Well, in short, today was so un-eventful, there's really nothing to say.
And, speaking of nothing to say, today was Easter (duh) and the mission church moved their service to outside, a the foot of the mountains (HR Rock), and...6AM. Yep, you guessed it! I was not present. But Kelcie and Deborah went! Brave souls. I did go to the evening service tonight. Things started off great...and by great, I mean that Jose's little son walked right into a pole. Definitely the highlight of my evening. The kid was totally fine, just re-gained his balance and kept walking. But it was sure funny.
I had no one to sit with during the service, so I went to Sunday school with the kids. That was interesting.
This afternoon, I watched TWiT Live, with my buddy Leo Laporte. Good show today, good show. My online soccer site was down for maintenance, so I missed whatever matches were on yesterday and today. Sad life, I know.
Also, I worked on my brother's songs some more. I've figured out one all the way through, called How We Rise. Amazing song. Still waiting to here back from him about whether I can send them to people or not, or if I can use them in my videos.
Videos?? What videos?? yep, that's right. I just got the ok to get a video camera so I can better document my time here for all you peeps out there. I'll get some great soccer videos for sure. Who knows what else. The options are never-ending. Oh what you can do with a camera and editing software. I'm looking forward to it!
Yeah...such an boring day. My buddy Deborah left today to go back to school. Sad...but 18 more days! Her spring break was up, so she returned to Ensenada...and, well, not the most welcoming of all welcomes.
But! In rather good news! The internet has provided content in place of me writing more blabber! Yay! Go Internet! Thanks!
Mildly impressive video. Or, instead of mildly, freaking amazing will suffice.
Rather humorous shortened version of one of the most popular books on the planet. :)
A 360° view of Paris at night. Let it all load (it will be really skinny...kinda looks like the picture stopped loading..and then click on it to zoom in. It's epic.
Time to go to bed, and start the week off on a good note by going to bed before 5am. That's usually advised. Brand new week, brand new bedtime.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
BEDA - April 11th
Might as well start this day off with a little humor
Today was especially a great day to be alive! Weddings, creepy staring, and roommates leaving.
This morning was Robert's wedding. He's been here at the mission for who knows how long. Quite awhile. He married the house mom of Casa 6, Theresa, and she had the cutest little wedding party/bridal party/whatever you call the bride's group of people. It was NOT the bridesmaids cause it was her little boys too, not just the girls, so I don't think they would appreciate being called bridesmaids. Anywho...they all had their little tuxes, slick hair, and shiny shoes. It was great. I did sound, everything went fine. Avitia did have the mic most of the time, but he didn't try and sing his usual solo or anything. Just a great little wedding all around. Short and sweet. Robert asked Theresa's 8 year old son to accept him into their family, and said he could call him whatever he wanted, but I can't remember the options he gave him. I just remember it being rather adorable and Robert was funny as usual. Theresa was tearing up...as well as Robert, which just doesn't happen.
After the wedding, we went down to the Bible Institute kitchen for the reception. Surprisingly lacking on the food, but whatever, we found ways to have fun. Deborah and I just picked out random people to stare at until they'd feel our presence and turn around and look at us. Then we'd bust out laughing, and they'd give us the "Wow, you're retarded" face. Every time. I have no idea why. Easily the best was when we picked out Pedro from the Bible Institute. So we start staring at him, and he's completely oblivious of us while he's stuffing his face with food. Very quickly, we discovered that standing behind was Edith, one of the "bridesmaids"/"daughters" of the Casa 6 mom, Theresa, the one getting married. From her point of view, it looked like were staring right at her. In a very creepy manner. Even better, Robert the Groom was standing right next to her, and she turns to him and tells him about us by pointing at us and stuff. Smiling, trying to act like it's funny and normal to be stared at. It was kind of an awkward process trying to explain to him with hand motions that we weren't staring at his "daughter" but in fact were checking out the 50 year old man sitting in front of Edith. Hopefully he interpreted our hand signals correctly. If not, I'm soooo dead on Monday. I totally looked like a creeper. Deborah, not so much. She doesn't normally participate in girl-staring activities. Soon enough, Pedro saw us and gave us a great reaction, so we quickly moved on to someone else. Bonnie. She also gave us a great reaction. Like..."They do look familiar, but I'm SURE I've never seen them before."
Oh! I almost forgot! Most interesting part of the wedding. Probably one of the most random things I've seen at a wedding actually. So we're all sitting in this crammed kitchen, I'd say a hundred or so people, probably a little more, and every seat is taken. People are standing, some sitting on the window sills, everywhere. The wedding party shows up last and sits at their reserved table, and then has the privilege of starting in line first. So they get up and go get all the good food before it's gone. We sit in our chairs watching them...jealousy spread across our faces, cause we know full well there's not going to be much left for us. We're barely surviving on our room temperature pop, and heck, we'd already had a fight over that. We've still got three tables to go till we get food. Right before it's our turn to get in line, this Mexican family (the bride's family, from Cabo San Lucas) from the wedding party, at the head table that got to go first, shows up with a large, hot pizza, included with a crisp, chilled 3 liter Coke. They place it on the table in front of them, and start chowing down. Really????? Really?!?! We all sit here waiting for you guys in line, and you get your food, then go out and get a pizza and cold drinks?? Really? No pues wow. Seriously. That just cracked me up that they did that. But...I guess I can't complain too much...my neighbor scored me a piece. We made a deal..I would get him a piece of the wedding cake if he got me a piece of pizza. So I kept up my end of the deal, and before I was even back, my pizza was sitting at my seat. When I asked him what he had to do to get it, he said he pointed to me and said I don't know Spanish and I'm too shy to come ask for it. And it worked. Like a charm.
Lastly, my roommate of all of one week (for spring break) left this evening at midnight, to go back to LA. 7 hour drive...leaving at midnight. Great planning on his part. Whatever, his choice. Anywho, Kelcie, Deborah, Chris, and I were sitting in their trailer, and our movie ended, and Chris got up to leave. Literally, from the point the movie was over, 2 minutes later he was gone. He jumped up from his seat, said see you later,m and out the door he went.
OK.......
Really epic goodbye, I must say. He'll work on that, I'm sure.
And it's officially time for bed. My buddies are threatening to get me up at 5:30 for sunrise Easter service. I've already graciously declined their warm welcome, and picked the later, more humane service. But who knows, it's Kelcie and Deborah...nothing will stop them from still coming in and bashing my head in till I'm awake. Wouldn't be the first time.
And to leave you this evening, I depart on a musical note and a heart-warming, tear-inducing, loving note.
Until tomorrow....
Today was especially a great day to be alive! Weddings, creepy staring, and roommates leaving.
This morning was Robert's wedding. He's been here at the mission for who knows how long. Quite awhile. He married the house mom of Casa 6, Theresa, and she had the cutest little wedding party/bridal party/whatever you call the bride's group of people. It was NOT the bridesmaids cause it was her little boys too, not just the girls, so I don't think they would appreciate being called bridesmaids. Anywho...they all had their little tuxes, slick hair, and shiny shoes. It was great. I did sound, everything went fine. Avitia did have the mic most of the time, but he didn't try and sing his usual solo or anything. Just a great little wedding all around. Short and sweet. Robert asked Theresa's 8 year old son to accept him into their family, and said he could call him whatever he wanted, but I can't remember the options he gave him. I just remember it being rather adorable and Robert was funny as usual. Theresa was tearing up...as well as Robert, which just doesn't happen.
After the wedding, we went down to the Bible Institute kitchen for the reception. Surprisingly lacking on the food, but whatever, we found ways to have fun. Deborah and I just picked out random people to stare at until they'd feel our presence and turn around and look at us. Then we'd bust out laughing, and they'd give us the "Wow, you're retarded" face. Every time. I have no idea why. Easily the best was when we picked out Pedro from the Bible Institute. So we start staring at him, and he's completely oblivious of us while he's stuffing his face with food. Very quickly, we discovered that standing behind was Edith, one of the "bridesmaids"/"daughters" of the Casa 6 mom, Theresa, the one getting married. From her point of view, it looked like were staring right at her. In a very creepy manner. Even better, Robert the Groom was standing right next to her, and she turns to him and tells him about us by pointing at us and stuff. Smiling, trying to act like it's funny and normal to be stared at. It was kind of an awkward process trying to explain to him with hand motions that we weren't staring at his "daughter" but in fact were checking out the 50 year old man sitting in front of Edith. Hopefully he interpreted our hand signals correctly. If not, I'm soooo dead on Monday. I totally looked like a creeper. Deborah, not so much. She doesn't normally participate in girl-staring activities. Soon enough, Pedro saw us and gave us a great reaction, so we quickly moved on to someone else. Bonnie. She also gave us a great reaction. Like..."They do look familiar, but I'm SURE I've never seen them before."
Oh! I almost forgot! Most interesting part of the wedding. Probably one of the most random things I've seen at a wedding actually. So we're all sitting in this crammed kitchen, I'd say a hundred or so people, probably a little more, and every seat is taken. People are standing, some sitting on the window sills, everywhere. The wedding party shows up last and sits at their reserved table, and then has the privilege of starting in line first. So they get up and go get all the good food before it's gone. We sit in our chairs watching them...jealousy spread across our faces, cause we know full well there's not going to be much left for us. We're barely surviving on our room temperature pop, and heck, we'd already had a fight over that. We've still got three tables to go till we get food. Right before it's our turn to get in line, this Mexican family (the bride's family, from Cabo San Lucas) from the wedding party, at the head table that got to go first, shows up with a large, hot pizza, included with a crisp, chilled 3 liter Coke. They place it on the table in front of them, and start chowing down. Really????? Really?!?! We all sit here waiting for you guys in line, and you get your food, then go out and get a pizza and cold drinks?? Really? No pues wow. Seriously. That just cracked me up that they did that. But...I guess I can't complain too much...my neighbor scored me a piece. We made a deal..I would get him a piece of the wedding cake if he got me a piece of pizza. So I kept up my end of the deal, and before I was even back, my pizza was sitting at my seat. When I asked him what he had to do to get it, he said he pointed to me and said I don't know Spanish and I'm too shy to come ask for it. And it worked. Like a charm.
Lastly, my roommate of all of one week (for spring break) left this evening at midnight, to go back to LA. 7 hour drive...leaving at midnight. Great planning on his part. Whatever, his choice. Anywho, Kelcie, Deborah, Chris, and I were sitting in their trailer, and our movie ended, and Chris got up to leave. Literally, from the point the movie was over, 2 minutes later he was gone. He jumped up from his seat, said see you later,m and out the door he went.
OK.......
Really epic goodbye, I must say. He'll work on that, I'm sure.
And it's officially time for bed. My buddies are threatening to get me up at 5:30 for sunrise Easter service. I've already graciously declined their warm welcome, and picked the later, more humane service. But who knows, it's Kelcie and Deborah...nothing will stop them from still coming in and bashing my head in till I'm awake. Wouldn't be the first time.
And to leave you this evening, I depart on a musical note and a heart-warming, tear-inducing, loving note.
Until tomorrow....
Friday, April 10, 2009
BEDA - April 10th
So........................................................
Big news from yesterday???
This mission, FFHM, is now free.
Without being too happy and jumpy about it, basically, our administrator (NOT the good one, the "other" one) was, well, released of his, ummm, responsibilities here. How/Why he had them in the first place is up to the people who put him there, and I would've loved to have been in that meeting where it was decided. Oh, that would have been epic, knowing everything I do now. Obviously, when he was appointed, I wasn't here at the mission yet, and didn't even know the guy existed. Still...it's a huge relief to the staff here. Spirits are up/returned. The staff that were asked to leave can now come back, and boy are they missed. All in all, things are looking up, that's for sure. We don't even have a clue who's going to fill his spot. To be perfectly honest though, I don't think many people actually care about that now. Everyone's just happy the board actually came down and listened, and also, stayed longer than they planned just so they could hear everyone out. At the meeting yesterday, it was said that three of the board members heard from God, assuring them they'd made the right decision. My assumption was that they were the three that came down here to hear the staff out, but I could be wrong. Just assuming. I'm so curious as to what it was they heard. That would be an interesting story. Maybe someday. I don't really know what else to say about it...we're all just over the moon about it. (And the dish ran away with the spoon.)
Today...wow, was just a great day to be alive! We (Kelcie, Deborah, Chris and I) went to the San Quintin Bay or whatever it is called. Basically, just drive to San Quintin, and go west. Stop when you hit the ocean, but preferably a bit earlier, cause they don't appreciate cars in their ocean. Makes it look messy. So, we're loading up in the car, just about to leave the mission, when I look up at the incoming clouds and say, "Hey, I think it's going to rain." Good ole optimistic Kelcie replies with an assuring "No, those clouds are going the other way." Ahhh, phew. Good. Cause Chris and I are sitting in the bed of the truck, wouldn't want it to rain. One hour later, as we arrived at the beach, our lovely rookie Meteorologist Kelcie Gibson, 21, of B.C. was performing just as well as any other meteorologist: it was raining. Not just raining, though, raining harder than I've seen in months. Which might be attributed to the fact that I actually haven't seen rain in the past few months. But nonetheless, it's still true.
We played around on the beach for like 20-30 minutes. Already being soaked, it didn't really matter to us if we got more wet. But boy were we in for a treat on the way home. I wish I had the pictures from Kelcie to display this to you visually. I must admit, it was quite epic indeed. We drove out there with Deborah and Kelcie in the cab, and Chris and me laying down in the bed. Naturally, it was only a two seater. What other options did we have?? There's no way you can fit 4 people in a two seater.
Not so.
The way home, we defied the rules of two seaters. We almost defied the rules of gravity as well, going over so many massive bumps and holes, but we were to squished to be able to bounce in the air. Four people in about 6 feet of horizontal space. Chris driving, Deborah and Kelcie somehow sharing the the other seat, and me no where to be seen in between. I think it's safe to say that the concept of personal bubbles were abolished for this particular ride home. Yay for personal-bubble popping.
Tomorrow is Saturday...and wedding day! Robert and Theresa are getting married. Robert asked me to do sound, so I'm running the sound for the actual ceremony...and I presume will be moving right on to Head Food Eater at the reception, but he never mentioned that. I'm sure it was implied though. He's a nice guy.
Finally, I heard this great quote yesterday from Andrea's dad, Keith. We were sitting there talking about electricity, which sparked (yes, sparked) a conversation about his work, where he's constantly bringing up Jesus in their work. And his quote was as follows:
"Jesus did not come to bring people together, (What??? Run that by me again?!?) he came to separate them. Believers and non-believers."
And I just thought that was so profound. I was a little shocked at first when he said "He didn't come to bring people together." I just automatically thought, what, yes, of course he came to bring us all together, to gather in His name, all that. How can you say that wasn't his purpose. But then he finished it...and I was astounded. I thought it was great. Loved it. Yep! thanks Keith!
(He's hilarious as well)
That seems to be about it for this evening. I need to get some real sleep before I start being in charge of the sound at this wedding. I have to be fully awake and prepared in case someone starts singing alone who really shouldn't be (COUGH! Mr. Avitia COUGH!).
Buenas Noches!
DFTBA!
Thobinator
(1\3 of the way done! Maureen, you're evil.)
P.S. Maureen's featured blog today is from this guy named Tobias, which is significant in itself. But he also explains how Google's PageRank works, using some intense mathematics. Oh, how much I love him right now. Very good blog post. (Hey Deborah, go check it out. I saw a ton of ½ and ¼ all over the place!)
But still not done with the awesomeness! On this epic blog post, after Google Search has been explained, this girl left a comment saying:
"Oh my, you had me scared at me at MATH in the title. But I followed along! It's very interesting. Wow.
Also, I love any name that starts with Tob, so I like your name."
Hmmm...where has she been all my life???????
Big news from yesterday???
This mission, FFHM, is now free.
Without being too happy and jumpy about it, basically, our administrator (NOT the good one, the "other" one) was, well, released of his, ummm, responsibilities here. How/Why he had them in the first place is up to the people who put him there, and I would've loved to have been in that meeting where it was decided. Oh, that would have been epic, knowing everything I do now. Obviously, when he was appointed, I wasn't here at the mission yet, and didn't even know the guy existed. Still...it's a huge relief to the staff here. Spirits are up/returned. The staff that were asked to leave can now come back, and boy are they missed. All in all, things are looking up, that's for sure. We don't even have a clue who's going to fill his spot. To be perfectly honest though, I don't think many people actually care about that now. Everyone's just happy the board actually came down and listened, and also, stayed longer than they planned just so they could hear everyone out. At the meeting yesterday, it was said that three of the board members heard from God, assuring them they'd made the right decision. My assumption was that they were the three that came down here to hear the staff out, but I could be wrong. Just assuming. I'm so curious as to what it was they heard. That would be an interesting story. Maybe someday. I don't really know what else to say about it...we're all just over the moon about it. (And the dish ran away with the spoon.)
Today...wow, was just a great day to be alive! We (Kelcie, Deborah, Chris and I) went to the San Quintin Bay or whatever it is called. Basically, just drive to San Quintin, and go west. Stop when you hit the ocean, but preferably a bit earlier, cause they don't appreciate cars in their ocean. Makes it look messy. So, we're loading up in the car, just about to leave the mission, when I look up at the incoming clouds and say, "Hey, I think it's going to rain." Good ole optimistic Kelcie replies with an assuring "No, those clouds are going the other way." Ahhh, phew. Good. Cause Chris and I are sitting in the bed of the truck, wouldn't want it to rain. One hour later, as we arrived at the beach, our lovely rookie Meteorologist Kelcie Gibson, 21, of B.C. was performing just as well as any other meteorologist: it was raining. Not just raining, though, raining harder than I've seen in months. Which might be attributed to the fact that I actually haven't seen rain in the past few months. But nonetheless, it's still true.
We played around on the beach for like 20-30 minutes. Already being soaked, it didn't really matter to us if we got more wet. But boy were we in for a treat on the way home. I wish I had the pictures from Kelcie to display this to you visually. I must admit, it was quite epic indeed. We drove out there with Deborah and Kelcie in the cab, and Chris and me laying down in the bed. Naturally, it was only a two seater. What other options did we have?? There's no way you can fit 4 people in a two seater.
Not so.
The way home, we defied the rules of two seaters. We almost defied the rules of gravity as well, going over so many massive bumps and holes, but we were to squished to be able to bounce in the air. Four people in about 6 feet of horizontal space. Chris driving, Deborah and Kelcie somehow sharing the the other seat, and me no where to be seen in between. I think it's safe to say that the concept of personal bubbles were abolished for this particular ride home. Yay for personal-bubble popping.
Tomorrow is Saturday...and wedding day! Robert and Theresa are getting married. Robert asked me to do sound, so I'm running the sound for the actual ceremony...and I presume will be moving right on to Head Food Eater at the reception, but he never mentioned that. I'm sure it was implied though. He's a nice guy.
Finally, I heard this great quote yesterday from Andrea's dad, Keith. We were sitting there talking about electricity, which sparked (yes, sparked) a conversation about his work, where he's constantly bringing up Jesus in their work. And his quote was as follows:
"Jesus did not come to bring people together, (What??? Run that by me again?!?) he came to separate them. Believers and non-believers."
And I just thought that was so profound. I was a little shocked at first when he said "He didn't come to bring people together." I just automatically thought, what, yes, of course he came to bring us all together, to gather in His name, all that. How can you say that wasn't his purpose. But then he finished it...and I was astounded. I thought it was great. Loved it. Yep! thanks Keith!
(He's hilarious as well)
That seems to be about it for this evening. I need to get some real sleep before I start being in charge of the sound at this wedding. I have to be fully awake and prepared in case someone starts singing alone who really shouldn't be (COUGH! Mr. Avitia COUGH!).
Buenas Noches!
DFTBA!
Thobinator
(1\3 of the way done! Maureen, you're evil.)
P.S. Maureen's featured blog today is from this guy named Tobias, which is significant in itself. But he also explains how Google's PageRank works, using some intense mathematics. Oh, how much I love him right now. Very good blog post. (Hey Deborah, go check it out. I saw a ton of ½ and ¼ all over the place!)
But still not done with the awesomeness! On this epic blog post, after Google Search has been explained, this girl left a comment saying:
"Oh my, you had me scared at me at MATH in the title. But I followed along! It's very interesting. Wow.
Also, I love any name that starts with Tob, so I like your name."
Hmmm...where has she been all my life???????
Thursday, April 9, 2009
BEDA - April 9th
As many of you know...today has been utterly fantastic. I would easily say that it's up there in one of the best days since being here. The month of December still owns when my friends from Canada came again, and then two weeks later my fam fam came to visit, but this is definitely next. But...look at the time, it's 3 in the morning already, and I'm not about to start typing up some epicness at this ridiculous hour. I've already fallen asleep twice this evening, one five hours ago, and one an hour ago. I'm done with falling asleep and then having to wake up again. It sucks. So I refuse. I'm REALLY going to sleep now. BEDA is not/never was/never will be, be exciting, informative, and epic every single day. Awesome, yes. But long and intense stories, no.
I can give you a couple things though, just to keep up the awesome. DFTBA!
My oldest broseph, Derek, sent me two of his new songs on Tuesday night..and I have yet to listen to any other songs since then. Yesterday alone I listened to each song over 50 times. It's addicting. I'm not sure about his rules on sending them out, or whatever, with all that cool stuff. But if you're interested, I'm sure he'd love to let as many people listen to them as possible. If not...well, he can tell me, and I'll edit this, no one will ever notice, and it will be like I never said anything. But as of now...the songs are mind-blowing (hence the 50 times in each in one day).
Also, great surprise today. First, the garbage truck broke down, which made us really late. We got back a few minutes before lunch...and I was sitting in the courtyard, just like usual, and I looked over and saw Hayden and Hillary standing by the door. I freaked. Ran and gave them a big hug. Hayden was THE "awesome" one in one of the "awesome" groups my first month here. I loved that kid. He was amazing at soccer, loved playing ALMOST as much as me, and, well, he was just awesome. I had no idea he was coming back. SO it was wonderful to finally see him again. We played soccer for an hour after lunch with about 8 or 9 of the little kids out in front of the New Staff Housing. Andrea's parents got some pictures, so when I get those from her, I'll add them on here. And Hillary was just here about three weeks ago? A month? I think it was a month ago. She had this great group, from the same city as Hayden, just different people. Lots of coolios. Hillary was the best though. And she's back. So yep...that was a great surprise. Not to mention that Deborah and Chris are already here, and Abby was here this week as well (she left today). So yeah, it's been a hectic week. Yay for three hours of sleep a night!! I love it. Probably the best part of my day, waking up and going, "Man, sleep sucks, I'm so glad I NEVER get the chance to enjoy it. Then I might start liking it."
And it's creeping right up on 4 now...and I am going to see the whales tomorrow. Woot woot!! They better be entertaining, or I'm going to fall asleep on them.
Not literally. That'd be awkward. And deadly.
Goodnight!
Sorry this was so epically rushed and boring...(twss) but I really have to go to bed. I promise a better update on why today was awesome. And no, it's not because Alex Day is 20 and a day.
Oh goodness, I'm so done and going to sleeeeeeeeeep.
toodaloo, caribou.
I can give you a couple things though, just to keep up the awesome. DFTBA!
My oldest broseph, Derek, sent me two of his new songs on Tuesday night..and I have yet to listen to any other songs since then. Yesterday alone I listened to each song over 50 times. It's addicting. I'm not sure about his rules on sending them out, or whatever, with all that cool stuff. But if you're interested, I'm sure he'd love to let as many people listen to them as possible. If not...well, he can tell me, and I'll edit this, no one will ever notice, and it will be like I never said anything. But as of now...the songs are mind-blowing (hence the 50 times in each in one day).
Also, great surprise today. First, the garbage truck broke down, which made us really late. We got back a few minutes before lunch...and I was sitting in the courtyard, just like usual, and I looked over and saw Hayden and Hillary standing by the door. I freaked. Ran and gave them a big hug. Hayden was THE "awesome" one in one of the "awesome" groups my first month here. I loved that kid. He was amazing at soccer, loved playing ALMOST as much as me, and, well, he was just awesome. I had no idea he was coming back. SO it was wonderful to finally see him again. We played soccer for an hour after lunch with about 8 or 9 of the little kids out in front of the New Staff Housing. Andrea's parents got some pictures, so when I get those from her, I'll add them on here. And Hillary was just here about three weeks ago? A month? I think it was a month ago. She had this great group, from the same city as Hayden, just different people. Lots of coolios. Hillary was the best though. And she's back. So yep...that was a great surprise. Not to mention that Deborah and Chris are already here, and Abby was here this week as well (she left today). So yeah, it's been a hectic week. Yay for three hours of sleep a night!! I love it. Probably the best part of my day, waking up and going, "Man, sleep sucks, I'm so glad I NEVER get the chance to enjoy it. Then I might start liking it."
And it's creeping right up on 4 now...and I am going to see the whales tomorrow. Woot woot!! They better be entertaining, or I'm going to fall asleep on them.
Not literally. That'd be awkward. And deadly.
Goodnight!
Sorry this was so epically rushed and boring...(twss) but I really have to go to bed. I promise a better update on why today was awesome. And no, it's not because Alex Day is 20 and a day.
Oh goodness, I'm so done and going to sleeeeeeeeeep.
toodaloo, caribou.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
BEDA - April 8th
This lovely Wednesday has been....well, fairly fantastic. We have Friday off because of Easter, so we didn't do the garbage run today. We're doing it tomorrow instead, then taking a well-needed break on Friday. Mhmmmm, sleeping in.
My story for today is from a couple weeks ago...from my trip up to San Diego to hang out with Eli. I'm not even entirely sure if I'm allowed to tell this, but it seems like a good idea. What story isn't a good idea? Especially when it involves naked people? Don't worry...no pictures or other visual aid. Hahaha, which is ironic...and you'll find out why soon enough. Also, if you're not familiar with my trip to San Diego, scroll down, and read the other posts.
On the 19th of April, Eli and I met at the airport around 6, met my uncle and cousin, and then went out to dinner with them. We got done with dinner around 7:30-8:00-ish, and then headed to Point Loma (where we were staying) just after 8.
Once we got to my cousin's dorm, we started getting settled in, lovely stuff like that. My cousin's roommate has "storytime" at 10, so we were all getting ready for that. It's a huge deal on their floor. Like...they video tape it, they all settle around and intently listen to this guy, Gibbons, make up and tell a story right on the spot. Literally plans it out in his head while standing on the bed in front of us, and shares this multi-character, science-fiction drama/shooter/I-stopped-paying-attention-after-that-because-of-something-else. Why such a short attention span for an impressive, on-the-spot, story? Nakedness.
So, in this dorm hall, since it's all guys, they're very "open" about their...bodies, I guess? The guys just walk around naked all the time. One guy in particular. For privacy reasons, and so he doesn't come kill me, we'll just say his name is "Brendan" and he's famous on their floor for being, well, naked, as much as possible. And this night of Gibbon's story telling, he was as naked as ever. Comfortably sitting in the chair in front of us, gazing upon Gibbon's, taking in his story. My cousin had the great idea of grabbing his phone and taking a picture of Brendan. Brendan saw it, laughed, and asked him to delete it (which finally resulted in a little wrestling match), just in case, just to be safe. You know how fast those kind of things can get around these days. Literally, around the world in seconds. He's majoring in...well, something that can't be interrupted by leaked photos of him. Completely understandable. So, just to be awesome, my friend Eli quietly pulls out his own phone, and secretly takes a couple photos on Brendan, in all his glorious nakedness. No one noticed, he had the pictures, we were good to go.
Never did Eli plan on doing anything with them. It's just one of those times where we saw how he reacted to the first time, the first picture, so you do it again just to be awesome. To prove that you can without him noticing. I don't know, there is some recognition in that. And it was impressive, cause Eli was all sneaky like, pretending to be texting...but actually practicing for his photography class. Putting what he learned in class to work out int he real world. And come on, how many times have you heard about photography class dealing with naked models? Same thing. Brendan was basically asking for it by walking around naked, geez.
So, story time ends (thank goodness! We had some living to get back to), and the night goes on. It's like 11 by now, and we're all just chillaxin' around the dorm hanging out. Then my cousin, Eli, and I went down stairs to play ping-pong in the lounge. We played for quite awhile, talked about everything between the moon and BBQ sauce. Hanging out with Eli is bound to provide good talks daily. It's just going to happen, you can't help it. It's wonderful.
Midnight goes right by...1am comes around...and we're sitting in the lounge, half asleep, still discussing world peace and time travel. Suddenly, Brendan comes storming down he stairs, followed by an RD of the floor, AKA the man in charge. We figured he brought him with him so that it would be a peaceful exchange and that Eli would do as Brendan said. And Brendan was NOT happy. This guy is the happy-go-lucky guy of the floor, always smiling, being funny, telling jokes. When he's not happy...something's wrong. But, fortunately, when he came down the stairs, fuming, he was fully clothed. If he hadn't been, it would have quickly easily turned into a laughingfest.
Yes, you guessed it, Brendan had somehow heard about this picture Eli had of him and decided to get out of bed and come downstairs to yell at us. Let's just say, he was not a happy camper. After listening to Brendan's speech about how immature we were for taking that picture of him, he stood there while Eli deleted the pictures. He was just about in tears about the pictures. You could tell he was shaking. It was just so weird how he treated the whole situation, like we came to visit so we could get pictures of him and take over the Internet with them. No no. That was just a perk. No, just kidding, seriously, we were there to visit my cousin, and him waling around naked just so happened to be hilarious.
The next morning, we discovered that that the RD that came down with Brendan was actually there took keep Brendan from beating the crap out of Eli, to keep him from taking it farther than he'd already taken it. And, the night before, when Brendan first found out, he was going to call the cops on Eli. This RD had to convince him that he shouldn't do that. Brendan wasn't kidding around, he was literally going to call the cops at 1am on a stranger who took a picture of him while he willingly walked around. Really, Brendan? Really?
And, in case this didn't come across, this whole thing was just downright hilarious. We definitely had some good laughs over it. Just watching it all unfold was epic. The way Brendan handled it all. I guess you kinda had to be there. But, since you weren't, I thought I'd share it with you.
I don't know about you, but managing to get the cops on you within 5 hours of arriving somewhere is just utterly impressive, no matter how bad it is. How many people get the cops called on them in one lifetime?? What about within 5 hours of arriving at a Christian school?c Yeah? Not so much.
Again, it's tired out. The sun was surprisingly inaccurate most of today. Kevin was sick, so I worked with him later at the Bible Institute.
And last night, my brother sent me a couple of his songs...I'll give you an update on those when I'm not asleep. Sounds like a grand plan!
Adios!
My story for today is from a couple weeks ago...from my trip up to San Diego to hang out with Eli. I'm not even entirely sure if I'm allowed to tell this, but it seems like a good idea. What story isn't a good idea? Especially when it involves naked people? Don't worry...no pictures or other visual aid. Hahaha, which is ironic...and you'll find out why soon enough. Also, if you're not familiar with my trip to San Diego, scroll down, and read the other posts.
On the 19th of April, Eli and I met at the airport around 6, met my uncle and cousin, and then went out to dinner with them. We got done with dinner around 7:30-8:00-ish, and then headed to Point Loma (where we were staying) just after 8.
Once we got to my cousin's dorm, we started getting settled in, lovely stuff like that. My cousin's roommate has "storytime" at 10, so we were all getting ready for that. It's a huge deal on their floor. Like...they video tape it, they all settle around and intently listen to this guy, Gibbons, make up and tell a story right on the spot. Literally plans it out in his head while standing on the bed in front of us, and shares this multi-character, science-fiction drama/shooter/I-stopped-paying-attention-after-that-because-of-something-else. Why such a short attention span for an impressive, on-the-spot, story? Nakedness.
So, in this dorm hall, since it's all guys, they're very "open" about their...bodies, I guess? The guys just walk around naked all the time. One guy in particular. For privacy reasons, and so he doesn't come kill me, we'll just say his name is "Brendan" and he's famous on their floor for being, well, naked, as much as possible. And this night of Gibbon's story telling, he was as naked as ever. Comfortably sitting in the chair in front of us, gazing upon Gibbon's, taking in his story. My cousin had the great idea of grabbing his phone and taking a picture of Brendan. Brendan saw it, laughed, and asked him to delete it (which finally resulted in a little wrestling match), just in case, just to be safe. You know how fast those kind of things can get around these days. Literally, around the world in seconds. He's majoring in...well, something that can't be interrupted by leaked photos of him. Completely understandable. So, just to be awesome, my friend Eli quietly pulls out his own phone, and secretly takes a couple photos on Brendan, in all his glorious nakedness. No one noticed, he had the pictures, we were good to go.
Never did Eli plan on doing anything with them. It's just one of those times where we saw how he reacted to the first time, the first picture, so you do it again just to be awesome. To prove that you can without him noticing. I don't know, there is some recognition in that. And it was impressive, cause Eli was all sneaky like, pretending to be texting...but actually practicing for his photography class. Putting what he learned in class to work out int he real world. And come on, how many times have you heard about photography class dealing with naked models? Same thing. Brendan was basically asking for it by walking around naked, geez.
So, story time ends (thank goodness! We had some living to get back to), and the night goes on. It's like 11 by now, and we're all just chillaxin' around the dorm hanging out. Then my cousin, Eli, and I went down stairs to play ping-pong in the lounge. We played for quite awhile, talked about everything between the moon and BBQ sauce. Hanging out with Eli is bound to provide good talks daily. It's just going to happen, you can't help it. It's wonderful.
Midnight goes right by...1am comes around...and we're sitting in the lounge, half asleep, still discussing world peace and time travel. Suddenly, Brendan comes storming down he stairs, followed by an RD of the floor, AKA the man in charge. We figured he brought him with him so that it would be a peaceful exchange and that Eli would do as Brendan said. And Brendan was NOT happy. This guy is the happy-go-lucky guy of the floor, always smiling, being funny, telling jokes. When he's not happy...something's wrong. But, fortunately, when he came down the stairs, fuming, he was fully clothed. If he hadn't been, it would have quickly easily turned into a laughingfest.
Yes, you guessed it, Brendan had somehow heard about this picture Eli had of him and decided to get out of bed and come downstairs to yell at us. Let's just say, he was not a happy camper. After listening to Brendan's speech about how immature we were for taking that picture of him, he stood there while Eli deleted the pictures. He was just about in tears about the pictures. You could tell he was shaking. It was just so weird how he treated the whole situation, like we came to visit so we could get pictures of him and take over the Internet with them. No no. That was just a perk. No, just kidding, seriously, we were there to visit my cousin, and him waling around naked just so happened to be hilarious.
The next morning, we discovered that that the RD that came down with Brendan was actually there took keep Brendan from beating the crap out of Eli, to keep him from taking it farther than he'd already taken it. And, the night before, when Brendan first found out, he was going to call the cops on Eli. This RD had to convince him that he shouldn't do that. Brendan wasn't kidding around, he was literally going to call the cops at 1am on a stranger who took a picture of him while he willingly walked around. Really, Brendan? Really?
And, in case this didn't come across, this whole thing was just downright hilarious. We definitely had some good laughs over it. Just watching it all unfold was epic. The way Brendan handled it all. I guess you kinda had to be there. But, since you weren't, I thought I'd share it with you.
I don't know about you, but managing to get the cops on you within 5 hours of arriving somewhere is just utterly impressive, no matter how bad it is. How many people get the cops called on them in one lifetime?? What about within 5 hours of arriving at a Christian school?c Yeah? Not so much.
Again, it's tired out. The sun was surprisingly inaccurate most of today. Kevin was sick, so I worked with him later at the Bible Institute.
And last night, my brother sent me a couple of his songs...I'll give you an update on those when I'm not asleep. Sounds like a grand plan!
Adios!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
BEDA - April 7th
Good evening to all, and to all...go to bed. It's late. Ohhh, what to write, what to write.
Today has been mostly uneventful...except for the Portal fest. Portal is this physics/logic/puzzle computer game that requires a LOT of thought. Hurts your brain actually. But in a good, thought-provoking way (my roommate is snoring up a tornado next to me...see what I go through for you guys?!?!). Anywho, so my supervisor, for starters, was sick today, so I was alone. Didn't get a whole lot done, but sure learned a lot about Command Prompt. Man, that's fun to play with. Then Deborah's roommate came here for spring break, and she wanted me to take a look at her laptop, cause it had been giving her some troubles (Vista haha). But this was a strange one, it just randomly beeped on boot up. Not a single beep....like a full on Window's parade. Both Kevin and I couldn't figure out what was up with it. All I got was that by pressing the Print Screen key, it stopped the beeping. Hardly a fix, but better than that wretched beeping for now. Anywho, after work was finished, Kevin showed up, and I gave him my laptop, and he played Portal on the projector for about 4 hours straight. What a great, addicting, game. He really enjoyed it, but had a little trouble at times. But seriously, you try playing that game without getting stuck...the lady (yes, woman) who created that game is a genius. Besides it being a totally, epically funny game. The dialogue is just priceless.
Secondly, while still on the topic of Kevin, we were sitting up in our room about a month ago, and I said something about David Beckham - I can't remember what - and he kinda laughs, and goes..."Who's that?"
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On the return trip from the hospital, I explained to him that it is a federal crime to not know who David Beckham is. That's a global sin. Not only is it that, it's hardly even possible to not know him, he's only on the news in LA (6 hours from here) every other day. I honestly couldn't fathom it. I was so beside myself, I was practically yelling at him. How does someone not know him, or even hear his name mentioned, online, or TV?? How does that happen? I'm not being sarcastic at all...After I learned this, I tried thinking what life would be like if I didn't know who David Beckham was...and I thought of this England vs. Greece video. I've always said if there's one thing I wished I could've been alive for, and personally witnessed,
#1 is to have witnessed to the computer evolve from the '50s and '60s onward to now.
#2 is to be at that game. Just think of the circumstances (even if you are American and don't understand/love/care about/care to get soccer). Just put yourself in the boots of David Beckham (I wish!!!).
First, you're the most sought after footballer in the world at this time...you've got just an eensy weensy bit of pressure on you.
Second, soccer games last 90 minutes, plus whatever the ref decides for injury time, usually a minute or two. It's currently running on the 93rd minute. The game is ending at ANY moment. More like 20 seconds ago.
Third, this is a World Cup qualifier game, meaning, basically, that whoever wins, goes to the World Cup. And, outside the US, that's a big deal. And for England, possessing the most talented league in football, that's as big as it gets. They ARE the soccer powerhouse. If they don't go to the World Cup, the country will be in riots for weeks.
Fourth, It's being played at Old Trafford in Manchester, England, The Field of Dreams - the most popular stadium in Europe, possibly the world.
Fifth, Beckham plays for Manchester United...and their home field is the Field of Dreams. Old Trafford. It's his hometown, his first pro team, he got his fame there, from that same crowd, same stadium, same everything. He's at home. And his family, 60,000 strong, are there for him. But more importantly, with him. I'm getting the chills just think about this
sixth, the score is 2-1, Greece - 2, England - 1. World Cup qualifiers are two-legged matches (the previous leg was held in Greece the week before), one game at each team's home country. Based on the score of the previous match in Greece, England needed AT LEAST a tie to go to the World Cup (Since England scored more away at the Greece game, (on aggragate, pointage wise, they don't have to win at home. They can still get the win even if they tie, becuase of the previous game's score). So we have 2-1, but in need of at least one goal to get the tie, and therefore, the win.
To set this up, in an American way, this is like the 14th inning of the MLB World Series Championships, last game, series tied at 3 games a piece. They're tied at 7 runs, in the bottom of the 14th inning, home team up for bat, bases loaded. Next batter comes up, and whips out the grand slam. Inside the park grand slam.
Or even the Super Bowl. AFC championship game tied at 21 in sudden death. First one to score, wins. No throw in everything else, and you've got maybe a quarter of David Beckham. I could never explain it well enough, almost just because I wasn't there, but also because it would surpass anything.
Now, throw the weight of the entire country on his shoulders. At this point, he's the only one that can change the outcome of the game. The whistle would've been blown seconds after that/ But David steps up, commits, and executes. Perfectly.
And that is the second thing that I wished I could've been personally present for. The atmosphere just in the video gives me the hardcore chills every time. I can't even imagine the atmosphere that was in and around England that day. The feeling of just being there would've sent me over the edge. Yep...
And just yesterday, I was wearing my Manchester United t-shirt, and again, he goes, who's that??? Grrrrrr.....
Anywho, that's all I had to say now, cause I'm so bloody tired
It's really early...and my eyes are hurting like crazy. And I've fallen asleep like 6 times already. Goodnight!! And hopefully I'll have something a little more profound next time. I'm just too tired to think of anything else. And, well, David Beckham deserves his own page. Sure thing!!!
Bye bye!!
Talk to you all soon!
Today has been mostly uneventful...except for the Portal fest. Portal is this physics/logic/puzzle computer game that requires a LOT of thought. Hurts your brain actually. But in a good, thought-provoking way (my roommate is snoring up a tornado next to me...see what I go through for you guys?!?!). Anywho, so my supervisor, for starters, was sick today, so I was alone. Didn't get a whole lot done, but sure learned a lot about Command Prompt. Man, that's fun to play with. Then Deborah's roommate came here for spring break, and she wanted me to take a look at her laptop, cause it had been giving her some troubles (Vista haha). But this was a strange one, it just randomly beeped on boot up. Not a single beep....like a full on Window's parade. Both Kevin and I couldn't figure out what was up with it. All I got was that by pressing the Print Screen key, it stopped the beeping. Hardly a fix, but better than that wretched beeping for now. Anywho, after work was finished, Kevin showed up, and I gave him my laptop, and he played Portal on the projector for about 4 hours straight. What a great, addicting, game. He really enjoyed it, but had a little trouble at times. But seriously, you try playing that game without getting stuck...the lady (yes, woman) who created that game is a genius. Besides it being a totally, epically funny game. The dialogue is just priceless.
Secondly, while still on the topic of Kevin, we were sitting up in our room about a month ago, and I said something about David Beckham - I can't remember what - and he kinda laughs, and goes..."Who's that?"
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On the return trip from the hospital, I explained to him that it is a federal crime to not know who David Beckham is. That's a global sin. Not only is it that, it's hardly even possible to not know him, he's only on the news in LA (6 hours from here) every other day. I honestly couldn't fathom it. I was so beside myself, I was practically yelling at him. How does someone not know him, or even hear his name mentioned, online, or TV?? How does that happen? I'm not being sarcastic at all...After I learned this, I tried thinking what life would be like if I didn't know who David Beckham was...and I thought of this England vs. Greece video. I've always said if there's one thing I wished I could've been alive for, and personally witnessed,
#1 is to have witnessed to the computer evolve from the '50s and '60s onward to now.
#2 is to be at that game. Just think of the circumstances (even if you are American and don't understand/love/care about/care to get soccer). Just put yourself in the boots of David Beckham (I wish!!!).
First, you're the most sought after footballer in the world at this time...you've got just an eensy weensy bit of pressure on you.
Second, soccer games last 90 minutes, plus whatever the ref decides for injury time, usually a minute or two. It's currently running on the 93rd minute. The game is ending at ANY moment. More like 20 seconds ago.
Third, this is a World Cup qualifier game, meaning, basically, that whoever wins, goes to the World Cup. And, outside the US, that's a big deal. And for England, possessing the most talented league in football, that's as big as it gets. They ARE the soccer powerhouse. If they don't go to the World Cup, the country will be in riots for weeks.
Fourth, It's being played at Old Trafford in Manchester, England, The Field of Dreams - the most popular stadium in Europe, possibly the world.
Fifth, Beckham plays for Manchester United...and their home field is the Field of Dreams. Old Trafford. It's his hometown, his first pro team, he got his fame there, from that same crowd, same stadium, same everything. He's at home. And his family, 60,000 strong, are there for him. But more importantly, with him. I'm getting the chills just think about this
sixth, the score is 2-1, Greece - 2, England - 1. World Cup qualifiers are two-legged matches (the previous leg was held in Greece the week before), one game at each team's home country. Based on the score of the previous match in Greece, England needed AT LEAST a tie to go to the World Cup (Since England scored more away at the Greece game, (on aggragate, pointage wise, they don't have to win at home. They can still get the win even if they tie, becuase of the previous game's score). So we have 2-1, but in need of at least one goal to get the tie, and therefore, the win.
To set this up, in an American way, this is like the 14th inning of the MLB World Series Championships, last game, series tied at 3 games a piece. They're tied at 7 runs, in the bottom of the 14th inning, home team up for bat, bases loaded. Next batter comes up, and whips out the grand slam. Inside the park grand slam.
Or even the Super Bowl. AFC championship game tied at 21 in sudden death. First one to score, wins. No throw in everything else, and you've got maybe a quarter of David Beckham. I could never explain it well enough, almost just because I wasn't there, but also because it would surpass anything.
Now, throw the weight of the entire country on his shoulders. At this point, he's the only one that can change the outcome of the game. The whistle would've been blown seconds after that/ But David steps up, commits, and executes. Perfectly.
And that is the second thing that I wished I could've been personally present for. The atmosphere just in the video gives me the hardcore chills every time. I can't even imagine the atmosphere that was in and around England that day. The feeling of just being there would've sent me over the edge. Yep...
And just yesterday, I was wearing my Manchester United t-shirt, and again, he goes, who's that??? Grrrrrr.....
Anywho, that's all I had to say now, cause I'm so bloody tired
It's really early...and my eyes are hurting like crazy. And I've fallen asleep like 6 times already. Goodnight!! And hopefully I'll have something a little more profound next time. I'm just too tired to think of anything else. And, well, David Beckham deserves his own page. Sure thing!!!
Bye bye!!
Talk to you all soon!
Monday, April 6, 2009
BEDA - April 6th
Starting things off today is a wonderful anagram, provided by my buddy/teacher Heather. If you didn't see, the phrase is
"What a piece of work is man"
and here is what I got:
- I am with: a fork, snow, peace.
- Chinese! Wait for a wok map!
- I, a man, seekith wrap of cow.
- Ah, we primates cook iFawn.
- Wam!! A spike of war hit once.
There you go Heather, and thanks a bunches of bunches. That was uber blastful. Soooo enjoyable. I wonder why I never tried that before, missed out on a whole decade of anagraming. It's so exciting when you finally get the last letters into a word, and everything fits. Even if it doesn't make complete sense...it's great fun. Such a successful feeling. Anywho! Yeah....thanks. Always up for more! :)
And, I have some great stories from church last night. My, what a night. Obviously, nothing quite like that last time, with flags, forehead-slapfests, and whatnot. No no, this time, it was the Attack of the Childish Children. (That's ACC. No, not AAC - the file format of iTunes for those that were wondering). The ACC last night started off with Row 2 Boy (we're in Row 0, 1 is directly in front of us, 2 is in front of that...3 in front of that).
Row 2: Little kid of 8-ish, wearing the orange jacket (Yeah, you buddy!!! I'm calling you out!) would be sitting there...then turn around and stare at me. For a good amount of time. I'd look at him and smile...then look back at the stage, and he'd still being staring. So I'd look back and make a funny face at him. That was the only way to get him to turn around. I was really doing quite well on practicing my funny faces. Good thing there were no cameras nearby, or you'd never read another day of this. So, throughout the service, this kid is peering into my soul, all the while Row 1 Boy starts, well, losing control of his own soul.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't remember seeing a point that reflected him having control of his soul. First, he had his mom's key ring (decked out in like 10 keys), a little plastic soldier thing, and two pesos. He sat on the ground, facing his chair, and dropped the keys - over and over and over - onto his chair. I've heard planes take off quieter. And he keeps that up, while his mom sits next to him, somehow paying attention to the sermon.
Next, Deborah's foot is sitting in the space between Row 1 By's chair and the chair next to it. So this kid starts playing the drums; hitting his knee, then Deborah's foot, his knee, her foot. Again, and again. He never showed any notion that he knew who's foot that was. Never looked back at us during it, nothing. Just hit it every other beat. I even put my foot on top of hers for a beat or two, and he just kept it right up. So we laughedat with him.
While laughing, Row 3 Boy, like 11 or so, starts pretending that it's snowing INSIDE our church in MEXICO and points his head up in the air, sticks out his tongue, seemingly attempting to catch snowflakes. Last time I checked, it didn't snow in Vicente Guerrero in April...or ever. Especially not indoors. But no matter to Row 3 Boy. You know you've done that before, the typical stick your tongue out as far as possible, creating the largest surface area for catching things. This kid had that pat down for sure...now he needs to jump on getting the snowflakes inside. But his ability to act normal in church definitely hit home with our funny bone. We just cracked up. Now, finally add in Row 2 Girl, all of 3 or so, randomly screaming at what seemed to be the same pitch as my microwave. Nothing long, no never-ending scream. Just quick short bursts interfering with the wireless mics.
We thought everything was over then. How mistaken we were.
Row 1 Boy doesn't want to feel out-done by all these other kids, so what does he do? He grabs his mom's sweatshirt, places it in his mouth (full on biting it), and starts shaking his head. The sweatshirt swinging back and forth, back and forth. Faster...faster...and he keeps going. He kept at it for at least a couple minutes, putting that sweatshirt through torture. He eventually put the sweatshirt down...but kept going with the head-shaking. Apparently that was fun at that age. I was too busy putting snakes in my mailbox for the mail lady to worry about shaking my head around. It was closer to getting beat around like the Atkins spokesperson touring the Willy Wonka factory.
To finish off the night, the sign language guy to the right of us was always looking at us, smiling, waving, lifting his eyebrows, giving us the thumbs up. Who knows, maybe thumbs up is something different to us than it is to him. Maybe in sign language, he was smiling, waving, lifting his eyebrows, and saying he was getting ready to eat us. Maybe the thumbs up is, prepare to be eaten. He very well could have been visualizing our roasted thighs, failing to communicate that small fact to us. Now I'm scared to see him again...he'll probably whip out his sign language grilling skills on us.
Last but not least, towards the end of the sermon (we're sitting upstairs again), this guy gets up and goes to the small window in the back, hangs out of it, and starts yelling. Who knows what...hope it wasn't too important, cause the good majority of the upstairs turned and looked at him. He didn't seem to care that he was pleasantly yelling, interrupting, AND providing for our entertainment all at the same time.
And that was church for the weekend. Always something new going on, something funny and worth blogging about when I otherwise might be running low on ideas. And it's only the 6th. Ewwww. More topics! Oh, I could do why the sky is blue! II got to explain that this evening. I always love getting the chance to share that, cause there is ALWAYS someone who says "cause it reflects off the ocean." (cough!) No, that is not the reason. Far from it. Why is the sky in Kansas just as blue as in Washington. Theory = SHOT DOWN! No, it has to do with the wavelengths of lights. And, I won't plagiarize someone else with explaining it all. The link to the explanation can be found here: Why the Sky is Blue.
This is Kelcie's funny drawing during church. Yes, it was followed by more and more laughing. And yes, we're very mature and respectful in church. This Sunday wasn't our best representation of that though.
We went to the beach tonight to have a bonfire. We found this old Christmas tree out in the back of the mission, and decided it was great wood. So we brought it...and burnt it all at once. Great flames, almost too much heat. But so worth it.
Myself, flying on my personal Firebolt.
Kelcie and Deborah came with me on the garbage run today! :)
This lamesaucy dog followed us home all the way from Smokey's. It would NOT leave, not matter what. TWO days later...it was sitting under my truck I used everyday, apparently just waiting for me to come and grab the truck. Somehow it knew I ws coming to that truck. Traced my scent from the day before? I don't know, but the dog was annoying.
"What a piece of work is man"
and here is what I got:
- I am with: a fork, snow, peace.
- Chinese! Wait for a wok map!
- I, a man, seekith wrap of cow.
- Ah, we primates cook iFawn.
- Wam!! A spike of war hit once.
There you go Heather, and thanks a bunches of bunches. That was uber blastful. Soooo enjoyable. I wonder why I never tried that before, missed out on a whole decade of anagraming. It's so exciting when you finally get the last letters into a word, and everything fits. Even if it doesn't make complete sense...it's great fun. Such a successful feeling. Anywho! Yeah....thanks. Always up for more! :)
And, I have some great stories from church last night. My, what a night. Obviously, nothing quite like that last time, with flags, forehead-slapfests, and whatnot. No no, this time, it was the Attack of the Childish Children. (That's ACC. No, not AAC - the file format of iTunes for those that were wondering). The ACC last night started off with Row 2 Boy (we're in Row 0, 1 is directly in front of us, 2 is in front of that...3 in front of that).
Row 2: Little kid of 8-ish, wearing the orange jacket (Yeah, you buddy!!! I'm calling you out!) would be sitting there...then turn around and stare at me. For a good amount of time. I'd look at him and smile...then look back at the stage, and he'd still being staring. So I'd look back and make a funny face at him. That was the only way to get him to turn around. I was really doing quite well on practicing my funny faces. Good thing there were no cameras nearby, or you'd never read another day of this. So, throughout the service, this kid is peering into my soul, all the while Row 1 Boy starts, well, losing control of his own soul.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't remember seeing a point that reflected him having control of his soul. First, he had his mom's key ring (decked out in like 10 keys), a little plastic soldier thing, and two pesos. He sat on the ground, facing his chair, and dropped the keys - over and over and over - onto his chair. I've heard planes take off quieter. And he keeps that up, while his mom sits next to him, somehow paying attention to the sermon.
Next, Deborah's foot is sitting in the space between Row 1 By's chair and the chair next to it. So this kid starts playing the drums; hitting his knee, then Deborah's foot, his knee, her foot. Again, and again. He never showed any notion that he knew who's foot that was. Never looked back at us during it, nothing. Just hit it every other beat. I even put my foot on top of hers for a beat or two, and he just kept it right up. So we laughed
While laughing, Row 3 Boy, like 11 or so, starts pretending that it's snowing INSIDE our church in MEXICO and points his head up in the air, sticks out his tongue, seemingly attempting to catch snowflakes. Last time I checked, it didn't snow in Vicente Guerrero in April...or ever. Especially not indoors. But no matter to Row 3 Boy. You know you've done that before, the typical stick your tongue out as far as possible, creating the largest surface area for catching things. This kid had that pat down for sure...now he needs to jump on getting the snowflakes inside. But his ability to act normal in church definitely hit home with our funny bone. We just cracked up. Now, finally add in Row 2 Girl, all of 3 or so, randomly screaming at what seemed to be the same pitch as my microwave. Nothing long, no never-ending scream. Just quick short bursts interfering with the wireless mics.
We thought everything was over then. How mistaken we were.
Row 1 Boy doesn't want to feel out-done by all these other kids, so what does he do? He grabs his mom's sweatshirt, places it in his mouth (full on biting it), and starts shaking his head. The sweatshirt swinging back and forth, back and forth. Faster...faster...and he keeps going. He kept at it for at least a couple minutes, putting that sweatshirt through torture. He eventually put the sweatshirt down...but kept going with the head-shaking. Apparently that was fun at that age. I was too busy putting snakes in my mailbox for the mail lady to worry about shaking my head around. It was closer to getting beat around like the Atkins spokesperson touring the Willy Wonka factory.
To finish off the night, the sign language guy to the right of us was always looking at us, smiling, waving, lifting his eyebrows, giving us the thumbs up. Who knows, maybe thumbs up is something different to us than it is to him. Maybe in sign language, he was smiling, waving, lifting his eyebrows, and saying he was getting ready to eat us. Maybe the thumbs up is, prepare to be eaten. He very well could have been visualizing our roasted thighs, failing to communicate that small fact to us. Now I'm scared to see him again...he'll probably whip out his sign language grilling skills on us.
Last but not least, towards the end of the sermon (we're sitting upstairs again), this guy gets up and goes to the small window in the back, hangs out of it, and starts yelling. Who knows what...hope it wasn't too important, cause the good majority of the upstairs turned and looked at him. He didn't seem to care that he was pleasantly yelling, interrupting, AND providing for our entertainment all at the same time.
And that was church for the weekend. Always something new going on, something funny and worth blogging about when I otherwise might be running low on ideas. And it's only the 6th. Ewwww. More topics! Oh, I could do why the sky is blue! II got to explain that this evening. I always love getting the chance to share that, cause there is ALWAYS someone who says "cause it reflects off the ocean." (cough!) No, that is not the reason. Far from it. Why is the sky in Kansas just as blue as in Washington. Theory = SHOT DOWN! No, it has to do with the wavelengths of lights. And, I won't plagiarize someone else with explaining it all. The link to the explanation can be found here: Why the Sky is Blue.
This is Kelcie's funny drawing during church. Yes, it was followed by more and more laughing. And yes, we're very mature and respectful in church. This Sunday wasn't our best representation of that though.
We went to the beach tonight to have a bonfire. We found this old Christmas tree out in the back of the mission, and decided it was great wood. So we brought it...and burnt it all at once. Great flames, almost too much heat. But so worth it.
Myself, flying on my personal Firebolt.
Kelcie and Deborah came with me on the garbage run today! :)
This lamesaucy dog followed us home all the way from Smokey's. It would NOT leave, not matter what. TWO days later...it was sitting under my truck I used everyday, apparently just waiting for me to come and grab the truck. Somehow it knew I ws coming to that truck. Traced my scent from the day before? I don't know, but the dog was annoying.
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