Category: football

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A Teeny Tiny Football Day

Our house was waaaay up from the beach so when I watched these guys doing that which they always do–throwing a football–they were so far away that I could barely see who was who. After zooming in and cropping, this is what we get…that is until the Bald Kid went behind the cliff and I couldn’t see him anymore.

Maybe if you scroll through fast, it will look like a flip book or something.

No matter where we go,

or how long they’ve been apart…

some things…

between these boys…

thankfully…

never…

ever…

change.

Oh, how I love them.

 

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Football?

The bald kid on the other side of the world, sent me this photo today and for those of you who haven’t already heard my favorite story–I’ll explain. This boy of mine is certainly not having the typical missionary experience.

Kazakhstan is a place where the missionaries can’t do a lot of the regular things a missionary would do because it is a Muslim country and their laws forbid it. So, in order to not be offensive in any way to the people or their culture, the guys have had to find other ways to make friends and provide service to those that they meet. The Mission President gave the guys permission to enroll in the university and take some classes on the Kazakh language. So, one afternoon the guys wander out to the sports field and see all these guys running around all crazy-like on the field. They told our boys that they were playing “America Football.”  When the players found out that the Bald Kid was actually from America and had seriously played football–they went berserk…

and made him…

the coach…

in a shirt and tie.

I think it’s safe to say that he’s having the time of his life.

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Superbowl Sadness

You know we love, love, LOVE football over here at our place. I mean, you know we’re serious if there are matching jerseys going on.

And of course, I’ll take any excuse to watch Tom Brady throw that ball for our beloved Patriots.

We even made Marshmallow Brownie Bars because the last time I made them was almost exactly a year ago–and since Daney boy loves them, it seemed like a good thing to do–and about time.

Oooh, look…there’s Tom again. Sorry, it was an accident.

We found all the odd snacks hidden in the back of the pantry–even Popchips, and yes, those are Mother’s Iced Animal cookies on the floor over there. Believe me we needed every one of them…

to console ourselves with…

when our cute boys…

lost 17 to 21 to a dreadful team that shall remain nameless.

Ahhh…well, we still have our Marshmallow bars to wallow in while we wait–another 6 months for football season to come around again.

Good thing I have a hobby.

:}

Happy Birthday Dane!!