Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Well I’ve had an interesting last couple of days. On Monday I was getting into my truck when I saw my younger brother Ben’s glasses sitting on the dash. Both of my brothers wear glasses but only for driving, Ben drove my truck last and just left them in there when he was done. For some reason ever since I was a kid I have always loved putting on other people’s glasses just to see what I look like in them. Only this time when I did I was shocked, I could actually see all the different leaf’s and shades of green in the trees instead of just a green blur. Surprised I left them on while I drove 2 miles down the road to the store and couldn’t believe how much easier it was to read the road signs! My heart kept sinking further and further into my chest when it became clear to me I might need glasses myself. I have been so fortunate so far to not need glasses, like I said both of my brothers wear glasses as do both of my parents. Most everybody in my family wears glasses actually, on my mothers side there are 13 grandchildren and I am the 2nd oldest and the 2nd to last one to get glasses. The only one left without them is my 5 year old cousin Taylor.

As much as I would like to deny something is actually wrong with me, being able to see or not is not something to put off so first thing Tuesday I went to the eye doctor to get an appointment. Five minutes later I was sitting in front of the eye chart, and in another 30 I was watching an instructional video on how to put in contacts. Now most everyone has something that really grosses them out. For most people its blood, but for me it’s when people touch their eye balls. I can’t even look when kids turn their eye lids inside out, and to this day still throw a fit when someone tries to put eye drops in my eyes. When I saw the lady on the video putting in her contacts I got the heebie jeebies so much I had to turn away. If I couldn’t even watch someone else do it I knew I was in trouble.

I spent a good 45 minutes and had 2 different helpers (one had to leave because she was getting too impatient with me) trying to get those darn things in. Trying to teach my eyes not to blink when my finger is going in them is like trying to get my body to sit down going through a whoop section. It’s just unnatural. Finally I got them in, ordered a pair of glasses (not the ones in my picture that was just for fun) and drove home amazed at all of the beautiful scenery I could now see. I couldn’t wait to get on my bike. There have been times when I am riding when my eyes have been fuzzy but not wanting to get glasses I just ignored it. Since I can see fine up close its far away that I have trouble with I was anxious to see how much it would help to actually see the corner I was going into ahead of time instead of when I was actually in it. Everything was so much sharper and clearer it was amazing! And while its still going to take me awhile to get used to putting my fingers in my eyes I am really looking forward to racing with my new eyes. Of course now I am sure people will call me 4 eyes, I am not sure if I would rather have a nickname that makes fun of my vision or my big butt? Of course now that I can see myself in the mirror I understand why they call me White Chocolate….

FCA Camp, again

Once again I went to FCA camp, this time in Illinois. And once again I had a blast. A week straight of riding, hanging out with good christian friends, kicking butt at karaoke and most of all hearing the Word. It really doesn't get any better, that's why I keep going back. Check out some of the fun we had.

When you are running a camp with kids ages 5-19 you have to make sure they stay busy at all times, during the day it's easy because they are riding non stop but at night its harder. In comes FCA Idol where each "huddle" has to come up and sing karaoke. Here Allison, Chelsea, myself, Jessica and Abby are doing our routine to Taylor Swifts "Picture to burn." We didn't have the Karaoke version of the song so we had to memorise all of the words along with this sweet dance.
Can you believe we got beat by these guys????!!!! No talent, heck I knew more words to their song than they did (I did the exact same song "these boots are made for walking" at the Indiana camp) and yet all they did was show more skin and they win. I guess its the same every where you go, even church camp! hahahaha

There was a serious side to camp, at 1o o'clock Thursday night I was baptized in a pond by the light of a pick up truck. I was baptized before at 2 months old but as Steve Hudson helped me realise it was time to make the decision my own, not my parents.
On Tuesday night we had tornado warnings and spent an hour in the bathroom (the only concrete building with no windows) listening to the rain. Fortunately we were all safe, unfortunately the track didn't fair so well. So Wednesday morning to kill time we had a shaving cream fight. Here I am trying to work a can into Kevin Windham's hair while Steve Hudson (aka Santa) makes my head look like a sundae.

Razor anyone? I really don't know what to say about this picture...except see Tom standing there in the back? He doesn't stay that clean very much longer. All the kids really enjoyed how Steve and Kevin were such good sports.
The game was actually called "2 to do the do" where you were supposed to pair up with someone and see how crazy you can make the other persons hair. Of course it just turned into a shaving cream fight but eventually they decided I would look best with a Mohawk. Do you agree?After the shaving cream fight we went swimming and someone thought it would be a good idea to have a belly flop contest. The problem with me is as soon as I hear the word "contest" I'm all in. This would have been a winning flop except huddle leaders and instructors weren't allowed to win, so this was all for pride. Stupid I know.