July 17, 2004
This morning Paul woke me up at 6am (do you know that it's Saturday?). Why? To go to the REI garage sale. It was worth it! We were about 20th in line and scored some hiking boots, chacos, a backpack and some climbing shoes all for ridiculously low prices. We've decided to make it an annual event. We've been before but never gotten up so early. And yes, in case you are wondering, Dave Duff was about third in line! He always beats us.
My brother Dan is on a student ministry team that this summer goes around to different camps and helps out with counseling, etc. Someone told me about this picture of Dan on Mt. Gilead's website. If you knew my brother, you would think this was hilarious. Talk about getting out of your comfort zone! WE LOVE YOU DAN!!!
July 16, 2004
One time, when I was young, my brother and I were in the same Sunday School class. It was a small church. The Sunday School teacher (bless her heart) asked us the inevitable question about what had been going on in our lives.
My brother liked to tell stories. Mostly ones that weren't true. So while him and I were there in front of everyone he made up a story about how his family had gone to Hawaii that week on Alaska Airlines. Being young and innocent I first thought, "wait a minute, did I miss something..." Then I thought, "is he really stupid enough to let me catch him lying so I can tell on him". As much as my brother liked to lie, I liked to tattle.
Then I realized, "It's fun to lie!" I felt a camaraderie with him, and even thought about helping him out. Even as an adult, I sometimes wonder whether I could make up stories and get away with it. The thought crossed my mind earlier today. "What if I started a blog that only contained made up stories by me?" The thought was electrifying! This is what is so beautiful about blogging.
P.S. I mean lying in the most non-harmful way :)
My brother liked to tell stories. Mostly ones that weren't true. So while him and I were there in front of everyone he made up a story about how his family had gone to Hawaii that week on Alaska Airlines. Being young and innocent I first thought, "wait a minute, did I miss something..." Then I thought, "is he really stupid enough to let me catch him lying so I can tell on him". As much as my brother liked to lie, I liked to tattle.
Then I realized, "It's fun to lie!" I felt a camaraderie with him, and even thought about helping him out. Even as an adult, I sometimes wonder whether I could make up stories and get away with it. The thought crossed my mind earlier today. "What if I started a blog that only contained made up stories by me?" The thought was electrifying! This is what is so beautiful about blogging.
P.S. I mean lying in the most non-harmful way :)
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