Seriously.....

I am still alive and kicking. I just spent the week at Young Life camp. I am trying to recover, and get caught up. As soon as that happens I promise full description, detail, and photos.

Or maybe you don't care. Either way I just missed posting, so I felt compelled to put something up.

New Edition

No, I haven't been pulling out my tapes from 5th grade. This weekend Kayla (former blogger) came over and began a community garden. I really appreciate the enthusiam, and vision she has for it. It is indeed a little late to be starting, so she put a few simple things in with the goal of making salsa when fall rolls around. I'll keep you posted, and for now you can enjoy a few pics.

Gone, and forgotten

On friday evening we went down to Crown Center to the free movie friday to view "Breakfast at Tiffany's." It was a lot of fun, the weather was perfect, and the movie was good for a laugh, although I think it was supposed to be serious. The girls that went had dinner together at Stephanies house beforehand. The fellas met them there, and we all departed for the movie. Pulling into the parking garage and reuniting the various cars someone asked, "hey, where's kelly?" WE FORGOT HER AT STEPHANIES!!!! She had run to her car, which was down the street, to grab a blanket, and apparently Amy ignored her. When she returned all the cars were gone. Immediately, 4 of us got out our phones to call her. It was a funny sight. She was pulling into the garage, and thankfully was not mad. We all felt terrible, and I kinda expected her to be sulking. It's a big deal to forget someone I think. The semi-humorous ending to the story is that she and Gina didn't even stay for the movie. They sat down for about 5 minutes and decided they'd had enough. They went to sit in the A/C and enjoy some wine.

The moral of the story is: have a buddy system.

How to retrieve a wiffleball....or not

This is just one perspective on how the events of the evening of July 4th played out. You should be able to get a different perspective here.

As we played wiffleball, the great american pastime, in David's side yard a ball got stuck in a pine tree. Everyone knows when the ball is in the tree you've got to toss something up to knock it loose. The first attempted object was the wifflebat. MAGIC, down came the ball....up stayed the bat. Oops. I guess maybe we needed something heavier. Luckily, the landscape beds were lined with rocks! By now a good little crowd has gathered around the tree including the heroine of the story, Cari. After a few tosses by some other folks, Cari decided she was ready to give it a try. I admit that I was skeptical(as males are when doing a job they percieve a female less capalbe of doing), but impressed that she was willing to at least try. Toss number one ended up a bit short. Toss number two, remember we are throwing a rock, Cari really wants to get it there so she puts a little bend in the knees, lowers the rock down, giggles and says "I hope this doesn't hit me" and fires it up in the air. I think the extra effort from the legs hindered the release point becuase the throw was severely off line. So severe, if fact, it was almost directly over Cari's head. Predictably, she panicked, like anyone would, and tried to get out of the way saying "s*&^#, S(*&#$, S(*&!!!" Well, Cari perception of the rock trajectory was just a little off, so instead of running out from underneath the rock she actually ran directly below it and it struck her in the shoulder! Thankfully, it was the shoulder not the head. She gutted it out, didn't shed a tear, and went on to enjoy the remainder of the evening with some ice pressed on her shoulder.