Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Movingon.org...more party pics!
These are the "berries" that I tried to get both Tim and Jada to eat. I was unsuccessful with Tim, but Jada ate one. They are really what are known as Pequin peppers. They are "very hot, often 7-8 times hotter than jalapeños." That's from Wikipedia. It must be true. Anyway, they taste like ...burning!
I touch you...you touch me! (wasn't that a song or something?) Anyhoo, Tim touches Bowen, Bowen is weirded out.
Tori farts and Jada doesn't like it.
J/K! Tori didn't fart, she is just saying something 11ish.
The CAKE. Yum!
Tim and Jada, chillaxin' on the patio.
I'm happy because I get more presents. Amber's just happy.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Ok, people. I'm going to tell you the story of My Most Embarrassing Moment™. Here it is, in all it's glory.
Here goes: ...
This is it: ...
Thar she blows:.....
...ok, now that I've psyched myself up with a few Ligers:
It happened when I was in high school nary 11 years past. Actually, I was a Freshman, so that makes it about 15 years past (OMG, I'm getting so old). It all happened in basketball. It was a game day (a Friday), so we were just going to go out on the court and do some light drills. The school worker people had pulled out the bleachers and there were a few guys (not just any guys, the cool guys) from my class sitting in them, watching us.
Well, I was a pretty good player. I had skills. So, I was going up and down the court, doing my layups, blockin' people out, lookin' good. As I finished exhibiting my awesomeness and made my way to the end of the line, I started to notice that a few of the Seniors were pointing at my derriere region and snickering. One Senior girl in particular, Celeste, who, btw, was known to be a "mean girl" type, was pointing and laughing in a "mean girl" kind of way (meaning in a loud and malevolent fashion).
At that moment, one of the female coaches swept up beside me, put her arm around my shoulders, and while whisking me away said, "Sara, we need to go to the locker room."
We entered the locker room and she said, "Sara, look at your shorts." I looked down at my shorts and realized for the first time that half of them were missing. A large swath of cloth from the crotchal area all the way across the right butt cheek just wasn't there anymore. The entire right half of my backside was feeling the gentle breeze of freedom, so to speak. While I was making my awesome layups, everyone in the entire gymnasium was checking out my underoos.
Apparently, this is what had happened. It's totally and completely random, but here it is. My dog, Gretchen, was preggers and she had taken to eating all the weird stuff that she could find (you know how those pregnant women are...). Since I didn't wash my gym shorts every day, well, she must have liked the smell of sweaty gym shorts and decided to make an afternoon snack of them. Of course, she only ate the best part. I'm not going to explain in any more detail.
That afternoon, when I had first put on my shorts, I didn't notice a dad burn thing. Our gym shorts were kind of flowy and baggy, so they always felt a little breezy anyway.
Well, my coach gave me a new pair of shorts and I walked back out there like nothing had happened. That, my friends, is the secret to overcoming embarrassing moments. Act like everything is totally under control.
My friend, Aubony, was present when the incident occurred. We didn't really know each other at the time and she says that she remembers that I came back to practice acting like I had just gone to the bathroom or something. I remember feeling mortified, but I wasn't going to show it. That way, Senior Celeste couldn't laugh at me.
FRENSHIP TIGERS! YAY!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
UPDATE: Here is a picture of my eye. I can see the headline now:
Bruised By A Toddler!
P.S. Check out the awesome eyebrow plucking job. Now that's what I like to call a good-lookin' eyebrow.
Remember how I said that a 3-year-old headbutted me on a trampoline? Well, I now have the makings of a faint but distinct black eye. Seriously. That kid has a hard noggin.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Okay, so when we left our intrepid heroine she had just learnt a life-lesson. So, this is what happened next:
Oh, and then, on Sunday we went to church as per usual. Hope Chapel, even, where we heard an insightful sermon on the importance of community. That evening, we went to the home of a Turkish couple. They are observing the fast of the Islamic month of Ramadan (Ramazan in Turkish). They had invited us over to break their daily fast with them. The wife is a good friend of mine. She is always inviting me over for tea. Actually, it started out because I said that I would help her with her English conversation, but we really just like to hang out and talk. Which helps her English conversation, but still. Here is a picture of us together:
If it looks like I am enveloping her, it's because I am. I'm huge. Check this one out:
Total and complete envelopment. She even has a look on her face that says, "Ehn! Stop ENVELOPING me!" Although, she's trying to hide it behind that smile.
Here are some cool pics of the fated night in question:
Me. Singing who knows what. Being eaten by the giant karaoke machine monitor.
My cousin, Bowen. Singing some song by Metallica or Judas Priest. Also being eaten by the monitor. Jennifer in the foreground, apparently falling asleep (only momentarily as you will see).
Here's Jada again. Eating a monstrous (literally, ha!) cupcake.
Moi. Jada. Jennifer, who was totally woked up by then (photo [and good grammar] courtesy of Tim Stewart).
LIGERS! THAT'S WHAT!
Here is a special comparison of last year's karaoke pose to this year's karaoke pose. They look about the same to me. Just different clothes. White shirt: last year. Brown shirt: this year. As you can see in the first picture, there are no words on the screen behind me. I'm not really singing.
All right! There's a lot more to show and tell about the party, but we need to get back to the almost-2-week-round-up special:
That's him, on the left. Bowen's on the right. He's here visiting from Iowa. All night I was telling him that he needs to move down to Austin.
Okay, people. That's it. I'll post more frequently so that things don't get so backed up. I know, you bloggers say to pick one topic and write about it. I picked a topic, it's called my life, so deal.
Oh, I forgot to say, Tim called me at 5:20 this morning (I was asleep, imagine that) to tell me that he couldn't give me a ride to work today. It was a very surreal, and short, conversation. All confusing and informative at the same time. It was almost like a dream.