebook and, like most other lame college student, went to work creating a status conveying my distress and promptly forgetting i had done so. sunday rolls around and at church a friend swaggers up to me and informs me that blackberries are on sale at smiths. completely confused i stare at him in awe. for the next two hours i rack my mind trying to figure out how this individual would know of my love for blackberries. after church i promptly fall asleep (it had been a long night the night before). when i awoke i was famished and made my way to the kitchen to grab a bite before choir and what do i find? blackberries. i am later told that a friend in my ward had dropped them by for me when i was asleep. more confused than ever i am determined to find the source from which this information was given. that night at ward prayer i approach the quad of my apartment complex with a handful of my black buddies and confront the man who had dropped them by. cutting to the chase i demanded he tell me how he knew. after playing around and watching me struggle for a while he finally admitted that he had seen it on facebook. obviously it hit me after that that i had, in fact, posted that status. this is the second time in a week that my facebook status has gotten me something i needed/wanted. i am beginning to realize how influential facebook is. i will make sure and be careful what i post next so my friends don't think i am trying to take advantage of them. but for now i feel very blessed to have friends who love me enough to help a girl out. what a blessing it is to live somewhere where i am constantly being watched over. oh, how i love my ward family.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
berry sweet.
blackberries and raspberries. two berries that never get enough credit. one hears of strawberries and blueberries galore; they've stolen the spotlight for years. i, myself, have been blind to the beauty that this picture encompasses my entire life. that is, until my cousin, gregs, homecoming. aunt roxanne, not a discriminator of berries, introduced me to the delicious, decadent, delectable things you see above. as my tongue pressed down and the juice filled my mouth i knew i was a goner. from that moment on i had to get my fix. blackberries became a common occupant of my refrigerator at home. when i returned to school i knew my love affair would dwindle. as a "poor college student" it was a harsh but true reality that i would not always be able to stock my fridge with my blackish blue little friends. BUT as i visited a corner market down my street one day i found the most beautiful thing; cartons of blackberries for ninety nine cents. yes; 99 cents. i got two. and a carton of raspberries (at full price). i indulged myself in these berries thinking as soon as they were completely depleted i would return and get some more. well, the time came and i returned to this corner market to find that prices HAD RETURNED TO NORMAL. normal meaning out of a students price range (well, at least out of our budget if we all went through them as fast as i did). Feeling the need to express my misery i logged onto facebook and, like most other lame college student, went to work creating a status conveying my distress and promptly forgetting i had done so. sunday rolls around and at church a friend swaggers up to me and informs me that blackberries are on sale at smiths. completely confused i stare at him in awe. for the next two hours i rack my mind trying to figure out how this individual would know of my love for blackberries. after church i promptly fall asleep (it had been a long night the night before). when i awoke i was famished and made my way to the kitchen to grab a bite before choir and what do i find? blackberries. i am later told that a friend in my ward had dropped them by for me when i was asleep. more confused than ever i am determined to find the source from which this information was given. that night at ward prayer i approach the quad of my apartment complex with a handful of my black buddies and confront the man who had dropped them by. cutting to the chase i demanded he tell me how he knew. after playing around and watching me struggle for a while he finally admitted that he had seen it on facebook. obviously it hit me after that that i had, in fact, posted that status. this is the second time in a week that my facebook status has gotten me something i needed/wanted. i am beginning to realize how influential facebook is. i will make sure and be careful what i post next so my friends don't think i am trying to take advantage of them. but for now i feel very blessed to have friends who love me enough to help a girl out. what a blessing it is to live somewhere where i am constantly being watched over. oh, how i love my ward family.
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