Follow Up on Dodgeball Tournament

WE WON! We were the underdogs and they even put us against the team with all the strength and conditioning coaches first! If you lose you're out but we just kept on going! I think our superhero costumes were the most important part of our strategy!

The dodgeball champion for 2011 is team....
 TOO LEGIT TO QUIT

2 Legit 2 Quit (in sign language)

Superhero Poses

CHAMPIONS (we beat 17 teams- 5 of which we played)

Flying Superheroes

Cup-holders?

Parking Ticket

I got my first ticket all because of a stupid pink pill (don't get any ideas...)! It was just a parking citation from the university transportation people but I am still irritated.

Everyone has heard of the lady telling the police officer that she is in labor and that's why she was speeding or the teenager who claims he's late for curfew and that's why he was going 25mph over right? Well I have my own TRUE story of this. Like I said in my previous post, I am house sitting and dog sitting which means I am not staying in the dorms (IT'S GREAT) but today on the way to class I grabbed a granola bar to eat in the car. Not a minute after I took a bite, I realized it had tree nuts in it --now usually I would have looked at the label but I had had this particular kind of granola bar before and wasn't allergic. Since I was already in the car I decided to head to the dorms, run to my room and get Benadryl. In the end, the crisis was averted (so I thought) and within a few minutes I was feeling a bit better and headed back down to the car.

I had parked in the drop off lane with my hazards on, which is something people do in non-emergent situations ALL THE TIME so I didn't even think much of it. Plus, I was a little more concerned about breathing and quite honestly the location of the car was not my top priority... I was in the building for less than 15 minutes and 5 of it was spent explaining to the RA at the front desk that I wasn't crying and my eyes were just watering (part of the allergic reaction).

When I walked outside I saw TransPark (aka the ticket people) walking away from my car. UGH! definitely not what I wanted to see after a 20 minute panic session. I waited to open it until I was driving to class and my jaw dropped when I saw the fine $75.00. Okay, I know that isn't a lot and any other day (meaning I parked there to grab something that was not a necessity) I would have just payed the fine and not bought cereal and milk for a few weeks but this was different.

Now I'm waiting for my appeal to be processed!...hopefully they understand.

Blessed

This week I get to move out of my 9x12 jail cell (aka my dorm room) and into a spacious home with a dog, kitchen appliances, cooking supplies, and a huge bed! I even get a car for the week. Can life get any better?
You may not believe me but guess what... IT CAN!!!

I get to do laundry for free, I don't have much homework to do, I found out that I got an A on the two tests I took last week and on a paper I wrote (by far the best part of my week), AND I have so much time to write today! PLUS today is the Student Athlete Dodgeball tournament with prizes for the winner and the team with the best costumes. Each team has to have guys and girls and at least two sports have to be represented. I'm with two volleyball girls, a shot put thrower, a javelin thrower, and a diver and we will be wearing black tights with superman underwear, a superman cape, and headbands with our super hero names on them! It is going to be EPIC. (I'll post pictures when I get a chance)

There are some definite struggles that I am working through right now but God has blessed me with a relaxing fun weekend and a mellow week!

Our Graves

You hung to my every word trying to derive meaning out of each vowel and consonant

As if my feelings were constant

but they sway back in forth between unrest and silence

so quiet

you try to trace the words as they roll off my tongue but nothing comes of it

You kept me sharing though each of your seconds translated to another minute of my guilt

searing the depths of my heart raising blisters filled with lost tears on my lungs like

they never found worthy eyes to fall from

but you listened as my every breath poured my story out

Then my head began to throb and my cry for help made your ears go numb

You try to listen but by engaging my demons you bought them like

the fine china you broke in the store and can’t part from

The metaphor ends there because you can’t share my secrets

though they were harvested by your hands but life isn’t china’s communism

You embraced me with hands that never physically came near me

Fearing the broken piece of glass in my grasp would shred your genuine concern

But you’re left dodging shards as they pierce my heart and it’s permanent

only my skin would bare the signs of the sharp end of it.

My skin is scarred and hands calloused from digging my own grave

If only my grip would just slip from the ledge of guilt I cling to

But my insecurities are a noose around my neck and there’s no where to escape to

Now I’m left hanging by the ledge over the same grave that I dug for you.

Because once you’re involved you can’t back out and

before I could warn you, you stuck your neck out and

fell victim to the silent words that I said

and now we’re hanging side by side over two graves

swinging back

and forth

I wish I was here

as if we were already dead.