A couple weeks ago, I received an invite to Seth's 9th birthday party...a laser tag party! Confession: I've never played laser tag. Infact, aside from a squirt gun, I, Angie Good, have never shot a gun. This whole laser tagging sounded fabulous....especially when I considered the notion that I would be able to shot my former boss. Muhahahahahaha (evil laughter)!!! Those of you who know me, know that...
A. I am not prone to violence.
B. I am not competitive -- which makes being around overly-competitive people unnerving.
C. I've never shot a gun (as previously stated).
Soooooo 1:00 p.m. Saturday came...and I found myself promising to not run, not use offensive language, not lay on the ground, not cover my tagging sensors... I strapped on a black harness, removed my gun from the holster, and proceeded in to the maze with some fear and trepidation.
No worries, the fear and trepidation subsided as soon as I shot someone. Nice, right? The girl who teaches Sunday school loves shooting people. That's great.
I was able to shoot my former boss...and no worries, I got shot by him. He laughed and laughed as he shot me...several times, I might add. I'm wondering why we didn't finagle a laser tag outing when we worked together. Just think of the all of the hostility that could've been unleashed just by the shooting of one's co-workers. Hmmmm....
After laser tag, said former boss was trying to say his "goodbyes" to me. I interjected, "Oh, you don't have to say 'goodbye' here. Ginger invited me over to your house."
He replied, "You are not easy to get rid of. I have a feeling that when we (the roadies) arrive in Seattle that you will be standing there with the girls (the flying trio)."
GENIUS IDEA! Too bad I didn't think of it sooner.
After laser tagging, laughing, and playing air hockey with Elaina...we headed over to the Kunz household where I enjoyed an afternoon of laughter and family interaction. It was wonderful spending some quality time sitting with each of my favorite Kunz family members.
Ginger and I played with an app on her new laptop. It was similar to a photobooth...except we didn't choose the normal pictures...No, not us. :) We created a picture of us with chipmunk cheeks, cat googly eyes, and I cannot remember the third. Each of these pictures is blackmail worthy. I made her promise (verbally...and now I am wondering if we should've pinky swore) to not put these pictures on the internet...
sigh. Now that I think about it -- I think I would be fine if she wanted to blog about the moment...because it was truly fabulous!
As with all good things, the day had to come to an end. I bid farewell to Seth, Meghan, and Eric -- as I won't be seeing them until I go visit them in Seattle. Oh -- my favorite Meghan-ism from Saturday was when she said,
"If you miss us, just get on 90 heading west...that road begins here and deadends in Seattle." I later shared with Ginger -- that's exactly what I will do. When I am missing you, I will gas-up Rosie and head West!!!
This morning after church, since I am fearful that I might be coming down with a cold (I have a sore throat -- not a sore-sore throat...it feels like it's beginning to be sore...if that even makes sense!), I took a nap. I haven't taken a Sunday afternoon in...well, I don't know how long. The trouble with taking a nap is that it usually interrupts my sleep schedule...and then I lay awake, wide awake...(sigh). Today it didn't matter. I knew my body needed the sleep...so I took some extra vitamin C and ate a bowl of soup...and then it was off to slumberland for the crazy girl with curly hair (today it's straight).
Arise and Shine -- time for choir!!!! We are working on this song "Over in The Glory Land" -- and it makes me think of my coffee-outing with Ginger. I was telling her about the song and how much I am enjoying learning it. It's peppy and fun and reminds us of the fabulous-ness that awaits us in Heaven...and Ginger said we (the choir) should clap and wear bright colored choir robes. A) We don't clap. We are Baptist and conservative.
Although in my heart, I am clapping while we sing it...because won't Heaven be great!!! B) We don't wear choir robes. Just thinking about wearing some bright (and I mean fuchsia or purple) robes made me smile throughout choir practice.
And now...it's 8:00...I am preparing to head to Riverview Ice House to go ice skating. I will do my best to heed Eric's warning from this afternoon when he dropped off my kitchen table, "Please don't get hurt!!!" - And when he left this afternoon, I said, "I'll see you later!" because really it isn't GOODBYE... I do hope and pray that I get many-a-opportunity to go and visit his wonderful family that I know and love...
Tootles!
