when is it too far

My sister invited a couple from her church over for dinner.
After the meal my sister asked if they wanted to start on dessert.
The couple looked at each other.
Wife: well.. we were wondering if we could share a spiritual thought.
They then proceeded with a prepared talk and ended with music they brought on a CD.
"I guess I should have seen it coming," my sister later told me. "When we ate at their house we went around the table saying what we were thankful for. Each one of us said our spouse and our family. I thought about doing a one up and mentioning the church and God..."
"It would only end in blood," I assured my sister.

Head of Skate

Who wants to see this movie with me, Head of Skate.

No signing!

So Adia doesn't need a cast. I'm pretty happy but I did want to doodle all over it.
She broke her arm when she fell half way down our stairs. The doctors are amazed at how she won't slow down. I spend the whole time in the waiting rooms chasing her around, which is why they never suspected her to have a broken arm. Only a week later, when I took her in again, did they give her an x-ray.

On the positive side now she will know what an x-ray is when we read alphabet books.

More stories about my study abroad in England.
We went to Oxford where J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and Lewis Carroll lived and wrote. There was a cathedral with stained glass windows depicting scenes from Alice in Wonderland. On the way home I asked a girl what she saw.
"We went shopping. We spent most the time at the Gap."

grrrrrr

For over a week I've been in the most rotten mood.
If I posted it would be posts like how I really hate people waving.
So in honor of my sour mood I will post about boarding a plane.

Spencer and I were on a study abroad in 2005. Most of the students we went with had never left Utah, so you can imagine the unbridled stupidity that followed. We were in Ireland where they announced that they would be boarding mothers with children first. It was all in English, however, my group pushed past, mothers trying to herd their children while nauseatingly singing "I'm proud to be an American."

The group would do things like invite people into their flat and wash their hair. They would spend more time in the gift shops than the museums. Buy ten or more garish key chains for 4 pounds each, to give to their poor friends and family back home. on crowded tube and metro stations they put their luggage on the seats leaving commuters to stand.
Most of the time I felt like I was following Sesame Street's Twiddle Bugs.
My group is the reason Europeans have a rude stereotype of Americans.

I'm so much better

I was hanging out with my friend Sara and we were talking about our school experiences. Sara was a complete dork. She liked to wear a cloak, and play rpgs and <3 anything to do with dragons. "I was picked on a lot," she admitted.

"I was kind of a bully, " I told Sara.

"I can see that," she told me.

I was opposite. When I was in the 5th grade there was this girl I picked on so much I made her go home crying nearly everyday. (Years later when I was apologizing the girl told me it was everyday but I think she was exaggerating.)

I wanted nothing more than to be popular and my plan of action at the age of 11 was:
1. Be blond and pretty
2. Make fun of anything that isn't superficial
3. Pick on any girl who is not your BFF
4. Marry a football player right out of high school

My agenda for the 5th grade was to get the other kids not to like this girl. I remember this conversation I had with my BFF:
Me: "You shouldn't like ____ because I don't"
BFF: "Why ? She never did anything to me."

Her response was a slap. I was so embarrassed by my behavior. It was as if she pointed out that I was wearing a fanny-pack and stained sweat pants when I thought I was wearing designer jeans.

I trashed those ideas and did what I wanted. I wore Value Village and Nordstrom, I was in drama, the school newspaper and watched Super Friends with my BFF. I didn't try to put others and myself into a category.

When Spencer asked me to read Super Throne of Dragon Fighting Song by George R.R. Martin, I thought 'okay' when the 5th grader in me screamed "NOOOOO that's a nerd book! You want to be cool! You can still be cool!"

It was a frustrating book. Like crack: very addicting but bad for you cause your baby can starve in their crib while you think 'just a minute kid, Arya has been captured (again)'. I got half way through book 3 and the author just lost it. He killed off two characters which completely throws out some things I was excited to see happen.

I'm done.

The 5th grader in me told me not to read them and I didn't listen.
Tomorrow I'm going to Hollister and can someone please tell me what Gossip Girls is all about cause the 2nd season has started and I think I'm gonna start watching it.

Sorry this post is so long but one more note.
I asked Spencer "Why did you have me read this?! You knew it would just tick me off! I justed wasted so many hours on it."
Spencer: "I just wanted you to understand me."