|Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Shake it, don’t break it. Took yer momma nine months to make it.
This is one of my favorite kids in the whole world, doing her rendition of ‘Hype Man’-I think that’s what it’s called:)
***I did get permission from Tal to post this…despite what you hear at the end of the video:)
If you don’t know this about me yet, you can take the girl outta Philly, but you can’t take the Philly outta the girl. One thing I love about visiting home are the things that Philadelphians tend to take for granted.
You’ve got the pizza (which I posted about here ); you’ve got the steaks (which I posted about here ); you’ve got TastyKakes; you’ve got the soft pretzel that you buy for a quarter on the side of the road from the guy who probably doesn’t wash his hands-on which you slather French’s or Gulden’s mustard on…yum!; and then you’ve these two things that I’ve experienced these last few days.
Side note: I went to see my friends, Mike and Christina (and their daughter, Clara), in Ohio this weekend. Mike and I go back to Jr High-so he’s from Philly too-and Christina and I go back 10 years to when we first went to North Central together. It was such a good time hangin’ with them…I’ll post about them later.
Mike was so excited to tell me that Dayton just got its first…RITA’S WATER ICE!!! (Be cool, go to Rita’s!)
Water ice is very hard to explain, for some reason, and every Philadelphias/East Coaster will agree. We’ve tried, again and again, to no avail. It is not simply crushed ice with flavored juice, like a snow cone. Nor is it like a slushy or a slurpee, like at 7-11. Its flavor supercedes these things to levels that no man can truly describe. My favorite flavor, for a long time, was banana…oh the frozen chunks of banana :0P But since high school, I usually go for a gelati (not to be confused with the italian ice cream, "gelato"). A gelati is a combination of water ice (pronounced "wooder ice") and frozen custard. I like mango water ice and chocolate custard. My mouth salivates.
That was Friday night. Now to today. It was lunch time and of course I didn’t bring a lunch. I headed over to the vending machine to find, none other than, a Pennsylvanian brand of chips…Herr’s! I’m not even a huge chip fan, but I did visit the Herr’s potato chip factory when I worked a Y-Day Camp 6 years
ago…I had fresh, hot potato chips and they were stinkin’ good. They don’t sell Herr’s around here, so I was completely shocked. And, to top it off, the flavor (which surprisingly tasted fabulous) was Philly Cheesesteak! I even took a picture to commemorate the moment.
I decided to take my LifeGroup on a prayer walk through a neighborhood in Southfield tonight.
The biggest thing that I felt the Lord speak to my heart was that I needed to do this in my own neighborhood…every week…at least once a week…and that I should encourage others to do the same.
Pray for transformation and life change. Pray for bondages to be broken. Pray for people to do flips for Jesus. Pray for your own boldness to speak love and truth to others. Pray against apathy, both for Christians and non-Christians.
Go for a walk around your neighborhood, and pray.
I told my mom, this morning, that I was sorry she was getting her mother’s day card late. I’d bought it last week, wrote it out and put it in the mail-to-go-out bin at work this week. It never got mailed, so I had to mail it on Friday afternoon.
She told me that she had one up on me. Remember my dad’s birthday a few weeks ago? My mom had bought his birthday card 3 weeks before that, and hid it so he wouldn’t find it. She said that she read through a whole bunch of cards and picked out just the right one that she wanted. Well, Mom hid it so well that she still can’t find it:)
So Jen and I had some people from her church over on Friday night. They had something going on that night, so it was kind of late by the time they got here. A few of the guys decided to put on some of their own music and they turned it up…it took me a whole song to tell them to turn it down because it was too loud.
About an hour later we were playing the game, "Mafia", when our doorbell rang. Jen answered it to see a couple of cops…our neighbors called the cops on us! We must’ve been way too loud. Of course everything was calm by that time, so there were no arrests:)
Okay, this post is for the 3 people that might actually care about my profile picture…(Mom, you’d better vote!) So my mom e-mailed me a few weeks ago and said that she’d read my blog that day. She said that it was a nice thing that I wrote about, but then in an "ahem" sort of way said that I really needed to change my picture. First of all, she likes me better without glasses (who doesn’t?) and she likes it better when I smile…the scary picture really threw her off, I guess:) Therefore, I am changing my profile picture. You’ll be happy to know that I keep forgetting to ask people to take a few pictures of me to try out, so I came home from church today, set my camera up and set the timer. Here are a few to choose from. If you want, you can vote. I only expect a few people to do this, so go for it:)