Bears, and Bears, and Bears! OH MY!

So I've realized that even though I'm home for the summer and spend most of my days at the house pretty much not doing anything, I still don't seem to find the time to blog more often. David, I'm sorry that you've been carrying the blogolution on your shoulders alone most of the time. It's a good thing you're a big, buff, strong, jock.


I learned to wakeboard a week ago. And I got up on my first try...for like, two seconds. But after a few tries...well, after a few more than just a few tries, I not only got up, but I stayed up for a good thirty seconds. Woo! I can wakeboard. So legit. And none of this has anything to do with anything.

You know what one of my favorite Bible stories is? 2 Kings 2:23-25.
Here's how it goes: "From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. 'Go on up, you baldhead!' they said. 'Go on up you baldhead!' He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths. And he went on to Mount Carmel and from there returned to Samaria."

Hahaha! So good. Don't mess with old guys who are pretty close to God. Or you'll get mauled by a couple of bears. I just like how Elisha was simply walking on through town, gets made fun of by a bunch of kids, calls a curse on them, and then simply walks out of town. Elisha's the man.

So some pretty exciting news: my 24 year old sister, Kingslee, who hasn't been home in like, two years, is coming home tomorrow! But SHHHH!!! It's a secret. My dad doesn't know. See, here's the dealio. My dad's birthday is this Saturday. That's right, my dad was born on the 4th of July. And Kingslee decided to come home for his birthday and surprise him cause my dad has been talking non-stop about how he wishes ALL his kids were home for the summer. She'll only be home for a week, though. I imagine lots of tears when the reunion takes place.

So anywho, respect your elders. But then again, gettling mauled by bears would be a neat story to have someone tell at your funeral...except I'd hate to have someone share how I got mauled by bears because I disrespected my professor, or grandma, or church elder...respect your elders, kids.