I always enjoy good times with good friends.
Friday night was a good ol’ time with Rachel as usual. We made some things, ate some food, and played guesstures with my family. One word my mom had was “belly flop”, so having the photographic memory I do, I can still see her basically flopping on the floor. SUPER FUNNY.
Saturday, I had to help with pizza making for youth group at church at 8:30. Rachel, being the sweetheart she is, came and helped Terrance and DJ were very amusing when they sang their version of “oompa loompa” he he. Terrance then licked the sauce off the table…good times are never forgotten. We came home and finished what we were making, and Rachel went home. I worked on my health a little, and ate dinner.
Ok, so my Grandpa told my dad we should see the movie Whale Rider. Taking his advice, we ordered it on PPV. Terrible movie. Don’t ever see it, oh man. I won’t go into much detail, but it was really stupid.
My dad brought me to rachel’s where we were later picked up by Teresa, Katie, and Freddie. Our game went rather well, we won 7-4. I had a horrific game, it was, probably by far one of the worst games I’ve ever had in my entire life. Wow I was ticked. We went into this very creepy gas station. Freddie-*back and forth and back and forth* lol Slept over at Ray’s.
Sunday-church. Then went home, took a shower, and talked to Marcus. We left at about 1:45 for Brookley and Brandt’s hockey games in Brookfield, followed by the superbowl and dinner at the Roger’s house. It was a fun time. Brookley is so adorable, I love her. She’s my little sister!
I drove home on the freeway for the first time, pretty scary. Ha.
Monday, my parents made me get up for parent teacher conferences at 8:50. I was so mad; first of all, it was a day off when I should be able to sleep in, and second of all, I was sick. Oh well.
Most all day Monday I worked on health. Yuck.
Marcus came over, despite the snow. My parents said he was crazy.
Now I’m at school and I’m bored. PT was at chapel today for all you camp people who know who PT is. I miss hanging out with Angela Bowe, we don’t get to talk much anymore, its sad…..
I totally can’t wait till the retreat. Super excited. I get to see Jones, Matthew, Anne I hope, Beth, Vandenburg who I haven’t seen in forever, and I don’t know who else…..maybe Kas, and Yorkie….we’ll have to wait and see.
Oh yes, here is a gross story for all of you. So the people whose house we went to for the superbowl, the dad is a doctor on stomachs. That day (Sunday) he pulled 4 forks out of a woman’s stomach….yes FORKS. Not the handle, she broke that off before she swallowed the top part. He said she is skitsofrenick, and he’s already pulled pieces of glass out of her before, and even before that, more forks. She also has cigarette burns on her arms. I think she should be in an institute because that’s just insane……oh man.
I wasn’t too impressed by the Superbowl commercials this year….some of them were funny, many were lame.
41 DAYS TILL SOCCER STARTS……BOOYAH.
I have a cold,,,,,,,,,yuck.
I never get any sleep. Last night I talked to marcus until like 11 maybe, and I need sleep. Urgh………………
I haven’t seen David Schlotthauer in a long time. Bummer.
Sorry this is so long….I’ll get going. Miss you all.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. ~Ps. 23:1
Friday night was a good ol’ time with Rachel as usual. We made some things, ate some food, and played guesstures with my family. One word my mom had was “belly flop”, so having the photographic memory I do, I can still see her basically flopping on the floor. SUPER FUNNY.
Saturday, I had to help with pizza making for youth group at church at 8:30. Rachel, being the sweetheart she is, came and helped Terrance and DJ were very amusing when they sang their version of “oompa loompa” he he. Terrance then licked the sauce off the table…good times are never forgotten. We came home and finished what we were making, and Rachel went home. I worked on my health a little, and ate dinner.
Ok, so my Grandpa told my dad we should see the movie Whale Rider. Taking his advice, we ordered it on PPV. Terrible movie. Don’t ever see it, oh man. I won’t go into much detail, but it was really stupid.
My dad brought me to rachel’s where we were later picked up by Teresa, Katie, and Freddie. Our game went rather well, we won 7-4. I had a horrific game, it was, probably by far one of the worst games I’ve ever had in my entire life. Wow I was ticked. We went into this very creepy gas station. Freddie-*back and forth and back and forth* lol Slept over at Ray’s.
Sunday-church. Then went home, took a shower, and talked to Marcus. We left at about 1:45 for Brookley and Brandt’s hockey games in Brookfield, followed by the superbowl and dinner at the Roger’s house. It was a fun time. Brookley is so adorable, I love her. She’s my little sister!
I drove home on the freeway for the first time, pretty scary. Ha.
Monday, my parents made me get up for parent teacher conferences at 8:50. I was so mad; first of all, it was a day off when I should be able to sleep in, and second of all, I was sick. Oh well.
Most all day Monday I worked on health. Yuck.
Marcus came over, despite the snow. My parents said he was crazy.
Now I’m at school and I’m bored. PT was at chapel today for all you camp people who know who PT is. I miss hanging out with Angela Bowe, we don’t get to talk much anymore, its sad…..
I totally can’t wait till the retreat. Super excited. I get to see Jones, Matthew, Anne I hope, Beth, Vandenburg who I haven’t seen in forever, and I don’t know who else…..maybe Kas, and Yorkie….we’ll have to wait and see.
Oh yes, here is a gross story for all of you. So the people whose house we went to for the superbowl, the dad is a doctor on stomachs. That day (Sunday) he pulled 4 forks out of a woman’s stomach….yes FORKS. Not the handle, she broke that off before she swallowed the top part. He said she is skitsofrenick, and he’s already pulled pieces of glass out of her before, and even before that, more forks. She also has cigarette burns on her arms. I think she should be in an institute because that’s just insane……oh man.
I wasn’t too impressed by the Superbowl commercials this year….some of them were funny, many were lame.
41 DAYS TILL SOCCER STARTS……BOOYAH.
I have a cold,,,,,,,,,yuck.
I never get any sleep. Last night I talked to marcus until like 11 maybe, and I need sleep. Urgh………………
I haven’t seen David Schlotthauer in a long time. Bummer.
Sorry this is so long….I’ll get going. Miss you all.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. ~Ps. 23:1
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