Diet Coke and Cheezits. They were made to go together.

So we went golfing today. I told them I was bad but we had the entire place to ourselves (because it was closed) and we could just mess around. First, I couldn't get the club and the ball to make contact. Then, when I finally did, it kept going to the right, mainly in the woods or sand. Then, I couldn't make the putts. I don't see golfing in my future. My sister Sally is pretty good though, this is how she golfs:

and this is how she sits by campfires:

Don't feel bad, it looks like she is crying. She's not. She's just getting fire blown in her face by the wind. We thought her blanket was going to catch on fire. It didn't.

You know what the worst thing ever is? Burnt Cheezits. When you eat them in the dark, you can't tell =(

I've been thinking lately about how many times my best friend Schroeder has crashed his bike on my street when we were kids. Now, the street that I live on has six houses on it, (including ours) and you can see the end of it from the beginning. And it's not busy. It's one of those roads that doesn't have a yellow line down the middle, or any line whatsoever. The only people that travel down it EVER are the people who live there. So the fact that he has crashed his bike in two serious accidents is beyond me. But they were both his fault, obviously.

The first one was when he decided to stick his foot in the front wheel of his bicycle. Now, I'm not sure what would ever possess a child to do this, but he did. Of course the bike stops here, and he goes right over the handlebars, doing a superman, and breaking the fall with his face. I have no idea why he didn't throw his hands out, maybe he had his fingers up his nose, as he still does to this day.

Anyway, when this happened I heard a SHRIEK and I saw him RUNNING up the front yard to my house. The only thing I thought was this: "oh my goodness, he left his BIKE in the middle of the ROAD!"

And, like a good friend, I went over to it and brought it back up to the house. Instead of tending to my friend, who obviously busted up his face a little bit, I saved his bike from the MILLION of cars that were ZOOMING by on our road. Haha, I think the most we'd have to worry about is an ant stealing Schroeder's bike.

So then, the second crash, was much funnier. We're riding full speed down our little road and there is a delivery truck backing out of our driveway. So, Schroeder decides to zoom past them, making a face at them like the little shit that he was. He was too busy looking at them and not at the road, and that is how he ending up hitting the curb full speed and launching himself into the bushes.

I don't know what it is about the "superman", but he loved doing it as a kid.

And you know what makes me an awful friend? Both times I LAUGHED. I'm pretty sure he cried, but I thought it was the funniest thing ever. Don't get me wrong, I was concerned a little, but for the most part, I was pretty much just like "This kid is freakin hilarious! He keeps hurting himself on his BICYCLE. And he MOONS people!"

I was describing to my mother the other day about how I ran the rock wall over, and she was deeply concerned. (Not about me or my car, about the rock wall.) So the only way that I could explain it was to simply say, "Mom, like, IT was the lawn and I was the lawnmower..."

Everyone should hear Iron & Wine's "The Shepherd's Dog" album. Just sayin.

Goodnight,
Jenny