On TJ, Volleyball, and Armenian Food Festivals
Armenian food is good. Really, really, good.
This weekend was pretty unusually awesome, having a couple firsts, quite a few naps, and a ton of free food. On Friday night I had the opportunity to go with the Musch’s and various other people from church to my first Armenian Food Festival in Frisco, where we met the coolest guy ever - I think he was friends with someone from the church. Anyway, he bought us practically a whole table of food - that´s one cool guy.
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, because the night lasted longer) we weren’t home until after midnight, which compounded my lack of sleep, as I had to get up at 7:30 for volleyball. Again that was an awesome activity, and for the first time ever we had one of the Smith’s on attendance! Unfortunately, though, Jason chose to cop out and sleep in, so the Smith numbers were limited to one.
Lastly, TJ tayed over at our house after work on Saturday! That may seem a bit ordinary, but for some reason between all the campouts, backpacking trips, hikes, biking trips and other random activities that the Turnquists have been doing with the Dahlkes, that never happened. Weird.
Pix
I´ve added a gallery to our main website because we had something like 200 pictures from all of our excursions, so make sure to check them out. Almost all of them were taken with a cell phone camera, too, and yet the quality is amazing - you can see every single hair on our bare naked chests. They include pictures from biking and backpacking up Mt. Diablo, and also from several other trips.
Rednecks
I found this on a piece of paper at the church where I work:
Postcard From One Redneck to Another
Dear Cletus - I´m writin´ this real slow cause I know you cain´t read very fast. We don´t live where we did when you left. We read in the paper that most accidents happend within ten miles of home, so we moved.
Our address is the same, we took the house numbers from the last place and kept them so we wouldn´t have to get new ones.
The place has a washing machine. The first day mama put four shirts in, pulled the chain and we ain´t seen em since.
It only rained here twice this week. Three days the first time and five days the second time.
I know it is cold where you are so we´re sending you a coat. Mama said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with them buttons on it, so we cut´em off and put´em in the pockets.
We got a letter from the funeral home. They said if we don´t make the last payment on Grandma´s funeral bill, up she comes!
My sister had a baby this morning. I ain´t heard whether it´s a boy or a girl, so I don´t know if I´m and uncle or an aunt.
Uncle John fell in the big whiskey vat. When they tried to pull him out, he fought them off, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of my friends went off the bridge in a pick-up truck. One was driving, the other two was in the back. The driver got out ´cause he rolled down the window swam to safety. The other two drowned, they couldn´t get the tailgate down.
More next time, nuthin’ much is happenin´ around here.