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08 June 2005

So Let's Just Praise The Lord!...

"DELIQUENT BLOGGER!!"

My mind likes to yell that at me.

Well, to pacify the angry little voice in my head, how about an update on my weekend? Good! So...
Philip and Nathalie came over this Saturday, they've been gone for what...six months? Was good to see them again. We went over to this park where all of Winter's dormant mosquitos descended to feast upon our blood. That's ONE bad thing about Spring. But it was worth it to see Marianne again.
Next day:
We had a cute little BBQ/birthday party for Sharon (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sharon!!).
Oh, and here's a helpful little tip: When a group of riotous children are playing outside with water, do not, I repeat, do NOT yell things like "Uncle Eman is here!", unless you want to be surrounded on all sides by soaking and giggling children trying to hug you. I had conveniently forgotten my bathing suit, so I was lent a tight see-through bathing suit and a baggy shirt with SECURITY printed on it in bold yellow letters.

Wasn't I a sight to see.

I kept yelling at the kids to throw the water balloons at me, but they wouldn't listen, and just when I'd given up...SPLASH! Surprise! And then Nats and Vincent carry and dump me into the kiddie pool.

Hey, I thought they were just gonna give some extra love.

Well, the water wasn't that cold, just enough to give you pneumonia.
I was shivering so bad I couldn't shove food into my mouth.

The little darlings.

For some strange reason, everyone thought Natalie and I made such a cute couple.
Either Nats needs to tone down her affection, or people think I'm too cute to remain single for too long.

But I don't go out with 12-YEAR-OLDS!

Then we all crowded inside for inspiration with U. Philip, and man, you could feel the spirit! At the end of the louder songs, my ears were ringing and my feet aching from jumping.
Ah, there's nothing like thrashing to "Father David, had many sons..."

You should have seen my VEGGIE dance.

Then came the party.
Dancing lessons are in order.

2 comments:

Nats said...

hahahah, tone down my affection, NEVER! I love giving hugs and the only time i sat on your lap was to read peter rabbit *hmmph* Says in strange kiddy voice: STORY TIME WITH UNCLE EMAN! YAY!

Link said...

Right.

Peter Rabbit.

Jolly little fellow.

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