Today is June 2, 2009 and that fact has absolutely no relevance to this post. Just stating a fact. Speaking of facts, my sister is 2nd in the nation for the 400meter hurdles for NAIA division two schools with a time of 1:01.02. Ya, she's pretty legit. I spent my first week of summer in St. Louis, MO watching her run. And then we drove home together, roadtrip style. Our first stop: Lubbock, TX.
Now I know what you're thinking: "Why in the world would these girls in their right minds travel south to Texas, when Washington is clearly up north?...way up north." Lubbock is my original hometown. Well, technically I was born in Milford, Delaware, but when I was two months old we made the trip down to Texas. Anywho, my sister and I ended up staying in Lubbock for a few days, reminiscing and catching up with some old friends. We went to our old school and found some of our old teachers from elementary school. Boy that was swell. Oh, and I got to see my first crush from, like, the first grade. After nine years of separation we finally got to rekindle our love for each other and we're getting married when I graduate from college, that way he can continue to work and save up some money to hopefully pay off my incredulous amount of debt...ok, so we only talked for, like, twenty minutes...without rekindling anything. Haha
The best part about going back to Lubbock was the food. Barbeque's with fresh corn on the cob and baked beans, best cheap mexican food you can find, and cheese fries. Real cheese fries. They actually bake real cheese on top of the fries instead of pouring nasty nacho cheese on top of them. And then you dip them in ranch, and you're in grease heaven.
Our next stop before home: Utah, where my brother and sister-in-law live. So, from Lubbock we were supposed to go through New Mexico and then crossing up through Colorado and all the way through Utah til we were to reach Salt Lake City. Well...on our directions, after crossing through New Mexico we were supposed to get on this on highway that led up into Colorado. What we didn't realize was that we were supposed to merge onto a different road that led up to the highway we were supposed to originally get on. So...we ended up continuing west through New Mexico...and beyond. Now, I had fallen asleep for a good hour or so and when I woke up my sister asked me to look at the atlas because we had been going west for quite a long time, she said. We were looking at the New Mexico map and couldn't find the town we were almost to, and Lindsay, panicking, said, "Turn to Arizona!" Upon turning to the Arizona map, we found we were almost to Flagstaff...which is in the middle of Arizona. My sister had driven us almost halfway through Arizona...which was about 2-3 hours off course. So we re-routed and what was supposed to take us 15hours ended up taking us 17.
The final leg home, thankfully, was only 10hours long and we didn't get off course.
Well I've been home for three days now and I have been a total bum, other than church. Church was wonderful and everyone was there. I've been able to sit down and read some good books, finally. My brother is in a talent show for school tonight. He's gonna sing. I've never really heard him sing but I know he can at least carry a good tune so I'm excited to see him show us the set of pipes he's really got.
I don't really have a devotional thought for this post and I normally always have something to go somewhere with. I'm sorry all you got to read was an update of my summer thus far (this is a shout out to you, Nathan, for a good use of the word "thus").
I also got a haircut. Nothing drastic. Just a slight trim and layers. And my birthday's in one months and 22days.
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