Kansas Bible Camp has a new addition to their herd of poison-ivy control. And I'm not talking about just another stinky goat. This my friends, is an ass christened Peanut. A farm donated him to the camp along with two ducks. Although these really add to our fairly new nature center, Peanut is kind of only here for one reason: once every three years, he is to be ridden by some kid for acting out Jesus's triumphal entry.
Yes, this past week at KBC happened to be the Christ week. Having a live donkey there REALLY helped people understand a bit more about our awesome Jesus. See, this donkey, like the one in the Bible, had never been ridden before last Monday. Guess what? This donkey STILL remains un-ridden! As soon as the blanket was placed on his back, the unwilling Peanut tried to buck it off, and then took off running with a camper still hanging on to its neck for dear life. Thankfully, this camper has had some experience with cowboy/rodeo life, and it wasn't that big of a deal. It was still funny, especially when Andrew tried to lead it back by its bridle and kids were making it extremely difficult by waving branches, and adding to the scariness of the situation by throwing these branches right in front of the donkey's path!
I don't want you to think this is a big, dangerous creature. It's only a donkey, not a mule. A mule would be bigger and a bit wilder. It spends its days wandering with the goats, and while it will follow an unsuspecting camper, it runs away from anyone who pursues it.
My first reason for writing a blog post about a donkey, though, is to tell of my absurd experience with Peanut. During sport-time, I wandered across the creek to feed the animals. After offering the donkey a handful of leaves, he was less concerned about standing close to me. Soon, he would let me pet him while I fed him, and not long after, he would follow me around the trees while I found leaves for him to eat. He began to sniff my back between mouthfuls, which I thought weird, so I decided it was time to go. "One more tree" I said to myself. As I reached for one last handful of leaves, I was in for a horrible shock. The ass bit my donkey! (okay, dumb joke) but the donkey really did bite my butt, and hard too! I ran all the way back to the nature center. As I stopped to take a breath, I heard galloping behind me. I gasped and turned around. Peanut was running towards me at full speed! Thankfully, he turned at the last second, giving me time to run to the bridge and across.
Later, after I told Tim, he said, "Well, now I guess I have to go beat up a donkey!" I started to tell him that the donkey really didn't mean it, but Tim interrupted me with "Wow! you really got him riled up! Look!" I looked across the creek, and between the trees, I could see Peanut still running, pacing by the gate to the bridge.
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Saturday, August 9, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Georgia Trip
Expectations for this blog post are not high, and I will try my hardest to entertain some.
For those who don't know, Tim paid for the two of us to fly down to Georgia to visit his brother and sister in law, Trey and Beth.
We did have a few adventures, but ultimately, this trip was kind of an experience to learn how to live with people I'm not used to living with. I had my own room, but Tim and I shared a bathroom, toothpaste, and a pack of disposable razors, and after the light blew out in there, Tim's toothbrush. ("Wait a second... this isn't mine!")
Some could say tensions were high...
We spent a lot of time with Tim's sister in law, Beth's family, and it was a lot of fun getting to meet people. For example, the first day, we went to Tim's sister in law's sister's future mother in law's house to swim in her salt-water pool. That night, Beth's parents took us out to eat at a restaurant where they knew the waitress... it wasn't long before I found out that Beth's father knows everyone and their mom. The next morning at Johnny V's breakfast joint (We ate there twice that week), the waitress said "Can I get y'all something else? Ketchup? Mustard?!" At the word "mustard" she pointed at Beth's dad, and they both laughed hard at some inside joke. As a man was leaving the restaurant, they shouted back and fourth a greeting and a joke about purchasing the guy's car. Beth's mom got on him, to which he responded, "What? He's got a pretty toy and he won't sell it to me!" This might be a good time to add that he owns an awesome corvette that he took us for rides in. The thing got to 30 in first gear, but he didn't drive as fast for me as he did for Tim, thinking that girls wouldn't be as interested in the speed of it.
There's so much I could say about the people I met, but I remember now that I am writing to entertain, so... back on track!
Another highlight was the beach!
It was cloudy, but the ocean was warm. It was 4:00 PM when we had lunch, but we were never hungry. There weren't any sea shells, but I did find a live sand dollar!
Beth said "The Griffith boys never grow up!" I realized just how true that is...
For those who don't know, Tim paid for the two of us to fly down to Georgia to visit his brother and sister in law, Trey and Beth.
We did have a few adventures, but ultimately, this trip was kind of an experience to learn how to live with people I'm not used to living with. I had my own room, but Tim and I shared a bathroom, toothpaste, and a pack of disposable razors, and after the light blew out in there, Tim's toothbrush. ("Wait a second... this isn't mine!")
Some could say tensions were high...
We spent a lot of time with Tim's sister in law, Beth's family, and it was a lot of fun getting to meet people. For example, the first day, we went to Tim's sister in law's sister's future mother in law's house to swim in her salt-water pool. That night, Beth's parents took us out to eat at a restaurant where they knew the waitress... it wasn't long before I found out that Beth's father knows everyone and their mom. The next morning at Johnny V's breakfast joint (We ate there twice that week), the waitress said "Can I get y'all something else? Ketchup? Mustard?!" At the word "mustard" she pointed at Beth's dad, and they both laughed hard at some inside joke. As a man was leaving the restaurant, they shouted back and fourth a greeting and a joke about purchasing the guy's car. Beth's mom got on him, to which he responded, "What? He's got a pretty toy and he won't sell it to me!" This might be a good time to add that he owns an awesome corvette that he took us for rides in. The thing got to 30 in first gear, but he didn't drive as fast for me as he did for Tim, thinking that girls wouldn't be as interested in the speed of it.
There's so much I could say about the people I met, but I remember now that I am writing to entertain, so... back on track!Another highlight was the beach!
It was cloudy, but the ocean was warm. It was 4:00 PM when we had lunch, but we were never hungry. There weren't any sea shells, but I did find a live sand dollar!Beth said "The Griffith boys never grow up!" I realized just how true that is...
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Now for a REAL post!
So I've been at camp lately, but I won't be there as much this summer. I took off this week for a break, and I've enjoyed it so far. First, I showed my little brother a little of what a social life as a teenager ought to be...
One day, I took my brother with me so he could get out of the house. He's a good kid, and it's not like it's hard for him to make friends or anything; he just prefers to stay at home on his computer sometimes. We met up with some friends and he paid seven bucks to see Kung Fu Panda, a movie he thought was going to be stupid(It wasn't so bad, though). I almost said, "Joel, when you get a boyfriend, you won't have to pay for things as much." Instead, I told him to be happy to pay for only himself. I felt it only right to buy him dinner later at the mall. Some of my friends live next door to the mall. They know all the fun things to do there, and believe me, there are a lot. We also got soapy and made a slip'n'slide... not at the mall, at their house. I brought Joel home past midnight, way later than he's used to staying up, and felt like a good big-sister, even if he wished he had more sleep that night.
Yesterday, I was at my significant other's house. Let's just call him... Timmy. We made cookies. I brought all the ingredients, and we had to use a Glad storage container and a fancy serving spoon for tools because well, I'd say Tim knows his way around his kitchen only a little more than I know my way around his kitchen. We watched the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III and laughed at how April O'Neil's full-length Japanese soldier outfit turned into a ridiculous short skirt by the end of the movie. When siblings got loud upstairs, we retired to the coldest part of the house, the floor of the basement. I don't remember how it started, but we ended up playing a random game of Truth or Dare. Tim got to hear the worst parts about being a girl, and I was forced to pick my nose (only daring him to lick my finger in return). It was then that it really hit me.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"You're my best friend... did you know that?"
"Yeah. You're mine."
He'd never take the place of my girls, and he knows that, but I remember now why I picked him out. Though a lot of guys like to be funny, not many would be willing to put up with being silly all the time.
One day, I took my brother with me so he could get out of the house. He's a good kid, and it's not like it's hard for him to make friends or anything; he just prefers to stay at home on his computer sometimes. We met up with some friends and he paid seven bucks to see Kung Fu Panda, a movie he thought was going to be stupid(It wasn't so bad, though). I almost said, "Joel, when you get a boyfriend, you won't have to pay for things as much." Instead, I told him to be happy to pay for only himself. I felt it only right to buy him dinner later at the mall. Some of my friends live next door to the mall. They know all the fun things to do there, and believe me, there are a lot. We also got soapy and made a slip'n'slide... not at the mall, at their house. I brought Joel home past midnight, way later than he's used to staying up, and felt like a good big-sister, even if he wished he had more sleep that night.
Yesterday, I was at my significant other's house. Let's just call him... Timmy. We made cookies. I brought all the ingredients, and we had to use a Glad storage container and a fancy serving spoon for tools because well, I'd say Tim knows his way around his kitchen only a little more than I know my way around his kitchen. We watched the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III and laughed at how April O'Neil's full-length Japanese soldier outfit turned into a ridiculous short skirt by the end of the movie. When siblings got loud upstairs, we retired to the coldest part of the house, the floor of the basement. I don't remember how it started, but we ended up playing a random game of Truth or Dare. Tim got to hear the worst parts about being a girl, and I was forced to pick my nose (only daring him to lick my finger in return). It was then that it really hit me.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"You're my best friend... did you know that?"
"Yeah. You're mine."
He'd never take the place of my girls, and he knows that, but I remember now why I picked him out. Though a lot of guys like to be funny, not many would be willing to put up with being silly all the time.
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