packing heat
My Life as an Afterschool Special
Ok, so I am doing horrible at keeping my blog updated.
And I want to do better, really I do. I just get distracted.
Take yesterday for instance. I wanted to write. I really did.
But there just wasnt time.
In the morning I got up early and I went to the YMCA and I worked out and then I taught swim lessons.
Clearly is it hard to write when I am in water so I didnt update my blog then.
When I was done teaching I talked to my sister and she said she was going to a picnic with her friend Rick and Ricks friends and she invited me along.
Now Rick, he is/was a drug dealer (we arent quite sure what he does now). And I am not talking about selling a bit of pot on the side. Oh no, he is/was the dealers dealer. In fact, the kids we do ministry with in the bottoms know all ABOUT him, but they dont know HIM. He is big time.
But he and Erica go way back. They knew eachother in highschool. And Rick was recently shot like 8 times and his friend died, and he wants to change his ways. So he has come to church with us, and we are trying to show him Jesus is the only way to turn your life around. In order to show him God loves him right where he is out we try to do the same. So we hang out at bars and on his mom porch and we have picnics. (well Erica does. I just come along every now and then for moral support).
Rick is a lot of fun. And he really is very sweet. He always pays for all our drinks and food, he is always polite, and he is always respectful. Although he did tell my sister he bet I was a freak. But that is a whole different story.
We go to this picnic at westgate park and its like the who’s who of thugs on the westside. And they pull up in these AWESOME rides with spinners and systems and hydrolics and such truck. And I pull up in my red VW fox. But foxy is HOT so I fit right in. There is like 12 guys and me and Erica.
I had a suprisingly good time. We grill out and go fishing and it was like a regular day at the park. Except I am sure they were all packing heat. But other then that it was good times.
So I couldnt write then because, well, busting out a computer during a picnic with drug dealers would just be too nerdy even for me.
And then I met my step mom at curves and we worked out. for the second time that day.
Did I mention I am going to be freaking HOT.
Because I am.
But once again, that is another topic for another day.
After I worked out I rode with my friend Steve to pick some girls up for City Life.
Then I went to City and hung out with the kids from the bottoms and did a skit with my roommate Amy about selfishness.
And then we invited the volunteers from city life to come back to our house and hang out on the porch and talk.
(I wish Erica had a blog, then she could tell you all about how she had to break up a fight between two kids in her back seat on the way home from City Life, and ended up leaving one of them on the side of the road)
When we all got back to my house we decided we needed some wine so Erica and I went to the Corner Store and got some Strawberry wine.
On our way home we got a call from “M”. “M” s (ex) boyfriend is totally abusive and kinda scary, and he just got out of jail yesterday morning and was on house arrest. He cut off his ankle moniter and fled town and “M” called us crying to come get her. So we did a U Turn and went and got her and talked with her and took her home.
And then we took our strawberry wine and went back to our house and sat on the porch and had a drink with our friends and played with our dog.
And that is just one day of my life. A pretty average day in fact.
A million times a day I think “Man I should write about this” and then I never have any time.
“NO TIME THERE IS NEVER ANY TIME”
(that was a saved by the bell moment)
But that is what I get… living my life as an afterschool special.
