Just when you think you're free! What is freedom anyway? Is it being able to make your own rules? Is it a compromise of rules? Is it an absence of rules altogether? Being that it's almost the fourth of July, I thought it would be pertinent to talk about this issue of "freedom." So, as always, I'm going to share my thoughts on the matter. I think that freedom means that someone is able to make his/her own choices. Therefore, someone saying, "Sometimes your family needs to be prioritized, but you do whatever you want," isn't a very good example of freedom in my mind. Also, if a person were to roll his/her eyes at a request and say, "You need to be here, but it's up to you," is really not freedom of choice at all. Now, hypothetical as these situations are, they do happen. I have concluded that freedom is something different to everyone, and as you gaze up into the massive flames and climbing smoke, which are consuming your house because of a firework display gone terribly wrong, I challenge you to take a moment to ponder the meaning of freedom in our nation and in your own heart. But, most importantly, direct someone to call 911 because otherwise, it just won't get done.
JOKE OF THE MONTH:
"Very funny, Scottie. Now beam down my clothes."
RANDOM ACTS OF.INSANITY:
Blake and I planned to go swimming this certain Monday because I did not have to work. Monday rolled around and of course it was cloudy and chilly out, but we had planned it, and gosh darn it, we were going to do it! We finally got all ready to go. Then we drove all the way out to Briarwood only to find that the pool was closed for the day. A little dismayed we decided to play tennis instead. We went home, changed, and called the Summers because we needed to borrow rackets. After we got changed and ready for the second time, we drove half way to the park and remembered we hadn't gotten the rackets yet. We turned around and went to the Summers' house. Finally, we were set with our rackets heading out to play a good ol' game of tennis. We got to the tennis courts and felt a sense of relief and satisfaction that we had made it..then we remembered that we don't know how to play tennis!
QUOTE CORNER:
"Brittany, will you go in the walk-in freezer for me because it hurts my nipples." -Evan
DEEP THOUGHTS:
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, "Hey, look. That person is carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing and everyone else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice!" Then everyone would get real quiet and ashamed because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
WORDS FROM THE WISE:
April, Laura, and I decided to venture to Ekalaka a couple weekends ago to see Emily. We were quite amazed at the great variety of activities available at Trail End Ranch (I thought I'd include a little advertisement for Emily). After experiencing the big stuff-zip line, big swing, and cyclone swings (our favorite), we decided to take a little rest on the teeter-totters. Big mistake! First of all, they were practically straight up and down. Second, there was no chain or anything attaching the wood to the bar. Never the less, April and I sat on either end confident that they were safe. We went up and down once. So far so good. However, the second time I went down a bit too hard and April flew forward and hit her forehead on the teeter-totter. She was stuck in a very awkward position lying face down on the wood with her hands trapped beneath her until Jermaine (a worker at the camp) could come and help her down. She had quite the bump on her head, but upon later recollection, we all had a good laugh! Moral: When life's ups and downs start coming too quickly, just use your head!
MY SISTER THE RETARD:
Blake has recently begun playing the guitar, and is already getting quite good I might add. Anyway, she frequently sounds out familiar songs and plays them.repeatedly. One day while I was on the computer (probably talking on MSN), Blake figured out-to my eventual annoyance-how to play All You Need is Love. About the 8th time through she pretty much had it down and started adding her own words. For example, all you need is cheese, meat, me, etc. I stopped paying attention about then until I heard this one: "All you need is an infectious maybe cancerous bump on your leg. Bop ba da da da." I laughed a little, and unfortunately she caught me and continued to sing more bizarre verses. I'm still trying to convince her that sometimes less is more, but so far I'm seeing no signs of it soaking in. Until then, I'll just have to sing along-"All you need is...."
SAY WHAT?!:
On Tuesday Matt, Laura, and I went boating/swimming in Lake Elmo. Matt recently bought the soundtrack to O Brother, Where Art Thou, and we were listening to it on the way there. About the third time we listened to our favorite song, we knew all the words and were blasting a three-part harmony as we drove with the windows down. We sang all the way home and pointed at people in sync while singing. Everyone was looking at us strangely, especially at a red light when Matt decided to belt a solo. But, we had fun and sounded pretty darn good too! Next time (when we actually bring oars!) maybe we'll know all the words to the Soggy Bottom Boys' song, and won't that be great!
OTHER NEWS:
*Beware: wild children have been seen running around people's yards in the neighborhood. Please report any knowledge of this activity.
*We are officially moving into our new house starting tomorrow! You should all come and visit soon. And for those of you my dad has recruited to help, I hold a special place for you in my heart-a place of pity.
*Blake has her driver's permit-yikes!
SIGN OFF:
-brit
