10.) Christmas Day Nap-- Like Thanksgiving Day Nap, only better!
9.) Football and such-- Sports, it's what we like at our house.
8.) Laying underneath the Christmas Tree-- Don't knock it until you've tried it... it's cool looking.
7.) No school-- Need I say more?
6.) Cold Weather-- at least, what we call cold in Texas.
5.) Christmas Movies-- Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation and White Christmas are a must.
4.) Playing games with my family-- We get a little crazy, but it's all in good fun. As long as we stay away from Taboo and Settlers of Catan... we are golden.
3.) Remembering past Christmases-- My family is crazy and we love reliving our craziness.
2.) Baking-- it's not that I'm extraordinarily good, I just enjoy it.
1.) My Family-- duh! We are awesome!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A night that touched my soulja boy dance
I just made a memory that will last my whole life.
I made a promise to a 10 year old in June that if he did not have to move rocks at Camp of the Hills, I would take him to Gatti-town. Being somewhat of a fluff-head, I forgot about this promise until two weeks ago when Tunca called me on my mistake.
So, around 6pm today, Megan, Patrick, and I picked up Tunca and his brothers and took them to Gatti-town. We gorged ourselves with pizza and got up to almost 700 tickets in games. Though the trip to Gatti-town was fun, the BEST PART came shortly after we left to go home.
The boys are pros at the soulja boy dance and were showing us their moves as we made our way to the car. We were talking about how awesome it would be if we turned on Candy 95 and that song was on. So, we all held our breath as I turned on the car only to hear "Bubbly" blasting from the speakers.
Patrick said, "I bet you anything Soulja Boy is coming on next. Just watch." Megan and I made a deal that if it did come on while on our way home I would pull the car over and we would all get out and dance.
Can you guess what happened next? Yeah! As I pull out of the parking lot on to Texas Ave, Soulja Boy comes on and we all start screaming. I quickly pulled into a parking lot across the street from Outback and we proceed to turn up the song as loud as my speakers would allow, get out of the car, and dance in the middle of a deserted parking lot. Picture it: 3 young black boys who have rhythm running through their veins, and 3 college white kids who all happened to be on drum line but are none the less- white. All of them dancing around a beat up old red mini-van in a deserted parking lot. It was awesome. We had random people pulling up and watching in awe as we busted our moves.
Megan, Patrick, and I all agreed that tonight will be something we remember forever. It ranks up in the top 10 college experiences. I love those kids and all of my other HYPE kids. I thank God for them everyday. It was awesome.
I made a promise to a 10 year old in June that if he did not have to move rocks at Camp of the Hills, I would take him to Gatti-town. Being somewhat of a fluff-head, I forgot about this promise until two weeks ago when Tunca called me on my mistake.
So, around 6pm today, Megan, Patrick, and I picked up Tunca and his brothers and took them to Gatti-town. We gorged ourselves with pizza and got up to almost 700 tickets in games. Though the trip to Gatti-town was fun, the BEST PART came shortly after we left to go home.
The boys are pros at the soulja boy dance and were showing us their moves as we made our way to the car. We were talking about how awesome it would be if we turned on Candy 95 and that song was on. So, we all held our breath as I turned on the car only to hear "Bubbly" blasting from the speakers.
Patrick said, "I bet you anything Soulja Boy is coming on next. Just watch." Megan and I made a deal that if it did come on while on our way home I would pull the car over and we would all get out and dance.
Can you guess what happened next? Yeah! As I pull out of the parking lot on to Texas Ave, Soulja Boy comes on and we all start screaming. I quickly pulled into a parking lot across the street from Outback and we proceed to turn up the song as loud as my speakers would allow, get out of the car, and dance in the middle of a deserted parking lot. Picture it: 3 young black boys who have rhythm running through their veins, and 3 college white kids who all happened to be on drum line but are none the less- white. All of them dancing around a beat up old red mini-van in a deserted parking lot. It was awesome. We had random people pulling up and watching in awe as we busted our moves.
Megan, Patrick, and I all agreed that tonight will be something we remember forever. It ranks up in the top 10 college experiences. I love those kids and all of my other HYPE kids. I thank God for them everyday. It was awesome.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The act or an instance of sharing, as of thoughts or feelings.
Communion.
I get confused every Sunday when the whole church partakes in communion and not one person communes. I've been reading the numerous entries in the Bible about the Last Supper and I don't see any instance where everyone sat in silence or prayed. When I'm at a meal, silence isn't really an option.
Maybe communion is a time to commune with God. In that case, it is understandable that the disciples did not bow their heads to pray. God was in the room with them.
I have just wondered about communion for a while. If the definition of communion is the act of sharing thoughts or feelings, how can you do that in silence?
Maybe we just need a better word for what we do. To me, that word does not fit our actions.
Just something I thought about today.
I get confused every Sunday when the whole church partakes in communion and not one person communes. I've been reading the numerous entries in the Bible about the Last Supper and I don't see any instance where everyone sat in silence or prayed. When I'm at a meal, silence isn't really an option.
Maybe communion is a time to commune with God. In that case, it is understandable that the disciples did not bow their heads to pray. God was in the room with them.
I have just wondered about communion for a while. If the definition of communion is the act of sharing thoughts or feelings, how can you do that in silence?
Maybe we just need a better word for what we do. To me, that word does not fit our actions.
Just something I thought about today.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Beginnings
Beginnings are funny to me. Because, really, they are just endings. They should call them:
Begendings or something. Because that's what they are.
I'm done.
Begendings or something. Because that's what they are.
I'm done.
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