Kart Wheel

Last night we took a family walk and came across this empty lot in the middle of one of my favorite areas of Savannah.

A small soccer ball was in the middle of the grass. A soccer ball, like that of a small puppy, is an itch that simply cannot go unscratched for most people. There has to be some sort of interaction. I, on the other hand, see both soccer balls and puppies and shiver with fear. We passed it around for a bit and I once again proved to everyone that I had not been lying for the past year and a half when I said that I am a terrible athlete. Soccer especially, due to it's association with some of the most potent of childhood memories.

Eventually, we got bored  I kicked it into the street far enough away that I didn't want to run after it and I suggested that we stop playing. They took the bait and we moved onto something much more my speed: a cross country kart wheel competition.

Here we all are at the beginning of the marathon, still in somewhat good form and focus.

(L to R: Spencer, Olivia, Claire, Julia)

And this is after about a dozen or so when things started to fall apart.

Olivia and her cheerleading crony, Spencer won by a long shot.

Yes, that pathetic crumple of a human on the far left in the bottom picture is me.

I  love cool Sunday evenings.

Sharing is Caring

Yesterday while skyping with the dearest of Kaitlins, she listened as I complained at how hungry and tired I was. Being the most giving of sister's, she offered me some of her cereal.

I accepted and she proceeded to cyber spoon feed me.

Thank you, Kaitlin, for your generosity.

Still reeling from my 20th birthday, by the way.

Just because I haven't talked about it doesn't mean that there haven't been moments recently where I catch myself staring aimlessly at the wall wondering "How in the world did I get this old?"

E.M.W.

You will never guess what we did last night.

You just won't. So don't even try. 

Ok. 

We drove two and a half hours to Charleston, SC to watch... wait for it... 

EXTREME. MIDGET. WRESTLING. 

When Frances told me about this event a couple weeks ago, I was shocked (and thrilled) that something so ridiculous even existed. Midgets? Wrestling? This is too good to be true. 

How--? Why--? But... Don't they-- I mean... 

The questions in my head were coming too quick to even process, but after asking Frances to confirm my suspicion a couple of times, I was all in. 

So last night, Frances, Olivia, Tyler and myself all jumped in the car to witness this novelty. I was so excited. We all were so excited. 

After a lovely evening drive and some AMAZING fried chicken, we got to the venue. 

Hmm... why is it all dark in there? And so quiet? 

Well, the answer to those questions was that it, of course, was CANCELLED. 

DRAT! 

No. This is not a joke. 

Unfortunately, due to the lack of needed permits, the event was cancelled. Slightly bummed, but not devastated, we decided to make Giants out of Midgets and enjoy our night anyway. 

This just confirms my belief in if something is too good to be true (i.e. midgets wrestling), it probably is. 

We strolled the streets of Charleston for a bit before grabbing some gelato and heading home. 

I had decided earlier to record all the bits of our evening, including the wrestling, and make a small video and in spite of the change in plans, I was still was able to record the wonders of our night like I had planned to do all along. 

Here I give you a small video montage.

A short overview of the video: excitement leaving, excitement eating, confusion at arrival, sadness at it's cancellation, excitement for gelato, lethargy in the car, dance break, drive home, excitement at the arrival back at home. 

**Please excuse the language in the song-- I'm sorry. I really do apologize and I feel like there have been an awful lot of these disclaimers lately, but it just had to be done. Just put your computer on mute if you don't like it and complain in the comments section. I can take it.

I promise this aggressive language will not become a theme of this blog. Pinky promise.

Roomie Lovin

Remember these?

...Frances, Spencer, Claire...

Well, it's that time of year again! With extra roommates comes extra roomie interviews! I spent yesterday afternoon interviewing the n00b r00mie, Olivia. Then the tables were turned and I was interviewed. I am in the process of editing both.

Olivia's is lovely.

Mine is terrifying.

But they will both be posted later. Get excited.

Loved this Moment.

Germany, 2010

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart Melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

Langston Hughes