The Ridiculous Rescue of Mr. Bob

So, I was out standing by our trampoline and all of the sudden I hear this little "bzzz...bzzz..." in a rhythm. I look over and there he was, a helpless, stupid, gigantic horse fly with it's head that was much to big for it's body stuck in the net trying to get free. Well, I looked close to further examine the situation at hand and found that this poor fly was fated to die if otherwise I had not been there to pity the idiotic creature. This flie's crisis would have obviously been a hopeless cause so I pulled on the net a little to free the panicking thing, but alas... the head was still much too big and Mr. Bob (the fly) began panicking all the more. So, I courageously looked around on the ground for a stick with which I could poke the head through and finally found one of suitable size. I took it and pried the head through and low and behold Mr. Bob finally got free! So, seeing that I saved this flie's life it should be eternally grateful should it not? But no. Not even one word of thanks did it give me. It Just flew off and went on it's merry way without even a second thought of his rescuer. Sigh.*About the name Mr. Bob, it came from the name we gave a fly at dance class that used to pester us every time. We joked about another fly being Bob's girlfriend. So, since this one was five times the original Bob's size I assume he is Bob's father, and therefore Mr. Bob.

Hmm. This sounds like something C&ace would write...oh dear! I guess I can just say I had a C&ace moment. : /

Alright, Here's the Filth

Okay. I'm finnaly back blogging again. (I'm probabley saying that every time now.) Here's something I desighned for a t-shirt that I want like it. Too bad nobody makes custom shirts with your name and birth year on them. Or at least I haven't seen any. Kezzi and Priscilla both drew diferent ones like it with a different desighn. We should start some sort of buisness out of it ; ).

Well, we had another week off of dance again and getting back to it is hard work. Wed. youth went really well and this was the new youth pastor's fist time speaking there. He had a lot of good things to say. This past weekend Mom , Dad and the three youngest kids went to visit family in NC while the teenagers stayed home and partied! Well...not quite, but close to it. The first day we went to see Pirates of the Carribian 3. It's definatly the best of the three in my opinion. We were wondering if there will be a fourth or not. It's hard to tell. Anyway after that we went shopping (which happens to be a major weakness of mine : ) and blew some money. Then we went to a HiStory cast party which was a cookout with swimming and volly ball. Btw dancers, including me, can't really play! : ( It was a blast though! Then sunday, we left the house at 7:30 to perform a dance at a church. It was really hard since I'm totally not a morning person and add too the fact that we stayed up way too late. Not good. But enough bellyacheing. That whole day we spent with the family who owns the dance studio laughing and having a good time, going to their church, going to see a Marry Poppins dance recitle and seeing Pirates 3 again which took up the whole day.

Today Pris left for MO to go to the world veiw conference there. And, (I can't wait!) we'll be going there in a little over a week to a resort with the S's (most of you know who that is) and then staying with some other friends for the rest of the time.

Well, to those of you who've been nagging me to post, especially you Taylor, all you get is some boringness, so there it is.

A Little More Weirdin' Out

Friday night, after a baseball game, our family, Lori and Kenny and Grandma and Grandpa went to these peoples house that have a lake like the one we're going to dig out so we could take a look at it and ask them a few questions. It was in the evening and sorta chili but while we were standing around I heard this huge splash and turned around to see a pair of shoes go in the water, ...and of course I knew it was Kenny. He dove in out of the clear blue just for the heck of it. That's Uncle Kenny for you. After that we had to endure complaints from the boys that they weren't allowed to jump in too.

A ccouple of days ago, Luke Josh and I want down to the spring which is very muddy. It's so bad that any were you step it's either calf deep or up to our knees. We walked for hours along it and once we got to a place were we couldn't go any further,...we started a mud fight. They didn't show me any mercy. It was the most ferocious mud fight I've ever been involved in. (That kinda figures since the only other mud fight I've been in was only with girls.) But it was a lot of fun except I probably wont be having many more. Cleaning up was a pain.

Well, we've been really into ping pong lately but the thing is, we don't have a ping pong table. We actually use (sad as it is) our kitchen table. But a table big enough to sit our family isn't too bad for ping pong. We just shove aside the chairs, attach the net and it works great. It's just (like everything else about our family: ) a little weird.

Our dance recital is this weekend and I'm really nervous. I always complain about this, but we just learned the routines and have hardly had time to practice them. Our hip-hop song is really funny though. We're doing it to DCtalk's Jesus is Just Alright and it has the most wacky steps of anything I've ever been in. It's gonna look like we're having way too much fun on stage.