BFFAEAEAE!

Last Friday, I was walking down the path to Ramshead and I looked up and saw this older guy with dark glasses and a hat walking with a buddy. I didn't think anything of him at first, but when I looked back I realized it was Roy Williams...and he was looking right at me. He smiled and said, "Hello."

Startled and starstruck (he said hello first!!!) I said, "Hi."

And that is how Roy Williams and I became best friends.

Planning lives, getting famous...all in a day's work.

Last Tuesday night I went to the basketball game in the Dean Dome with Mary, where my very talented Tar Heels beat Clemson for the 54th time. Never has Clemson beaten the Tar Heels at home. AWESOME!

Best parts of the night:
1. Mary and I played MASH since we had Phase 1 tickets and therefore had 1 1/2 hours to kill.

Let's just say Mary ended up marrying Squirttle while I became the lucky wife of Cam Gigandet.

But in all fairness our oldest son did grow up to become a gay stripper. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

2. Mary decided at one point before the game began to move her arm band up to her bicep and try to pop it off by flexing. Cool! Well apparently the camera men have a bet going to see who can find the dumbest people in the crowd and put their idiocy on the big screen, on display for the whole world to see. In this case, it meant that Mary and I went up on the big screen.

My point: I'm married to one of the most attractive men alive and I'm famous. Clearly. My life is complete.

Boys...explained

"What is the matter with men?"
"Okay, first off, we are told to stop crying by the age of, like, 3, and then every time an adult male leaves the house, he says, "you're in charge," but your mom's still cutting the crust off your bread, so deep down inside, you know you can't possibly be in charge, 'cause you can't even make a sandwich. Then at a certain point, you start to notice girls who aren't your mom, and you want them to like you, you know, but they don't usually go for the normal social cues such as being tackled to the ground so then you decide to give her a gift, but she laughs at the rock you brought her, even though it's the coolest rock you ever saw and it has all kinds of glittery stuff on it. Anyway, let's just assume for a minute that you work your way through that minefield and you actually get a woman to notice you. Then what happens? Your guy friends turn on you, they start calling you names...But we know we would die in a ditch without women, so we keep trying. "

Convos With Rooms

A conversation I had with my roomate today:

Me: "A burrito and a yogurt. What a good dinner."

Mary: "You're gonna get diarrhea."

Me: "What?"

Mary: "A burrito...that's beans. And yogurt is dairy. You're gonna get diarrhea."

Me: "Dairy doesn't give you diarrhea. If anything it stops you up."

Mary: "Really?"

Me: "Eating too much cheese will give you constipation. Truth. It's happened to me."

Mary: "...that must be why I never pooped until I came to college."

Kids Do the Darndest Things

Children think weirdly. I somtimes wish that we all thought so simply--life would be way less complicated. But as it is, we all grow up and lose our innocence, our naivity. We start to think about serious things like how to pay rent and buy groceries, making sure our car has been inspected, that we have health insurance, that tuition is paid on time. But sometimes I wish I could go back to being a kid--when ignorance was truly bliss. Sometimes. Then there are days like today when I am so thankful to have a little common sense.

I'm in Honduras visiting a friend of mine who is going to be a missionary here. One of the other missionary families here has four kids; one of them is seven years old and I think he's a few fries short of a Happy Meal if you know what I mean. Today at their house, he was running around flinging this goopy, sticky, dirty blob (which I think used to be some sort of identifiable figure) at the walls and watching it stick and then slowly peel off as gravity took its toll. I was sitting on the couch talking, when out of nowhere the goopy, sticky, dirty blob comes flying across the room and slaps me in the face. I laughed a little, thinking it had been an accident and handed it back to him, only to have him wind up and fling it at my face once again. After two or three of these gloppy beatings, I grabbed the blob and chucked it at the wall--hard--so that it was stuck just out of his reach. Take that you little tyke.

Later, we were getting ready to eat, and he had torn a piece of his styrofoam plate off accidently. He tried to give the piece to his mom, but she shook her head and told him to throw it away himself. He looked at her, looked at the piece, shrugged, and then proceeded to eat the styrofoam. Now, I didn't grow up with brothers, but I'm pretty sure this is typical 7 year old boy behavior. Better to eat it then walk across the room and do what you were told. (His mom pulled the piece out of his mouth and disposed of it--no worries) When I looked back at him a few seconds later, he'd torn off another piece and began chewing. Like I said earlier, a few fries short of a Happy Meal.

Yes, today I am very glad that I have enough common sense to not eat my styrofoam plate and throw globs of nastyness at other people's heads.