Once again my world is so busy and crazy I'm definitely starting to regret making this blog- oops. But here's a tiny snippet of a story for today. It's about my favorite kid Aiden whom I talk about all the time.
After church, Aiden's dad came to pick him up from Childrens Church. He was showing his dad all the dumb little craft he made, like a paper doll of Joseph and his colorful coat, and a colorful friendship bracelet he would give his little brother.
His dad asked, "Hey buddy, what was the lesson about today? What did you learn?"
Aiden said, "Joseph and his fancy coat."
His dad said, "Oh yeah I remember that!"
Aiden was shocked, "You were ALIVE for that? You KNEW him?!?!?!"
Um, no. Aiden's dad is probably like 35 years old- lolzies. Love my lil buddy Aiden.
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First Bibles
Sunday, August 14, 2016
This morning I taught third grade Sunday school. As is traditional in many many churches, the church gifts Bibles to all the third graders at the beginning of the school year, and today happened to be "Third Grade Bible Sunday." The kids were all dressed up in puffy dresses and clip-on ties. It was adorable.
Anyway, the Sunday School lesson was obviously focused on getting to know the Bible. We played a ton of games using index cards with the books of the Bible (racing to sort the books into Old and New Testaments, racing to put them in order, racing to count how many total, etc.)
We played a little bit of trivia and their answers were hilarious.
Q: What language was the Old Testament written in originally?
A: Jewish!
Q: What language was the New Testament written in originally?
A: English or Spanish, I can't remember.
Q: Which is bigger and longer, Old Testament or New Testament?
A: Palms (that's not a typo, they literally said Palms)
Q: When was the Old Testament written?
A: 500 years ago
Q: When was the New Testament written?
A: When Jesus was born.
Burning Destinos
Sunday, August 7, 2016
I was flipping though Facebook to find old photos for Storytime Sunday, and came across a little annual tradition my friends had. Pardon the terrible quality photos that were taken in low light with my 3.2 megapixel camera in 2007.
I, Kay Rogers, failed a Spanish test, and then I went on to become Kirby Rogers and attend a good college and pass more Spanish classes, and then graduate and become Kirby Darden. Life is good.
My pal Alex had a fire pit in her back yard, and every June we would grab all our old school work, burn it, and make s'mores. Our friend group was made up of all the nerdy types and we had mountains of history notes, chemistry problem sets, and Spanish tests. Well actually most of my friends took Chinese instead of Spanish but whatever.
I came across this next photo on Facebook and DIED laughing and had to tell Brian all about it, and that sealed the deal that I needed to write about it here.
(About half the people I know call me Kay Rogers, a nickname that started in elementary school. So that make confuse some of you who know me as Kirby Rogers Darden.)
In tenth grade, Spanish class was called Culture and Speaking class, which was awesome because we had way way way less emphasis on grammar and vocab. Instead we had to memorize and perform songs and dances, cook an authentic dish for bi-weekly pot lucks, and recite speeches into microphones for the teacher to record and grade later. So honestly I really didn't take it too seriously.
There was a unit in which we spent weeks watching a soap opera called Destinos. We loved/hated it. I guess we sarcastically pretended to love it, and then the hype actually wore on us, and we would actually talk about it at lunch, like, "What do you think will happen next?" It's about some lawyer who was trying to uncover the hidden secret of a dying rich old man. I don't remember any specifics except one super intense scene when the lawyer was getting off the elevator just as the villain was stepping in, but she wasn't on his tail yet so she had no idea.
Okay anyway. Look at that test that's burning above. I got -53 points, so my score was a 47. Then my folklore singing extra credit got me up to a 58... still majorly failing. Embarrassing that I failed a test about a soap opera, but even more embarrassing that as a tenth grader I wanted to broadcast it online for the world to see! And now I'm re-broadcasting it because about ten years have passed so I'm definitely over it.
I, Kay Rogers, failed a Spanish test, and then I went on to become Kirby Rogers and attend a good college and pass more Spanish classes, and then graduate and become Kirby Darden. Life is good.
Summer Stitches
Sunday, July 31, 2016
I'm feeling a little nostalgic for summer camp right now, so here's a camp story!
In 2012, I was on Support Staff, meaning I worked behind the scenes and didn't have any campers of my own. The camp nurse found me and told me there was a girl hurt on a trail, and she had one counselor waiting with her. I needed to go find them and help the counselor carry her to the car.
I drove the Gator as far up the trail as possible so that we could carry her the least distance possible. When I found them, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was one of my past campers! And she wasn't terribly awfully hurt; she just had a big gash on her knee from tripping on a rock.
I got her back to the nurse, who decided I should take the girl to the ER for stitches. While I was on the phone with the camper's mom explaining the situation and trying to get her insurance info, the nurse was trying to find another support staff to go with me to the ER. For safety/liability issues we have to have two adults traveling with a camper. Whatever. She found Ben who was gonna go with me. Ben is a very hilarious person.
The camper Kaylee was glad I was with her because she's kinda shy and she remembered me from two years ago. She did not know Ben but he quickly changed that. We loaded up in an old janky minivan with weirdly plush seats, and we pretended it was a spaceship the whole time. We made up astronaut nicknames for each other and used those names the whole time. Kaylee was awesome and brave and didn't cry when she got three stitches on her knee. She even got to talk to her mom on the phone, which is not something campers are ever allowed to do because it makes homesickness worse.
Of course, I wasn't actually the one getting stitches, but I'd say that for the three of us it was probably the most fun ER trip anyone in the world has every had. We stopped at Dairy Queen before returning to camp, and we swore Kaylee to secrecy. Teaching them good morals, hah! We took the spaceship back to camp and she had an awesome gross knee to show her friends. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the best part of her week.
In 2012, I was on Support Staff, meaning I worked behind the scenes and didn't have any campers of my own. The camp nurse found me and told me there was a girl hurt on a trail, and she had one counselor waiting with her. I needed to go find them and help the counselor carry her to the car.
I drove the Gator as far up the trail as possible so that we could carry her the least distance possible. When I found them, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was one of my past campers! And she wasn't terribly awfully hurt; she just had a big gash on her knee from tripping on a rock.
I got her back to the nurse, who decided I should take the girl to the ER for stitches. While I was on the phone with the camper's mom explaining the situation and trying to get her insurance info, the nurse was trying to find another support staff to go with me to the ER. For safety/liability issues we have to have two adults traveling with a camper. Whatever. She found Ben who was gonna go with me. Ben is a very hilarious person.
The camper Kaylee was glad I was with her because she's kinda shy and she remembered me from two years ago. She did not know Ben but he quickly changed that. We loaded up in an old janky minivan with weirdly plush seats, and we pretended it was a spaceship the whole time. We made up astronaut nicknames for each other and used those names the whole time. Kaylee was awesome and brave and didn't cry when she got three stitches on her knee. She even got to talk to her mom on the phone, which is not something campers are ever allowed to do because it makes homesickness worse.
Of course, I wasn't actually the one getting stitches, but I'd say that for the three of us it was probably the most fun ER trip anyone in the world has every had. We stopped at Dairy Queen before returning to camp, and we swore Kaylee to secrecy. Teaching them good morals, hah! We took the spaceship back to camp and she had an awesome gross knee to show her friends. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the best part of her week.
Bachelorette Auditions
Sunday, July 24, 2016
One time I went to the auditions for The Bachelorette. Okay I din't go audition myself, but I tagged along with my good friend who was single at the time. She's really pretty and really smart so I truly believed she had a shot at sparking their interest. But also she's very level-headed so that'd surely make them pass. I just wanted to see it all. This was in late summer of 2014 but I'm guessing it's still very similar to this day.
We arrived at the address. It was a local Atlanta news station and there were handwritten posters with handwritten arrows saying, "Bachelor Auditions This Way." Honestly it was kinda sketchy that they couldn't shell out a few extra dollars for printed signs. It looked like the pep rally signs that cheerleaders make in high school, real cutesy, probably by a summer intern.
We had to park on the street and pay for it, and walk about five minutes following the signs to get to the entrance. There were security guards with metal detectors and they checked our purses. Once about ten people had made it to security, someone from ABC walked us back through a maze of hallways to a large room. Part of the room had rows of chairs like a waiting room, part of the room had tables to fill out the paperwork, and part of the room was ABC staff just doing their stuff, like a photo backdrop for headshots and some stacks of paper and stuff. Honestly it was not very well organized.
So we walked in wearing our normal everyday clothes, and there was no indication of what we were supposed to do, and nobody talked to us for about a solid minute. I guess the ABC interns were just chatting away, I dunno. Eventually someone was like, "Sign in here, and fill out this packet." So she signed in, put on a name tag, and started filling out the questionnaire.
There is no way they actually read those questionnaires. The questions were so dumb, like "What's your dream vacation?" "Do you have any tattoos?" Very few of them had substance. They did cover some important topics too though, like "Do you have children?" "Describe your relationship with your parents." I bet they don't pay attention the the questionnaire until they've already narrowed it down to about 100 girls, because it was pretty long and boring. I stole one of the pens that said "The Bachelor" on it, but it was the very cheapest most terrible quality, probably because they anticipated everyone takes them.
We finished the packet, turned it in, and sat in the waiting room area. We knew when they called her name they'd take her headshot, take her to interview, and bring her back. We waited about thirty minutes and observed as much as we could. Most of the girls were wearing way cute clothes, like minidresses and high heels and a hairdo that probably took and hour. My friend was wearing normal clothes, like a cute summery skirt, and a tank top, and a chambray shirt. They told her to take off her outer layer for her headshot. They took her to a back room for her interview and I waited.
Alone in the waiting room and feeling out of place, I noticed someone on ABC staff talking for a long time to one of the auditioners. The staff person was like, "I'm so glad you came out to meet us!" And the woman was like, "I'm so glad you called! I didn't even know this was going on!" So I got a glimpse of the hand-picked thing. I wonder if they don't even consider the people who walk in off the street if they haven't already gotten a phone call tip off about them. I tried so hard to study the girl's face to then know if she became a contestant, but I don't remember a thing about her.
When she returned, she said it was kinda pointless. She interviewed with three people, and they seemed disinterested. They essentially just repeated the same questions, asked about her job and education and family, and asked a couple "how would you react if...." questions. Then they said bye and we never heard from them again.
We arrived at the address. It was a local Atlanta news station and there were handwritten posters with handwritten arrows saying, "Bachelor Auditions This Way." Honestly it was kinda sketchy that they couldn't shell out a few extra dollars for printed signs. It looked like the pep rally signs that cheerleaders make in high school, real cutesy, probably by a summer intern.
We had to park on the street and pay for it, and walk about five minutes following the signs to get to the entrance. There were security guards with metal detectors and they checked our purses. Once about ten people had made it to security, someone from ABC walked us back through a maze of hallways to a large room. Part of the room had rows of chairs like a waiting room, part of the room had tables to fill out the paperwork, and part of the room was ABC staff just doing their stuff, like a photo backdrop for headshots and some stacks of paper and stuff. Honestly it was not very well organized.
So we walked in wearing our normal everyday clothes, and there was no indication of what we were supposed to do, and nobody talked to us for about a solid minute. I guess the ABC interns were just chatting away, I dunno. Eventually someone was like, "Sign in here, and fill out this packet." So she signed in, put on a name tag, and started filling out the questionnaire.
There is no way they actually read those questionnaires. The questions were so dumb, like "What's your dream vacation?" "Do you have any tattoos?" Very few of them had substance. They did cover some important topics too though, like "Do you have children?" "Describe your relationship with your parents." I bet they don't pay attention the the questionnaire until they've already narrowed it down to about 100 girls, because it was pretty long and boring. I stole one of the pens that said "The Bachelor" on it, but it was the very cheapest most terrible quality, probably because they anticipated everyone takes them.
We finished the packet, turned it in, and sat in the waiting room area. We knew when they called her name they'd take her headshot, take her to interview, and bring her back. We waited about thirty minutes and observed as much as we could. Most of the girls were wearing way cute clothes, like minidresses and high heels and a hairdo that probably took and hour. My friend was wearing normal clothes, like a cute summery skirt, and a tank top, and a chambray shirt. They told her to take off her outer layer for her headshot. They took her to a back room for her interview and I waited.
Alone in the waiting room and feeling out of place, I noticed someone on ABC staff talking for a long time to one of the auditioners. The staff person was like, "I'm so glad you came out to meet us!" And the woman was like, "I'm so glad you called! I didn't even know this was going on!" So I got a glimpse of the hand-picked thing. I wonder if they don't even consider the people who walk in off the street if they haven't already gotten a phone call tip off about them. I tried so hard to study the girl's face to then know if she became a contestant, but I don't remember a thing about her.
When she returned, she said it was kinda pointless. She interviewed with three people, and they seemed disinterested. They essentially just repeated the same questions, asked about her job and education and family, and asked a couple "how would you react if...." questions. Then they said bye and we never heard from them again.
Undercover Adult
Sunday, July 17, 2016
One of the advantages I have at my job is that I look super young. Small stature, adult acne, sloppy fashion choices, and round cheeks always throw people off. Most of my kids assume I'm just a high school kid, about 16 or 17, and they're always surprised when I mention my husband or when I clarify that I already graduated from college.
Last week I spent a lot of time with a lot of pre-teens. And let me tell you, these kids can talk each others' ears off. But when it comes to adults they are so closed off. They do not want their parents to know who they have a crush on. They do not want their teachers to know that they secretly watched a PG-13 movie. They do not want adults to know that they stole an extra bag of chips or they secretly brought a bottle of gatorade on the rental bus.
But kids sometimes forget that I'm not a kid. I play their dumb "down by the banks" time wasting games, and I listen to their long stories about how one time they saw their friend do something. I ask them about their pets and their siblings and their birthday and their favorite jello flavor and what they wish their middle name was. And suddenly in their eyes I'm totally a kid. And they'll tell me opinions and stories and secrets and eventually my ears fall off. But in the meantime I get a lot of laughs and smiles.
Some awesome quotes from this week:
"I don't like TV shows with killing. Or maybe I do, I'm just not allowed to try it out yet."
"Would you like pepperoni or cheese pizza?" "Do you have mushroom, peppers, olives, and sausage?"
"You never call on my for my answer!" "Okay go ahead." "I forgot."
"I'm sorry this story I'm telling you is taking so long."
"I was born from a panda."
"Thomas lost his little sister so I left him alone to find her."
"Can I have a fourth hot dog?" "You were allowed two." "Can I have my second second second hot dog?"
Last week I spent a lot of time with a lot of pre-teens. And let me tell you, these kids can talk each others' ears off. But when it comes to adults they are so closed off. They do not want their parents to know who they have a crush on. They do not want their teachers to know that they secretly watched a PG-13 movie. They do not want adults to know that they stole an extra bag of chips or they secretly brought a bottle of gatorade on the rental bus.
But kids sometimes forget that I'm not a kid. I play their dumb "down by the banks" time wasting games, and I listen to their long stories about how one time they saw their friend do something. I ask them about their pets and their siblings and their birthday and their favorite jello flavor and what they wish their middle name was. And suddenly in their eyes I'm totally a kid. And they'll tell me opinions and stories and secrets and eventually my ears fall off. But in the meantime I get a lot of laughs and smiles.
Some awesome quotes from this week:
"I don't like TV shows with killing. Or maybe I do, I'm just not allowed to try it out yet."
"Would you like pepperoni or cheese pizza?" "Do you have mushroom, peppers, olives, and sausage?"
"You never call on my for my answer!" "Okay go ahead." "I forgot."
"I'm sorry this story I'm telling you is taking so long."
"I was born from a panda."
"Thomas lost his little sister so I left him alone to find her."
"Can I have a fourth hot dog?" "You were allowed two." "Can I have my second second second hot dog?"
Lame Pranks
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Senior year of college, the few and mighty math majors decided we were total pranksters! But also we were lame goody-two-shoes, so our pranks were awfully lame.
After we scattered the toys, we started to worry that they would think it was kinda a throw-away prank, and they might pick up the beanie babies and take them to Goodwill. (In hindsight, of course they wouldn't do that the very same day.) Anyway, to make sure that didn't happen we left a forged not from the college president, saying, "Hey guys, thanks for agreeing to petsit today. I'll be back tonight to pick them up."
Another terribly lame prank we did....
The college started encouraging each department to organize once-a-month lunches where professors and students would meet up together in the dining hall. They were pretty fun since the professors in our department were friendly and funny. A week before an upcoming Math Lunch, we decided it would be so totally hilarious to send out professors formal looking invitations inviting them to the luncheon, "black tie optional." We got their early, laid out tablecloths, lit candles, and put out fancy place cards. Our professors did not want to give us the satisfaction of a job-hilariously-done so they ignored everything the whole time! We were dying laughing.
Small college perks: 6 professors taking their 7 graduates out for dinner.
After we scattered the toys, we started to worry that they would think it was kinda a throw-away prank, and they might pick up the beanie babies and take them to Goodwill. (In hindsight, of course they wouldn't do that the very same day.) Anyway, to make sure that didn't happen we left a forged not from the college president, saying, "Hey guys, thanks for agreeing to petsit today. I'll be back tonight to pick them up."
Another terribly lame prank we did....
The college started encouraging each department to organize once-a-month lunches where professors and students would meet up together in the dining hall. They were pretty fun since the professors in our department were friendly and funny. A week before an upcoming Math Lunch, we decided it would be so totally hilarious to send out professors formal looking invitations inviting them to the luncheon, "black tie optional." We got their early, laid out tablecloths, lit candles, and put out fancy place cards. Our professors did not want to give us the satisfaction of a job-hilariously-done so they ignored everything the whole time! We were dying laughing.
Small college perks: 6 professors taking their 7 graduates out for dinner.
Spit Take
Sunday, July 3, 2016
The Princess Diaries with Anne Hathaway is a top notch movie. Seriously funny. Clever. Full of awesome actors.
It came out in 2001, so I was a ten-year-old. Literally perfect timing for a movie like that. It was "cool" but also its rated G, so everybody's happy. I think every girl my age has teen that movie about ten times and can rattle off a few of their favorite lines.
Fast forward a few years to sophomore year of high school. I was sitting at lunch with my friend Katie and we were reciting the whole movie. It got to the part when she's at a formal dinner for the first time and they put the green glob by food in front of her. She takes a huge bite, didn't realize it's actually frozen, and silently freaks out.
My friend Katie reenacted t perfectly, and I laughed so hard I spewed a mouthful of water directly at her. Before that moment I didn't realize spit takes were a real thing. I thought they were just a dramatic funny thing people do on sketch comedy shows. But nope, they're real, and they can happen to anyone.
My friend Katie reenacted t perfectly, and I laughed so hard I spewed a mouthful of water directly at her. Before that moment I didn't realize spit takes were a real thing. I thought they were just a dramatic funny thing people do on sketch comedy shows. But nope, they're real, and they can happen to anyone.
That girl Katie and I slowly became less close of friends, and we've completely lost touch by now BUT I am happy to report it has nothing to do with the spit take.
Go Braves
Sunday, June 26, 2016
This story takes place one the day Brian asked me to be his girlfriend, during the summer in 2012. That day we took a selfie together, but I cannot find the file anywhere, so here is a picture that we took a few weeks later, just so you can see what babes we were and how we were not exactly comfortable with each other yet, hah!
So on the day Brian asked me to be his girlfriend:
It was near his birthday, and we planned to go to a Braves game together. He came over to my house early in the afternoon so we could hang out and carpool. We were putting a puzzle together when he stopped to ask me to be his girlfriend and then admitted he hates jigsaw puzzles and we put that away forever.
We went to the Braves game and had great seats, close to the front and in-between home plate and first base. I distinctly remember joking, "If a foul ball comes my way, you better save me."
About an hour later, exactly that happened. A foul ball was literally coming directly at my face. 100% directly to me me me. Normal people would stand up to catch it, but my first instinct was to cower and cover my face. Brian stood up to catch it, and it landed directly in his hands, but bounced off, and flew about five feet to our right. An old man picked it up and kept it. He didn't even give it to the cute little boys sitting nearby us.
Brian was ashamed, embarrassed, and wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear. Literally it's not that big of a deal, but it was only like our fourth official date so he was definitely on edge!
Here's another picture of us, from a Brave's game we went to last night! Go Braves!
The S-H- Word
Sunday, June 19, 2016
I was playing Lincoln Logs with two girls, one in Kindergarten and one in 3rd grade. It always feels like a little bit of a personal victory when I can get two kids from different age groups to have fun together. But also it can present its own set of problems.
Older Girl points across the room at another girl her age, "She's a really bad kid. She said the S-H word." I try to quickly change the subject. Older girl gets a coy smile, realizing I'm uncomfortable. She asks Younger Girl, "Do you know the S-H- word?"
Younger Girl figures out that it's something bad, and looks at me silently pleading for help. I step in, "It's not important and it's certainly not appropriate for church. You don't need to repeat bad words, ever."
Older Girl won't take no for an answer. "I'll give you a hint... it means shhhh---" She drags out the noise and revels in how anxious it makes me that she's about to say a curse word to a Kindergartener. I ask her to please stop and not teach bad words to others. Older girl continues, "Shhhh.... shhhhhh."
Kindergartener is hooked. She looks at me and says, "What's the bad word?"
I am about to reply, "It's a very naughty word that means poop."
But Older Girl interrupts me, "It's Shut Up. Oops, I said it! It means shh."
Oh thank God.
Older Girl points across the room at another girl her age, "She's a really bad kid. She said the S-H word." I try to quickly change the subject. Older girl gets a coy smile, realizing I'm uncomfortable. She asks Younger Girl, "Do you know the S-H- word?"
Younger Girl figures out that it's something bad, and looks at me silently pleading for help. I step in, "It's not important and it's certainly not appropriate for church. You don't need to repeat bad words, ever."
Older Girl won't take no for an answer. "I'll give you a hint... it means shhhh---" She drags out the noise and revels in how anxious it makes me that she's about to say a curse word to a Kindergartener. I ask her to please stop and not teach bad words to others. Older girl continues, "Shhhh.... shhhhhh."
Kindergartener is hooked. She looks at me and says, "What's the bad word?"
I am about to reply, "It's a very naughty word that means poop."
But Older Girl interrupts me, "It's Shut Up. Oops, I said it! It means shh."
Oh thank God.
Twin Couples
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Truth be told I couldn't think of an entertaining story to tell today on Storytime Sunday, so I just scrolled through my photos on my phone for inspiration. Instead of a story, you get a cute family photo with a tiny little anecdote.
My sister and I grew up wearing matching clothes all the time. Like, every single Sunday we wore matching dresses until she got to middle school. Apparently over time it becomes instinctual. And SO instinctual that we in fact dress our husbands alike as well. (Disclaimer: I do not actually pick out my husband's clothes.)
My sister lives in California so I rarely get to see her, But she was in Atlanta on New Year's Day, and we walked into our mom's house and did an instant double-take.
You probably don't even believe me that this was unplanned. I promise though. Yes, my husband and my sister's husband are wearing the exact same shirt from Target. Really truly a coincidence. (Shout out to Emily whose husband also owns that shirt.)
My sister and I grew up wearing matching clothes all the time. Like, every single Sunday we wore matching dresses until she got to middle school. Apparently over time it becomes instinctual. And SO instinctual that we in fact dress our husbands alike as well. (Disclaimer: I do not actually pick out my husband's clothes.)
My sister lives in California so I rarely get to see her, But she was in Atlanta on New Year's Day, and we walked into our mom's house and did an instant double-take.
You probably don't even believe me that this was unplanned. I promise though. Yes, my husband and my sister's husband are wearing the exact same shirt from Target. Really truly a coincidence. (Shout out to Emily whose husband also owns that shirt.)
Dribbling Queen
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Very short story today, from this morning... also, I can already tell it's a "you had to be there" kinda story, so I'm sorry it'll be boring to read.
This morning at church we were playing with some Kindergarteners and a large lightweight plastic ball. You know, the kind that they sell in those giant towering bins at Walmart for $2.50.
Anyway, this cutie patootie little girl named Kendall caught the ball and decided she wanted to be casual and cool and sporty, and give it a quick little bounce before she threw it to her teammate.
She leaved over, slammed the ball on the ground, and it came back up and hit her in the face so hard that she fell backwards. I know i'm not supposed to laugh at the kids but I literally started crying laughing. Right now you are maybe imagining a slapstick cartoon version of this tiny moment, and I am here to tell you that is EXACTLY how it looked in real life. It is replaying over and over in my head and I'm laughing again right now.
She got back up quickly, smiling and trying to be calm, but clearly embarrassed. She said, "Don't worry. I'm okay. That happens all the time." What? It happens all the time and you still haven't learned from that terrible mistake? What if next time you're playing with a basketball on concrete and you literally smack yourself in the forehead and then fall back and get a concussion? Dang gurl.
This morning at church we were playing with some Kindergarteners and a large lightweight plastic ball. You know, the kind that they sell in those giant towering bins at Walmart for $2.50.
Anyway, this cutie patootie little girl named Kendall caught the ball and decided she wanted to be casual and cool and sporty, and give it a quick little bounce before she threw it to her teammate.
She leaved over, slammed the ball on the ground, and it came back up and hit her in the face so hard that she fell backwards. I know i'm not supposed to laugh at the kids but I literally started crying laughing. Right now you are maybe imagining a slapstick cartoon version of this tiny moment, and I am here to tell you that is EXACTLY how it looked in real life. It is replaying over and over in my head and I'm laughing again right now.
She got back up quickly, smiling and trying to be calm, but clearly embarrassed. She said, "Don't worry. I'm okay. That happens all the time." What? It happens all the time and you still haven't learned from that terrible mistake? What if next time you're playing with a basketball on concrete and you literally smack yourself in the forehead and then fall back and get a concussion? Dang gurl.
Seattle (Part 3)
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Normally on Tuesdays I write you a little pep talk. But this week, the only encouragement I'll give you is to specifically encourage you to make sure you go spend a few days in Seattle sometime! Seriously, next time you are planning a vacation, choose Seattle.
Okay so on our third day in Seattle, Brian and I woke up feeling awful. We hadn't gotten much sleep (jet lag and noisy puppy) and we had been walking constantly for two days straight. So we woke up feeling pretty dang crappy.
We made blueberry muffins and bacon for breakfast and then we went to The Museum of Flight. I think the museum was probably awesome but honestly I felt like a zombie and spent most of the visit sitting on the bench next to some grandpas who couldn't keep up with their grandkids. The museum has everything you could want to learn about airplanes and space exploration.
Then I complained enough that my brother let us leave the museum. We went to a Mexican restaurant. I ordered a chicken quesadilla but it was way too spicy and I was crying and sweating. So Brian graciously traded with me and I happily ate his black bean burrito, which was wonderfully mild. I think it was a good trade for both of us.
Then we came back to my brothers' house and I took a FOUR HOUR NAP. I felt like a new person afterward. We cooked chicken and cheesecake for dinner. We watched TV and turned in early (praise God).
The next morning Nathan took us to another farmers market to walk around and wait for our brunch restaurant to open. It was beautiful and k kept asking Brian if we can please please please please move to Seattle.
We had a tasty brunch, chatted a good chat, then he dropped us of at the airport. We waited for hours and hours and then got on a plane and sat for hours and then got on a shuttle and then got in our car and then we got home! It was 2am and we were totally loopy. Overall we loved our trip to Seattle. We love Matlock and Nate and their dog Mickey and the beautiful state of Washington.
Seattle (Part 2)
Monday, May 30, 2016
We interrupt your regularly Mission Monday for a Storytime Sunday. I've got more to share about our recent trip to Seattle.
The whole market experience was so awesome I couldn't stop talking about it and Brian was constantly asking me to play it cool. But who were we kidding? Only tourists go there at all. Seriously nobody was a local. The people who worked there asked us where we were from and when we said "Atlanta," they always responded "Hotlanta!" We ate at a restaurant inside the market. We admired the tens of thousands of flowers, and the great displays of fresh seafood.
Then we walked to the Space Needle. Luckily it was a pretty clear day and we could see clear across the harbor. We couldn't see Mount Ranier though, so Brian was a little disappointed. It was neat though. They took our photo behind a green screen which we thought was really cheesy and awesome. They also had a camera set up to take out photo with a wide angle which was kinda cool too.
After the Space Needle, what we really loved was the Chihuly Glass Museum. It was stunning. Amazing. Awe-inspiring. Brian already shared details about it in another post.
Then Matlock and Nate met up with us for lunch and we ate at the restaurant attached to the Chilhuly museum. After lunch we took a ferry ride to Bainbridge Island. We ate at a cute crepe restaurant and we walked around Fort Ward Park. Brian skipped rocks on the ocean and I hummed to myself Taylor Swifts, "Starlight."
We took the ferry ride back from Bainbridge to Seattle, picked up Mickey the cutest puppy ever, and went to Discovery Park and walked to the lighthouse and back. I thought we were going on like a 1 or 2 mile walk on 65 degree weather, so I mistakenly wore jeans and a flannel. But in reality it was a 6 mile mountainous in 80 degree weather. So basically I was miserable and my legs were about to fall off.
We got home, showered, changed, and went to a neato Italian restaurant called Agrodulce for dinner. There was a large tree inside, and they made homemade pasta. Then we were completely exhausted. I think the boys watched a movie on the TV while I fell asleep on the couch.
Tomorrow I'll finish up with "Seattle (Part 3)" ... by this time I was very tired and took far fewer pictures, so get ready to read read read!
On our second day in Seattle, Friday, my brothers had to work a half day in the morning so Brian and I took an Uber to go do the super-touristy things. First was Pike Place Market. We got there by 7am and it wasn't crowded. When we first arrived, a man at a produce stand gave us a slice of what we thought was an apple. We each plopped it in our mouths and then were very startled when it was a soft plum. Still tasty though.
The whole market experience was so awesome I couldn't stop talking about it and Brian was constantly asking me to play it cool. But who were we kidding? Only tourists go there at all. Seriously nobody was a local. The people who worked there asked us where we were from and when we said "Atlanta," they always responded "Hotlanta!" We ate at a restaurant inside the market. We admired the tens of thousands of flowers, and the great displays of fresh seafood.
Then we walked to the Space Needle. Luckily it was a pretty clear day and we could see clear across the harbor. We couldn't see Mount Ranier though, so Brian was a little disappointed. It was neat though. They took our photo behind a green screen which we thought was really cheesy and awesome. They also had a camera set up to take out photo with a wide angle which was kinda cool too.
After the Space Needle, what we really loved was the Chihuly Glass Museum. It was stunning. Amazing. Awe-inspiring. Brian already shared details about it in another post.
Then Matlock and Nate met up with us for lunch and we ate at the restaurant attached to the Chilhuly museum. After lunch we took a ferry ride to Bainbridge Island. We ate at a cute crepe restaurant and we walked around Fort Ward Park. Brian skipped rocks on the ocean and I hummed to myself Taylor Swifts, "Starlight."
We took the ferry ride back from Bainbridge to Seattle, picked up Mickey the cutest puppy ever, and went to Discovery Park and walked to the lighthouse and back. I thought we were going on like a 1 or 2 mile walk on 65 degree weather, so I mistakenly wore jeans and a flannel. But in reality it was a 6 mile mountainous in 80 degree weather. So basically I was miserable and my legs were about to fall off.
We got home, showered, changed, and went to a neato Italian restaurant called Agrodulce for dinner. There was a large tree inside, and they made homemade pasta. Then we were completely exhausted. I think the boys watched a movie on the TV while I fell asleep on the couch.
Tomorrow I'll finish up with "Seattle (Part 3)" ... by this time I was very tired and took far fewer pictures, so get ready to read read read!
Seattle (Part 1)
Sunday, May 29, 2016
This time last week, Brian and I were in Seattle! It was the most fun we'd had in a long time and I constantly turned and whispered to Brian, "Can we move here?" Since trying to put our adventures into a post, I've discovered it will actually take about three parts to do it justice. So here's part 1!
But after a 6 hour flight, thanks to the beauty of time zones, we actually landed in Seattle at 9:45 in the morning! My brother Matlock picked us up from the airport, took us home to output suitcases down and pick up his husband Nate. We went to brunch at Ray's Boathouse, which had a wrap-around fire of the harbor 😍. Our waiter was VERY weird and we had a good time laughing at him throughout our meal.
Then we came back to the house to play with their puppy Mickey for a while. He's about eight months old and the cutest thing you ever did see. He's also a very effective alarm clock every morning around 5:30am.
He's so fluffy I'm gonna die.
Thursday morning we had to get to the airport at 5am so we were not exactly happy campers. We live on the opposite side of Atlanta from the Airport, so we had to leave the apartment at 3:45am. It was rough.
After brunch we visited the locks, where ships transfer to and from the freshwater and saltwater. It was impressive and interesting but I made the poor decision to use SnapChat to document it, and forgot to save the pictures to my phone. I am a dummy. But a seagull pooped on Brian and I will always save that memory.
Then we went to the Starbucks Roastery Reserve which was reeeeally cool. If you're a Starbucks fan, this place should definitely be on your bucket list. It looked like Willy Wonka's factory. You could see the beans being roasted and packaged. They also had hundreds of tastings for you to choose from. We chose one tasting style where they prep a few different coffees in a siphon style, and another tasting in which they prepped one style of bean in three different methods. It all tasted exactly the same to me, but Brian and Matlock and Nathan were able to pick out their favorites.
After coffee we walked to Elysian Brewery for dinner, where we ordered about six different appetizers and you can order tiny half-size beers so we got several varieties and shared them all. Then it started pouring, so we ran back to the car, went back home, snuggled with the crazy puppy Mickey, and played SongPop Party Music Quiz which was very entertaining and frustrating and competitive.
And that was only day one of our vacation! I'll write more throughout the week, deviating from my typical schedule of weekly post themes. For now, I'm still dreaming of another vacation to Washington state!
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