I Love Kickball!!!

I Love Kickball!!!

Whew, what a busy weekend I had. Since I already wrote about my Saturday, I’ll just recap Sunday. At our church we have two Sunday morning services. So my goal every week is to make it by the break between the services. This Sunday I got there a little late so the break had already started. Imagine my surprise when I got flooded with questions about me moving to Japan! Apparently they showed a video in service of this this Japanese woman talking about Japan and their church that sends missionaries out to India. This is the woman that I stayed with during my recent trip to Sapporo. Anyway, in the video she talked about our trip and what a good job we did. So when the video was over Pastor Ralph told everyone that I was being recruited to Japan. Isn’t that funny?

So church was fun for me having to dispel rumors about me moving next year. Anyway, after church we had a surprise party for Keao. It was actually lots of fun. I really wanted to stay home and watch football and the playoffs but I went to the party anyway (I did manage to watch some playoffs but it sucked because the Dodgers got eliminated anyway). But back to the party. When I got there the birthday girl hadn’t arrived yet. They told me that she was supposed to come at 12:30pm and since I had no chance of making it there that early I figured that 1:00pm would be safe. As it ended up she didn’t arrive until 1:30pm so I guess the surprise was on me. But when I got there, Sea Biscuit was busy grilling and Sally and Nicole were practicing a dance. It had been awhile since I talked to the ol’ Sea Biscuit so we got to catch up on a lot of things. It was actually really funny because the hamburgers were so thick and spherical. They were like giant meatballs. They were great.

After lunch we were treated to some fly overs by the Blue Angels which were performing at MCBH that was also a lot of fun. But, the real fun came when we started playing kickball. I think kickball is one of my all-time favorite sports. It doesn’t take too much skill and you get to bean people. We were playing with some really young kids and some really nice (and by nice I mean nice) girls. Of course, being the bully that I am, whenever I get a chance to tag a base or bean someone I will always choose the bean even if they are the aforementioned really young kid or really nice girl. Man, whoever invented kickball, I salute you! After kickball I got in the house just in time to see the Dodgers lose. That was sad. To see some pictures of the party go to “http://public.fotki.com/hckb/ignite/keaos_birthday_party/”.

Usually on Sunday nights we have a poker game at my house. This game used to be pretty closed (by closed I mean by invitation only) but we have since slacked so it’s more open now. This new guy Reuben came in and Ted’s girlfriend Megan has been playing for a few weeks now. I think it adds to the game. Anyway Keao also came after her party. I learned a valuable lesson that night…namely that boys and girls think differently. Maybe I didn’t really learn it that night because when Cheyne and Liz used to play they also thought differently. But after a losing effort, I finally got to bed around 2:00am (which is late for me).

This morning I was awoken by a phone call. I was like, “What the hell? Who is calling me so early?” But when I looked at the clock it was already 10:30am so I guess it wasn’t so early after all. Then I rolled over and went back to bed. By the time someone else called me at 12:30pm (actually it was the same person) I figured I should wake up. Ahhh, the joys of Mondays. I love ’em.

On a completely different note, I really like God’s sense of humor. I am still in the book of Judges and I came across this passage, “The Spirit of the LORD came upon [Samson] in power so that he tore the lion apart with his bare hands as he might have torn a young goat” (Judges 14:6). I think that’s so funny. I must admit that I have never torn apart a young goat, so I have no frame of reference, but that must be fairly hard too right? I was wondering how common it was that people tore apart young goats. It must be some easy feat. Maybe they had young goat tearing contests in the Old Testament. It it’s anything like kickball, I bet I would have ruled that too (providing I only challenge young kids and really nice girls).

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