another long random story and update post coming...brace yourselves...

milford played a team last night that had 3 black guys, lots of tattoos, and lots of muscles. they were scary. we lost. and it was the first game where i actually played well, which made it even more painful.

last night scott was complaining that he had swimmer's ear after his water safety class. chalupa suggested he stick a long thing of newspaper in his ear and light the end on fire, because this somehow creates a change in pressure or something and solves the problem. so we tried it. the first time, we pulled it out too soon. the second time, it was wrapped too tightly and wouldnt burn. so the third time, scott wraps a big thing of newspaper, sticks one end in his ear, bends over the sink in the kitchen, and we light it. frenchy, joe darling, chalupa, and i were all in the kitchen coaching him. i had the bowl of water ready to throw on it when it got close to his ear. well, we waited, and waited, and waited, and he was freaking out and the flame was getting closer and closer. and finally, the split second i was about to put it out, scott screams at the top of his lungs, jumps up, knocks the bowl of water out of my hands, and jumps up and down screaming. apparently i waited too long.

we watched the story of the weeping camel last night. it was kinda slow but very beautifully done and a really intriguing story. i liked it quite a bit. tonight i watched a documentary called the gleaners and i. i LOVED it. the lady who films it and narrates it loves life and capturing the beauty of it wherever it's found. she is a grown up amelie. very quirky, very fun. she follows people that salvage junk or eat food from trash cans and its interesting and beautiful. i would really recommend it, although i'm probably crazy for thinking you might like it.

we had an interesting discussion about religious pluralism in contemp today. i was thinking and it was good.

scott's car is in the shop and they told him they had a vehicle he could borrow. little did he know the vehicle they were giving him was a big white pickup truck with a license plate on the front that says "i'm too sexy for my hair, that's why it isnt there."

check out the comments on this post. how cool is that? i helped him, and he emailed me back and told me that if i ever get to read "Revolution No. 9" by Neil McMahon, i should think of him. i feel so important! german book lovers all over the world are indebted to me!

here's another funny story and that will wrap up this post.

i picked up a kid and his parents from the indy airport on monday for the admissions office. they flew in from dallas. we didnt get back in time to eat at the dining commons, so i took them to the subway in the mcclure gas station in upland. they got their subs and were paying for them at the cash register. the kid pointed out some of those energy pill things and mentioned how they were illegal in texas because some people have died from using them. this is where the teenage cashier chimed in. "yeah, one of my friends, well, my friends mom, actually, took those every day, and then one day, she went into the hospital because of it, and they had to cut open her chest and restart her heart and it was going nuts and bleeding all over the place and if they did anything wrong her heart could completely explode at any given moment." he kept going and going with more and more detail right as this family was getting ready to eat their dinner. after their appetites had completely disappeared, he finally concluded the story with "....so my suggestion is....huhuhuh....don't ever take them....cuz...like...they really mess you up."