So we got back from St. George Island yesterday…I miss it already!

I decided I definitely need to be living on a beach somewhere…but it’s true what they say..there really is no place like home!

My friend Brittany drinks diet beverages like no other.  Our fridge is constantly stocked full of various diet pops.  She is hardcore.

The staples are normally diet Coca-Cola products, but recently there have been diet “Faygo” products.  I decided to ask her about the new switch and informed her that “budget people” drink Faygo…to which she was appalled and responded, “nuh uh Mary, poor people drink Big-K”.

It turns out that she is right because Faygo costs $1.19 and Big-K costs $o.69.  So I guess I’ll know she’s hit rock bottom whenI start seeing Big-K in the fridge!

we just got back from camp a few days ago..it was wonderful as always!

Esther came with us, and she took a liking to the golf carts.  One day, she kidnapped me and said we were going on an “adventure”.  I was a little apprehensive about this because she doesnt have the best track record when it comes to driving, but away we went.

She took me back to the jungles of Michindoh, and transformed into a mad women.  Racing at the speed of light, we flew over hills and dodged mud puddles as I held on for dear life.  The best part was when we tried to “catch air”.  It was truly quite the adventure es, thanx!

After my adventure was over we tried to kidnap Brittany, but she wasn’t having it, so we picked a new target…Matty Huber.  He was down to ride, but was in the middle of a meeting of the minds, so he declined as well…you missed out my dear Matty, next time!

Yesterday…I saw a  tick.

It was horribly awful.  Don’t get me wrong, spiders/creepy crawlies make for one awful day…but there isn’t anything like the thought of something burrowing into your body and sucking your blood and never ever coming out!

That thought alone is enough to scare the hell right outa ya!

The message: Be afraid of the ticks, they are satans soldier

camp is next weeeekkkk!

If you’re not going…you should be!

Thats all!

Paul and Sean decided to start a softball team and join a league, so Britt and I decided that we were gonna be the coaches!  Our team is gonna be awesome, and were totally gonna win!

We had a practice on Sunday and although it was freakin hot, it was still unber fun!

SOOOOOO, if you wanna check out out mad skills, our first game is Sunday at 6:00pm, at Olentangy high school on Lewis Center Road! Be there or be retarded!

p.s.  Be sure to check out our sweeeeeet uniforms!

Britt and I got the itch to go running yesterday.  Mind you, neither of us have ever “gone running” on a consistent basis, much less enjoyed it.  So we left the house around 9:30pm, made a stop at red lobster to eat with Paul, then headed over to a random neighborhood around 10:45pm. 

We’re really out of shape! After stretching, lol, and then feeling ridiculous cuz we were pretty sure that people were watching us from the window, we began our “run”.  We lasted a solid ten minutes then booked it back to the car!

But that was a good start for us! So we’re doing it again tonight, and hopefully we can only progress from here!  I still don’t get how anyone could actually enjoy running though.

So, I agree to go ahead and rent the movie Untraceable, which Brittany picked out.

I don’t like scary movies, but I do like dramas and suspense..that sorta thing.

Well, this movie was flippin’ scary, to me at least, and Brittany falls asleep on me.  So there I am, left all to myself, shaking with fear while Britt snoozes away.  The worst part was I talked to her for a solid ten minutes about how I would never watch a movie like that again before I ever realized she was asleep.

So thaks so much dear for watchin’ that with me!

We rarely get a chance to see another country’s editorial about the USA.

Please read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title “C”ntarea Americii (meaning “Ode To America”) on September 24, 2002, in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei (”The Daily Event” or “News of the Day”)

~ Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs.

Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart.

Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, and the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.

After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag.
They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing. On every occasion, they started singing their traditional song: “God Bless America!”

I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.

How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes.

And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.

What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace.

I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion…

Only freedom can work such miracles.

Cornel Nistorescu