caption me.

Okay--two posts in one day?! Unheard of, right? Especially alongside that uberly long post I tortured y'all with less than five hours ago. ;) On that note, thank you for all of the encouraging comments and stories you blessed me with. They made me feel amazingly loved and reassured my belief that I have many like-minded friends out there. ((Hugs)), sisters.

Okay, and on to the reason I'm doing a second post. I found this super cute contest being hosted over at Rebekah Brielle's, and I couldn't resist joining in the fun. I suggest you do, too! It's a "caption contest," which is basically just a little game where you humorously and cleverly caption several hand-picked celebrity-ish photos.

 *rubs hands gleefully*

This should be...interesting. :]

#1. William Mosely, Ben Barnes, and Georgie Henely

(Narnia series)



William: Woah. She's gorgeous. Hey Ben--

Ben: No, quick, she's looking! Smile!

Georgie: STAY AWAY FROM MY BRO'S, WOMAN.

#2. Carrie Underwood

(Singer/songwriter, Soul Surfer)

*Carrie opens the door*
Carrie: *to herself* ..Okay, feign surprise, Carrie, feign surprise..
Suprise Party Guests: SUPRISE!!
Carrie: *is "surprised"*

#3. Anna Popplewell, William Mosely, and Georgie Henely
(On the set of Narnia)

William: Wow, that was a fun scene! It almost looked like the waterfall was really crashing!
Georgie: WILLIAM, IT IS!
William: Haha, Georgie..
Anna: Uh...William? ..Actually...


#4. Taylor Swift and..Random Dude. :)
(singer/songwriter)


Taylor *joking to Random Dude*: Haha, yeah, being completely honest here--
this awesome blond hair is totally fake.
Random Dude: *takes it literally*: Really?!
*tries it out*
Taylor: What are you..ouch! I WAS JOKING!!



#5. Anna Sofia Robb
(Soul Surfer/Bridge to Tarabithia)

Anna Sofia: Something tells me those guys talking to--shouting at mom aren't Boy Scout leaders.
Dog: Well then. This could turn into an interesting situation, couldn't it?


..Haha! <3 I had fun with those. Favorite(s)? :)

can someone say "cute?"

"A boy makes his girl jealous of other women.

 A gentleman makes other women jealous of his girl."

...Just a cute quote I found to brighten your Wednesday. :)

True that? Aye.


p.s. (Umm, *disclaimer,* guys. just because I used a picture from the new P & P *doesn't* mean I prefer it over the old one. I just happen to really really like this picture from the new one! Got it? ;) But yes, I do like both versions equally..post elaborating on my opinions comin' up soon, kay? :)

sixteen is not all she seems to be.

 

I turned sixteen years old this past August. Sixteen. The age I have dreamed of since I was old enough to know what “age” was. I loved the sound of it when I was younger, and I lived in sheer suspense of the day I could answer that always-dreaded grown-up question, “And how old are you, sweetie?” With a lofty, “Why, I am sixteen.” How that would feel! Oh, what an age.

When I envisioned myself at sixteen, I saw a tall, beautiful young lady with gentleness and grace. I would be flawless and magnificently blond-locked, with ivory skin and deep, brilliant blue eyes. Just like the heroines of the books and movies always are at sixteen. In any case, I wouldn’t have any similarities with the six-year-old or ten-year-old or even thirteen-year-old Lucia; no indeed. Those girls would be far in the distant past. I would be sixteen, with no time for child’s play.

Needless to say, the years passed. Fourteen…fifteen…and then, the blessed day: sixteen! Ah, here I am. And how horrified the ten-year-old Lucia would be if she could see me now! No trace of flawlessness, no hint of ivory skin; the blond locks have grown rather brownish and “deep, brilliant blue” is a color my eyes will never be. The terrible truth of the matter is really this: I look very much the same as I have my whole life. Ah, poor childhood reveries!  

And what of the gentleness, the grace? Is the full maturity I imagined for my elder self there? Here I have a little comfort—I can say with assurance that I am a good deal gentler and more graceful than I was five years ago. But I have such a long way to go, I am certain that this fact would not have satisfied the Lucia of yesteryear.

Nevertheless, life goes on, and my sixteenth year still holds much for me. Perhaps the Victorian beauty is still in my future; even if she is not I am not as horribly disappointed as I once would have been. Sixteen is not all I envisaged, yet at the same time it is more. Aging is different than I always supposed—I never thought each year would come upon me so suddenly and quietly, like the gradual tide. I like it that way.

Only one thing has 'age sixteen' quite satisfied me in.

“And how old are you, young lady?”  

“Oh, I am sixteen.”

..It has been every bit the thrill I visualized. ;)