Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Joelle: "Um, Auntie Erin...is it okay if we share seats?"
Me: "Yes, there are no rules in church"
Wendy to Mina: "How was church?"
Mina: "We had to sing songs about God and lambs"
Wendy to Will: "I like your craft"
Will: "We made it for the God"
I love these observations, they make me laugh. I remember thinking similar things before I was "churched". I thought there were a lot of rules in church, but after going regularly for the last seven years, I've realized there are actually none.
One time Dirt and I walked into our old church late, Dirt with his "large extra extra" and me slurping my iced coffee, which was all fine. ...until about half way through the sermon when the pastor mentioned that the congregation was fasting in preparation for the annual meeting. Oops!
Monday, March 30, 2009
These are my words as we wrapped up the last of a 9-game, 2 tournament basketball weekend. It is finished.
Unfortunately for Avery, he actually finished mid-way through game 7, although truth be told, there were signs of an early finish during game 5.
Thursday - 1 game: 1 hour ride to NH for 6:30p game.
Friday - 2 games: 1 hour ride to NH for 6:30p game, followed by 1 hour ride back to ME for 2nd game 7:00p (already in progress, the coach literally split the team into 2 teams because of the overlap in games!. The first team arrived in time to play the 2nd half of the 2nd game!)
Saturday - 2 games (8:30a & 4:15p)
Sunday -4 games (9:30 in ME, 11:30 championship game in NH (1 hr away), 2:30 ME, & 4:00 2nd championship game)
The championship game in NH on Sunday morning was so stressful, two boys broke down into tears and Avery got hurt and needed to be carried off the floor by the coach. He had given up the will to move. They won by 3 points in overtime.
That's when the season officially ended for Avery. He did an FBI in the 2nd quarter of game 8 and within the first minute of game 9. FBI = Fake Bad Injury. He sat on the bench with an ice pack on his knee so that he wouldn't have to play again. It was a sad way to see such a great season end, but he's 9, and 9 year olds have their limits.
Overall, Avery had an amazing season. He's a talented basketball player with a great leadership on the court. He has great ball handling and ball placement. He sometimes needs to be reminded that he's not Chris Paul, but overall, he's a lot of fun to watch. He led his team in steals and assists. His team won 2 championships with undefeated records, and came in runner up in 2 championships.
This is how I found him at 5pm on Sunday afternoon:
We're so proud of you Avery!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My company donated 89 jump ropes for our trip to Ethiopia. They're even the nice kind with wooden handles (which regrettably, means that they will also be used by boys an nunchucks).
I think we can all agree that this is fantastic news. I'm honestly beyond excited about it. However, there is one small hitch...
...they've asked me to blog my trip. Which of course, I was going to do anyway, right? I mean, I wasn't going to leave you all out here by yourselves while we're having all the fun in Africa. You're all coming with us, like in a virtual sense. That was the plan. That's what we all agreed to, right? We go, you guys check in. Remember, we all signed that one contract...the small print.
Herein lies the problem. I have a job that requires me to act like a responsible adult, not the overgrown 12 year old that I actually am. The people I work with and this blog must never, ever, ever come in contact.
So, I've decided to start a new blog, just for journaling the trip. But what to name it? Wendy put forth some suggestions, none of which shall be used:
Two Girls in AA
Sheba Ain't Got Nothing on Us
Looking for Sponsors in AA
Dang it's Hot Here!
Two Hotties in the Horn
So, needless to say, I'm starting from scratch in picking out a name for the blog. Think responsible adult. I work for a health care company that cares about humanitarian effort. Let that be your guide, your inspiration.
Go! Create! Leave comments with your suggestions!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
So we researched the special balloons needed and got ourselves about 500 of them and a fancy little balloon pump, so we could be all professional-like.
Dirt laughed at me for even thinking that I could learn to manipulate these things into animals. I just figured, "how hard can it be, clowns can do it!?".
Pictured above, is a little creation I like to call "bunch of butt cheeks"
...and this one shall go unnamed, for if I were to name it, I would not be allowed to work with children.
Yes, I will continue to practice. My goal is to perfect the dog, the giraffe, and the "flying mouse" - which are all variations of the same technique.
Pray for me.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I like this photo because it's so Saturday. It's so regular life.
Have you ever played that game where you look at a picture and try to pick out all the things wrong with it? ..like a man is wearing a monkey on his head, and the sun is actually an orange. This is like one of those pictures, it's wrong on so many levels - but it's just a captured moment of our life. ...and life isn't perfect, but I think that's why it's so good.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
So many people have asked what they can do or how they can contribute to this trip, so we’ve researched and corresponded with folks who are there and those who have been, and have come up with the following list of items that we’d like to bring to Ethiopia with us:
Children’s Underwear (new - sorry, it never hurts to state the obvious)
Balls (soccer or bouncy – as long as they can be deflated for travel) – we’re bringing a hand pump!
School Supplies (educational posters, flash cards, crayons, pencils/sharpeners & books) – in English.
First Aid Supplies (band aids, Neosporin, hand sanitizer, antibiotic ointment packets, antiseptic wipe packets, etc.)
Children’s Vitamins (non-gummy)
We are also accepting financial donations that can be used one of two ways:
1) given directly to the orphanage director, or
2) to purchase Ethiopian coffee, spices, or keepsakes to bring home for you. We’d like to spend as much money as possible while we’re there so that we can help bring American dollars into their economy.
Thank you for wanting to support "the least of these".
Monday, March 16, 2009
Once again, my faith had not prepared me to minister to anyone facing the challenges she faced. I managed to croak out the words, ‘How can I pray for you? I’m going back to my country, and I would like to tell my friends about you. What can I ask them to pray for?”
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I caught him outside of his home this morning.
This is obviously the real Santa, because it's the middle of March, and we all know that by March, all things Christmas are put away.
Friday, March 13, 2009
This weeks challenge is "The Weekend"
What does that mean? More detail
Nope - that is it
Thursday, March 12, 2009
P.S. Dirt is already plotting to steal this from me for fishing purposes, he says he has no shame when it comes to fishing (but we already knew this, ahem, bike-riding to remote fishing spot)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Can you guess what food she's eating? (It's not ice cream)
Check out some of the others who are playing along with this ridiculous challenge. Go for it, check 'em out. You made it past the chocolate cross, I'm quite certain the worst is over:
Erica (scroll down)
Monday, March 09, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
However, there is one fact that all four eyewitnesses agree on.
The "incident" culminated with Avery and Ariel arguing back and forth.
...we later found out that during the entire exchange, Maya stood by Avery's side, shooting Ariel with nerf bullets.
Don't mess with her "brudha".
Thursday, March 05, 2009
We’ve been attending our current church, since we moved to Maine 2 ½ years ago. Our church may have one other black guy besides Dirt, but I think he goes to the 2nd service. Furthermore, Dirt thinks that guy is actually biracial, I don’t know. For all I know, Dirt may just be trying to preserve his status as the only full blooded African American at our church, but I’m not here to speculate.
Early on, Dirt was approached by a 65ish year old woman. She introduced herself and asked Dirt his name. She told him that she was sure she would remember it because he’s the only black guy at church. She hugged him and welcomed him warmly.
The following week she approached Dirt again and asked him his name, she had forgotten. He smiled and told her his name and she said, “Boy, you’d think I’d remember, since you’re the only black guy here”. Hug.
By the third or fourth week she had gotten it, “Jermaine”. This was the first week I had the privilege of meeting her and I even gave her a memorization tip, “Jermaine in Maine”. She asked me my name and I told her. We all celebrated her success in remembering Dirt’s name, she gave hugs and all was well.
By the six month mark she would pursue Dirt with open arms and proudly say “Hello Jermaine (extra emphasis on the Jermaine), I betcha didn’t think I would remember your name”. Hug.
By the end of the first year, we would spend the last moments of service praying that we wouldn’t see her on the way out. You get the picture. The charade was getting old.
Last week after bible study on Wednesday night she spotted him. She smiled and came right over to us.
“You’ll never believe this” she dangled.
Not being one to placate people for the sake of social grace, I blurted out, “You know his name”. Then evil thoughts crept in: Lady, it’s been over 2 years, it’s no longer a surprise that you know his name. Know what would really be a surprise? If you knew mine.
“It’s Jermaine!” she exclaimed, my comment obviously had no bearing on the course of the conversation. The show would go on as planned; there was no stopping it.
Then Dirt, in a desperate attempt to shift her focus off of him, give her a new challenge, “I bet you don’t know her name” he said, pointing to me.
“Can you believe it?” she said, completely ignoring him. “I finally remembered! ..It’s only taken me like, what, a year? ..and how many other black guys are there?”.
Then predictably, she opened her arms and went in for the hug. That’s when I figured it out. The name thing is just a ploy to get the hug. She’s after the hug.
Tonight as we were exiting bible study, Dirt headed down the hall towards the foyer. He spotted her and quickly turned around and headed back into our bible study room until the coast was clear. As he turned the corner to the room he heard it, “oooohhh Jerrrmmmmaiiinnnnee…” she called down the hall. Dirt boldly ignored it and frantically searched for someone to strike up a quick conversation with. She called again, “Jerrrmmmaiiinnneee”. He turned and she was coming after him with arms wide open.
Dirt and I have conjured up all sorts of deviations that we’d like play on her. Our favorite one to rehearse is telling her that his name is not actually Jermaine, that it’s Jimmy or Frank.
Another version of that game is to get all offended and flip the race card on her, "What? Just because I’m black you think I have an ethnic name?”
Another one is Dirt pinching her butt when she goes into hug him. I mean, it’s been 21/2 years and they’re still on first base, let’s progress this thing. Okay, this one is my idea.
So much for tonight’s bible study lesson on loving others. Uhg. I need Jesus.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
It must be March in Maine. March is the worst month of the year. It's still very much winter in Maine, but everyone is tired of the cold & snow, and ready for spring. However, Spring is actually the first three days of June in Maine, so we have a long way to go. Blah. I miss summer!
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
There was just so much man trashing (and rightfully so) in the comments section of that post - seriously, it needed to come with a warning to men!
The other thing I loved was that 50% of the comments told me not to “sneeze at” my little 17.5 pounds. Dirt and I laughed about this, we wondered about the affiliation between scoffing at weight loss and sneezing, or did you all just fall into some group think?
“But hey, Missy, 17 1/2 lbs is nothing to sneeze at either.”
“Seventeen and a half pounds is nothing to sneeze at sistah”
“17.5 pounds is nothing to sneeze at”
In any event, I promise to take some Benedryl before I complain about my weight loss in front of you sisters again.
They say that people berate other people because it makes them feel better about themselves. I think this actually works! Not that I'm endorsing this as a self-preservation strategy, but Dirt was a little down last night but I was feeling great, I even did some karate kicks around the house yesterday (which is probably why my butt is sore today). ..or maybe Dirt retaliated by spanking me while I slept last night? Hmmm.
Anyway, thanks for the encouragement.
Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn’t at least try to stick up for Dirt a little bit – the man did go to the gym 6 days a week for 12 weeks, I’ll give him a little credit. Here it is: credit.
Okay, and here's another "before" picture of Dirt, hopefully this one is a little less "Shrek"...
Separated at birth? You decide: