Wednesday, February 27, 2008
You can see it Here:
Let me know when your headache goes away.
Until then, I am going to go ahead and add it to the list of songs that will NOT be played at my wedding reception.
It is as follows:
Chicken Dance (I know I'm German and all but NO WAY)
and now, Papaya.
I have also heard of the female parts referred to as a “cheeseburger.” Now this to me is one of the more disturbing ones. I mean, a food? Really?
These poor children will grow up unnecessarily confused. It’s just like that time that I was sitting in church, at about 6 years old, wondering why in the world we were talking about Jesus and his tally-wacker when, in fact, I believe the Bible uses the word Tabernacle.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
As someone who has always been a little weird about my stuff, this website really speaks to me. How wonderful would it be to get those memories back that you thought may have been lost?
I was just telling someone yesterday that if I lost all of my photos that I have taken over the years I would have to go to the hospital and possibly for a while.
I encourage you to check out the video and website. Oh, and if you happen to see any pictures that look like me in college at River Stages (a three day concert) that a security guard may or may not have made me throw away, PLEASE let me know. They really need to be in the right hands.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
As you can see, Stephen is growing out his beard for Whiskerino.
The party face came...
So did the lady with the red feather boa AND the lady with HUGE flowers on her shoulders.
Thankfully the lady with the boa shared...
Da Booty came.
And I was thankful I shaved my armpits.
There was a little Line-dancin'
And a lot of Shoutin' going on.
A new dance move was introduced...
We want YOU on the dance floor.
The night ended a little something like this:
But not without the party favors!
Thanks for the fun party, Stephen!
Now, to make the feed a bit more interesting: boobs, poop, rednecks, Big Trucks, Lite Beer, toe fungus, dead roses, itching, burning, chafing, flat tires, J-Lo's twins, bad coffee, good coffee and bad parents.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Actually, I've been on this youth retreat probably 6 times; a few as a youth myself and a few as a chaperone (I know, it's like the bad kids becoming cops). The reality is that after having gone on this retreat so many times, I have never really had a good experience there. The reasons have varied from lame speakers to cheesy music to bringing a boyfriend with me (HELLO DISASTER!!!) to my ex telling me he was engaged...less than a year after we were engaged...while we were both singing in the praise band...on the retreat. HELLO HELL.
When our youth leader asked me to come this year I told her I'd have to think about it. I mean, practically speaking, trying the same things over and over again usually doesn't yield different results, right? What makes me think this year will be different?
I finally said yes but only after hearing which kids will be there. My heart is with adolescent girls and there are a few that I am really looking forward to hanging out with this weekend. So God, that's how you got me there. The big question is How are you going to use me?
So here I go, off into the great unknown. Hanging out in the woods with a little praise music (which I know will be good), (hopefully) a good speaker and some really great kids.
Now, if I could just avoid getting a speeding ticket like that one year...
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
This is why you should invite me to parties:
Editor's Note: I do not know how to edit. Therefore the video is a little longer than I would really like for it to be. So, unless some generous soul wants to teach me how to edit videos, the last part of this one will forever be included.