Today was a busy day. I’m technically the kitchen deacon/home shopper for my home (only until our famed new guy arrives), but I haven’t done it for almost a month because of multiple reasons and mitigating circumstances. So today was my first time in a while, and I got to tag along (or they tagged along…I’m not quite sure yet) with Speck and Mike from the other home. It was full of adventures. It was our second time shopping in Mexico, well first for me and Mike, second for Sam, so we were discovering what to get “where”, how to get to “there”, which one way streets not to go “on” (like in the wrong direction), the “differences” in prices, and how to “cope” with 2 very over listened to CDs.

Overall it was heaps of fun, laughs, and discussions about the exchange rate (as in getting ripped off) (and I hope Mike gets his license soon).

Josh McRoberts went to Portland. I can’t stand Portland, but I’ve already discussed this with my blog, so I won’t get into the reasons again. But I guess it’s not that bad, I mean he gets to play with Oden so that’s swell…I guess…in some way.

(Beginning of Rant) The worst thing in the world (well not the worst but it has to be in the top 100 for a girl) is when a guy mentions ANY sort of comment about the food she is eating. “Why aren’t you eating such and such”, “Is that all you’re eating?”, “You must be hungry.”, “Wow, that’s a lot of food!”,”That’s all you’re eating?”,”Are you sure you want to eat that?”.  It makes a girl feel like she shouldn’t be eating, or like you think she’s fat or skinny, or it just makes her self conscious about her appetite and how she looks eating whatever she is eating.

In fact, to take this further even eye contact with her food, to wards her utensil then to her mouth speaks just as loudly as the words they are replacing from your vocal chords and mouth.

I believe men need to be educated on this principal. It’s really a no win situation for males, so in all respect to the females around…don’t talk about food while you/they are eating. (End of Rant)

Speck, my own semi-personal techie (that I share so nicely), just upgraded my Wordpress to 2.2.1. I can see and feel the difference already…meaning the difference in the layout, especially the login page.

Sports:

I’m super psyched that the Penguins got Angelo Esposito in the draft. I’m super psyched about the possibilities this year, which hopefully include the shiny Stanley Cup.

I’m happy that the O’s are whipping the Yankees, but yet dissappointed that they fired Sam. But now that they are winning with out him, it makes you wonder…

I can’t wait until tomorrow night’s NBA draft. I want to see who picks who, who goes where, especially the Dukie, Josh McRoberts (who I still think is stupid for leaving early…cuz we all know what happened to the last white guy from there who left early.) But we’ll hope for the best for him.

The car that is somewhere around some street that is very, very near us, alarm will go off without fail every night starting at around 9, then right when we decide to scout out the land for it to smash it, it will stop. And then just when you have forgotten about it…waabam…it’s back, like it had never left.

The Ranchero Music that our neighbors play constantly.

The rap/rock that our other neighbors play.

The sound of our next door neighbors showering, and all other things that happen in a bathroom.
The sound of their snoring.

The eerie silence and the noises that follow in the night.

The cricket that won’t die. (He’s trying to get me to believe that he’s lucky.)

But through all this, I thank the Lord that our music is LOUDER!

I generally don’t like double posting in one day, but Tory came across a land mind…and I have to pass it along.

I’m not sure who these people are, and I’m defiantly not sure why we have not seen them blogged about yet, but some people in Jakarta made these kick*** videos and trailers.

Such as Heaven’s Girl. Kicking Up A Storm. Blunders of the Mind. And Where the Bullet Stopped.

It’s grand. Heaps of grandness really.

Google Search Engine really is the best.

I just chatted with Uncle Boris. He is far, far away in Aussie land.

Triple A, Justinius, Uncle Boris, and eek…(I don’t have nickname for the youngest, Samira, I have to think of one) have departed to far known knowns.

I miss them. (of course it’s not like I’ve see them all that much when we were an hour away, but it’s the principal, okay.)

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My passport expires soon, so I’m currently working on renewing it. So as I’m working on my paperwork, with my birth certificate on hand, I noticed that it has the name of the doctor who delivered me from my mothers womb. Since I was born in a respectable hospital, John’s Hopkins University, I couldn’t resist the power of google. So I googled him. And this is what I came up with.

Kinda creepily odd, no? At least he looks like a jolly guy.

Meek, Kyla, and Shani invited me and my gang of the three E.N.’s and Natalie, to a tea party one afternoon. Hence the reason for the suits and dresses in the previous pictures.

The set up.

Shani’s going through the toothy open as wide as you can laugh stage.

Kyla being prim and proper. If she continues in this proper princess stage she has the potential of being the next queen of England…after the current one, and the one after that. I’m sure Speck can find some sort of Peck royalty somewhere in his lineage.

Evan and Ella dancing.

Kyla and Ella dancing.

Make it stop.

Disclaimer: I’m not a photographer and no longer strive to pretend that I am, but I’d like to think that I captured these kids personalities pretty well with my point in shoot. Study their faces and not the grainy uncentered pictures.

The empty dark spot where with the dark blue blanket is where I slept for 4 nights. I know it might seem that I have a lot of room, but nothing is never as it seems. Those kids can move. And by moving I mean kaboom! Unfortunately I believe I moved around more than they did as a kid, I use to kick both parents out of the bed. *Smiles Radiantly* Try to top that.

The 3 Amigos.

My bestest little buddy.

“Not the tie, Rootie. Ties are for preacher men.” I wonder how he came to that conclusion?

The tie never made it on. The jacket for 5 minutes, and the same went for the vest. It was quite a miracle I got him to wear the pants…pants are not cool. Shorts are currently his rage.

Ella is quite the photo bug.

Evan the oldest of the bunch, and quite the jokster.

Crashed Out.

I just got the game working, and officially played my first game. It was none other than a Mavs/Heat rematch.

We lost.

In fact we sucked.

But that was only because it was my first game. I was trying to get used to the controls and stuff. Never quite got them down. 40-78 kinda shows no?

Found it funny that they are supposely playing on ESPN when the majority of basketball games are on TNT and ABC. But I suppose since ESPN and ABC are owned by the same people it’s all the same.

All the parents are back from the PEP. It was a fun week as predicted. But I’m also happy to have 2 days kids free. I now have a new found respect for stay at home parents. May they all live long and prosper.

I’m goin try to get back to my game. Hopefully I’ll improve. I’m so excited!

…oh and thanks Toshi.

On Sunday/Saturday I want/there is hopefully going to be a noncompetitive, fun, ultra exciting soccer tournament down near the Team Home. I stole the original idea from my cousin who is hosting a tennis tourney (the swell thing being that he and his friends hardly or most plain ol don’t know squat about tennis, so it’s going to be pure fun)

I wanted to do that, but I don’t even know where the nearest tennis court is, so I’m going with soccer…and maybe throw in a basketball round in there too.

If you can or want to, or can’t make it for some odd reason leave a comment. Or let us know which day is better Saturday or Sunday, cuz we are open to whichever. It would be grand to know, so don’t be bashful about commenting.

Oh, and if you are able to make it, we’re asking people to bring some sorta snack to contribute to the tourney. Cuz we all know how much an athlete can eat…

First I’d like to wish a Happy Father’s Day to my dad. Supposedly they don’t celebrate Father’s Day in Thailand…they are a little ungrateful for their father’s care over there or something. But since I’m in the USofA I’m giving a shout out to the guy who raised me pretty much on his own most of my life. I owe any brains I have, my semi straight teeth, my love for sports, and my dorky personality to him. Most people have their older brothers and/or sisters standards to try to live up to. The shadows that they have to fight to come out of. Well I have my fathers. Everyone who meets him thinks that he’s a swell guy, knows just about everything about anything, is easy to get along with, tells a ton of good stories, is a joker, and on and on the list goes. Oh and did I mention that supposedly he can sing (at least that’s what Steph and Sam have mentioned to me). See that’s hard for me to live up to…but I’m trying, in my own sort of way.

All that to say I love you dad. Hope you have/had a great Fathers day.

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Last year during the SGA Seminar I took a little “Mark” and his little friend “Peter” under my wing for 5 days while their mothers attended the spiritually strengthening meetings.  This time around, I’ve upgraded to 3 little guys…well 2 guys and a girl, while their parents attend the empowering and professional…ahh I forget the name… meetings. The swell thing is this time around I have a childcare help meet in the form of Natalie. We should be having heaps of fun.