Monday, October 09, 2006

OMG People!

I can't believe that it has been so long since I wrote even one measly post. All of this time and what do I have to show for it? I guess I'll have to do an almost-2-week-round-up special.

Okay, so when we left our intrepid heroine she had just learnt a life-lesson. So, this is what happened next:

I can't remember, let me think about it...

...ohh-kaay, now I remember. We played a soccer game. On Saturday, at 8 o'clock in the morning (dood). We won, btw. In the evening, we went to Tim's indulged in a little "Speed Scrabble-ation" as we are wont to do. Followed by a piquant game of "Pictionary."

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.

...hey, whoa Nelly. Hold the phone. Latter picture reminds me of something. I forgot to post about my birthday par-tay. We sang us some mean karaoke, let me tell you (Aubony and Joe were missed while they were off gallivanting and GETTING MARRIED in Jamaica).

Here are some cool pics of the fated night in question:

Me. Singing who knows what. Being eaten by the giant karaoke machine monitor.

Jada. Being her usual dramatic self. Singing Glory of Love, you know, from Karate Kid III. I loved that song as a wee lass. I'm glad she sang it.

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).



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:

Where was I? Hmmm. Let's see now...okay. Oh, we left off at the Ramadan dinner. It was v. good. My friend is so sweet. She always sends me home with food. It reminds me of a sweet old aunt or something, but she's not even as old as me.

Moving on. Last week was pretty uneventful. This weekend, though, we had another soccer game on Saturday afternoon, which we lost. The captain of our team broke his big toe to boot. It sucked. I thought that I played my worst game evar. My team is very encouraging though. They said that I did ok. However, I found out something even worse right after that game. Tim took pictures and I look so fat in my soccer uniform! It is very unflattering. Oh, the humanity!

Well, now that THAT'S out in the open, we'll move on to Saturday night. Should I mention Saturday night? This post is getting really long-winded. There's so much to catch up on! I know, it's my own fault for not posting in all this time... Well all that happened on Saturday night was that I went to a fun party in which I made S'mores and was attacked and subsequently head-butted on a trampoline by a three-year-old who didn't even notice, while I, on the other hand, was writhing in pain. My brow bone still hurts.

On Sunday we played Mojokickball. My team won. Yay!

Tonight: (Finally! She's nearing the end!) I got to see my cool cousin, brother of Bowen, my favorite Idiot Out Walking Around: WADE!

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.


purplefred said...

Horay for fun times. Thanks for coming out tonight. But I'm serious about the name thing. Really. Please.

SerĂ¡ said...

Gosh, Bowen. I slipped up a little. Throw me a BOne!

SerĂ¡ said...

I'm changing it, ok?

Jada said...

Finally! I like this post. Lots of it made me laugh, though i can't say what because it was so long, it outlasted my memory.

purplefred said...


Tim Stewart said...

See, when you don't post, you get called at 5 a.m. to see what's new in your life. The choice is yours!