Paintball
yep, that's about all we did today. evan's birthday party was terrific (even though technically it isn't the real thing till tomorrow). i guess i should back up a little bit... last night evan and all but one of the other guys did sleep out in the woods in some kind of a bunker which typically serves as a paintball hideout. apparently it also becomes a shelter in these times of need when young men setting out on their own are seeking a roof over their heads. one of the boys, who was sick recently decided not to since he didn't want to get sick all over again from freezing. he slept on evan's bed in my room (i guess i can still call it "my" room). this morning evan's alarm started screaming it's head off like it's monday morning and time to go throw the papers or something. so jesse (the one who decided to stay indoors) had to turn it off. but i guess it was an unfamiliar machine, because it took him a while to silence it. unfortuneately i think he must have hit snooze, because a while later it screamed it's bloody head off again!!! he finally just turned the volume all the way down. then he went to sleep again. i, on the other hand, was feeling wide awake. so i crept downstairs in the semi-dawn glow (thinking, "do real living people set their alarms for this time, with even a pretense of actually getting up??") so i slunk quietly over to the freezer and helped myself to some ice cream, which there always seems to be an abundance of at parties, especially at the yerkes'. then i went back to sleep.
when i was finally forced to rise a good deal later, i loaded up and joined the armed forces preparing for battle. semi-automatic weapons? buckets and buckets of paint? plenty of fearsome men of war? let the games begin.
what can i say about the rest? we played free-for-all, capture the flag, assasinate the president, two teams, three teams, one on one duels (you know, back to back walk 10 steps, turn and fire?!?). we did this all morning, took a break for lunch, played a little volley ball, and then went back at it for a few more hours. i'm not sure how many thousands of paint balls we shot. oh... we did manage to get cake and all the traditional birthday stuff in there too.
at last all the partiers had to start leaving. parents came and took their warriors home. mom took some to their homes. some trudged away on foot. a military helicopter evacuated one to the hospital. then we,uh... took the trash to the dump. played some ping pong. admired evan's new knife. cleaned guns. played ping pong. ate dinner. played ping pong. had our family devotion and prayer time. played ping pong. and that brings us up to the present. we just finished our last game and i decided that i needed to blog about such a fun day. if anyone noticed that yesterday's post dissappeared for a little while, that may have been because i accidentally deleted it. fortuneately blogger saved it as a draft and i simply re-posted it.
but now to bed. i think i may end up having a few sweet spots in the morning from where i got tagged.
oculogyric: of or relating to the turning of the eyeballs in the sockets.
oculogyric crisis: a spasmodic movement of the eyeballs into a fixed position, usually upward, that persists for several minutes or hours.
...so THAT'S what was happening to me when i was up late reading that...
when i was finally forced to rise a good deal later, i loaded up and joined the armed forces preparing for battle. semi-automatic weapons? buckets and buckets of paint? plenty of fearsome men of war? let the games begin.
what can i say about the rest? we played free-for-all, capture the flag, assasinate the president, two teams, three teams, one on one duels (you know, back to back walk 10 steps, turn and fire?!?). we did this all morning, took a break for lunch, played a little volley ball, and then went back at it for a few more hours. i'm not sure how many thousands of paint balls we shot. oh... we did manage to get cake and all the traditional birthday stuff in there too.
at last all the partiers had to start leaving. parents came and took their warriors home. mom took some to their homes. some trudged away on foot. a military helicopter evacuated one to the hospital. then we,uh... took the trash to the dump. played some ping pong. admired evan's new knife. cleaned guns. played ping pong. ate dinner. played ping pong. had our family devotion and prayer time. played ping pong. and that brings us up to the present. we just finished our last game and i decided that i needed to blog about such a fun day. if anyone noticed that yesterday's post dissappeared for a little while, that may have been because i accidentally deleted it. fortuneately blogger saved it as a draft and i simply re-posted it.
but now to bed. i think i may end up having a few sweet spots in the morning from where i got tagged.
oculogyric: of or relating to the turning of the eyeballs in the sockets.
oculogyric crisis: a spasmodic movement of the eyeballs into a fixed position, usually upward, that persists for several minutes or hours.
...so THAT'S what was happening to me when i was up late reading that...
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