Sarcastic Cynicism

Yesterday Mitch and I went to Becky's softball games. The games, in and of themselves, were not that interesting (sorry Becka), but Becky did pitch the JV game. She did pretty well considering she hasn't been pitching to dad of late and she was pitching off of "quick sand." She also was able to connect with the ball most of the time she was up at bat, even when she DHed for the Varsity game! Go Becka!

Meet the leach. He attached himself to me as I left for the game, and I was unable to get rid of him until he was surgically removed from our car about five and a half hours later. (Mitch: this is my cynical sarcastic side at work)

In reality, he came along because (I assume) he was just as bored as I was. But it was all good. My dad and I helped him find his inner cynic, made fun of him, and introduced him to the joys of pineapple pizza. We also played spades (becasue my father decided that we had to leave early, and ended up at the field and hour before the game started), which I would have won if we had finnished the game. Of corse, Mitch may argue that he would have won becasue of his superior 4.0 brain. But than he claimed that 10% of 10$ was ten cents.

Simon Says Read This Post

Yesterday was the Sunday School Picnic. This means that I spent pretty much all the day in what seemed to be 100 degree weather. It got a little boring. There were, however, highlights to the day: a) dunking Pastor Mark in the dunk tank, b) playing softball (detract points for the heat), c) playing Heartland Strategies, d) making fun of Katie for not knowing that my aunt Anne is my dad's sister (she thought we still kept in touch because she used to be married to my uncle Eugene), and d) watching Phil take off his shirt and shoes, don a grass skirt, wig, and coconut bikini, and dance to island music. Unfortunately, the camera was left at home and that last image was not captured on film.

Today, after a very nice dinner at Grandpa and Grandma H's and afternoon church, we went to my other grandparents house. There, we quickly became bored and went outside. After unsuccessfully trying to untangle the human knot, and various unsuccessful attempts to begin other games, we finally decided on Simon Says. I quickly nominated myself for the position of Simon. I really don't like Simon Says. I can never win. Because of this I decided to make the game interesting. For me. I quickly eliminated Seth when he couldn't pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time. He was a little upset at first, but as the game went on, he decided it was better that he didn't stay in the game. He was very helpful in thinking up things for those poor fools who didn't have the sense to quit when they were ahead. The game finally ended when we had to go home. Ah... bliss...

Simon Said...
...do push ups
...run around the house
...run figure eights around the clothesline
...do a handstand
...catch a firefly
...touch a pig
...lick a tree (Katie: "Ew... That tasted gross!")
...kiss James (James: "WHAT?" Sarah/Katie/Mike: "Hey! Come back here!")
...do the chicken dance
...skip around the house
...kiss my dad (Katie: "NO!" Sarah: "It's OK, just kiss him on the head.")
...rebel yell

Testing, One Two, Test

So this is my first attempt at blogging. My sister, Sarah, decided that I need to have my own blog, so she pretty much set the entire thing up for me. Bravo Sarah- you have brought me into the 21st Century.

So yesterday I was bored and playing Siouxlandopoly with my younger brother Mike. Even though he had the equivalent of Boardwalk and Park Place I was still winning. Than the phone rang. It was my uncle Phil. He asked me if I would like to babysit sometime. I answered sure, thinking he would want me sometime in the near future. I didn't realize that it was the very near future he was thinking of. An hour later I found myself in complete control over my three cousins, the oldest of which is ten, and the youngest of which is four.

Ethan, the youngest, is extremely high maintenance. I don't mean he cares what he looks like (he would run around naked if he could), but he does require your attention at all times. It's not that you have to watch to make sure he stays out of trouble, he actually demands that you focus on him at all times. It also takes a lot of effort to get him to eat. I sat next to him for half an hour staight trying to make him eat his two, three inch chicken strips. His bedtime, thankfully, was at 8. Unfortunetly, he decided that he didn't want to go to bed, and I send him back to bed about a dozen times. Grr... Oh well. I did get paid for this, so it really wasn't that bad.

Oh, and after my aunt and uncle got back from their shopping trip to Sioux Falls, I got to take a kitten home! :-) It is tiny and grey and striped and named Houdini. This is because she tried to escape while I was driving home, so I had to put some of my dad's heavy tools on her box so she couldn't get out.

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