Katie Herzig made a video of my current favorite song of hers. Check it out!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Lose sight to gain vision
One of my heroes of the faith is a guy named John. He's lived in Haiti for about 22 years now. I don't know him super well but well enough to think that he would not necessarily want the word hero to be in the same sentence as his name, unless the sentence was "Jesus is my hero and, by the way, I know a guy named John."
So I'll start again. Jesus is my hero and I know a guy named John who's lived in Haiti for a long time. He has this tattooed on his arm:
Lose sight to gain vision.
I've been in mission trip hell for the last month or so. I'm not sure if you're allowed to use the words "mission trip" and "hell" together in a sentence if the context is anything other than "I'm going on a mission trip to save people from hell." But I'm just keeping it real.
Over the next 30 days my goal is to get approx. 200 people to three countries and one state on various one week long mission trips.
I love my job and I love watching people encounter Jesus in new and deeper ways as a result of serving on a mission trip. But somewhere in between coordinating flights to the Peruvian jungle for dozens of people and explaining for the 57th time why bringing old clothes and expired medication to Haiti is not very helpful, my sight became near-sighted and I lost the vision.
I started worrying that our teams were going to be more of a burden than a blessing to the friends I cherish in both Haiti and Peru and our presence in these countries are going to hurt their ministries more than it's going to help. I started worrying for all of these well-meaning American Christians who are used to doing things their way when they want to and how they want to that the shock of being in countries where flexibility and adaptability are a necessity of life would be too much for them to handle and they would come home hating me and Jesus and the countries they are going to "serve."
See, worry is what happens when you lose vision.
I have no doubt that our 200 short-termers are going to drain the Heartline team and Ricardo's team. They are going to steamroll into these countries partly afraid but partly convinced they've got all the answers for both the local people and those who have chosen to give their lives away in serving them. They are going to be demanding and difficult and impatient and there will be sighs of relief when June is over and things can go back to normal for ministries in these countries.
I also know that I'm going to screw up things for both the 200 people going to serve and the teams on the ground preparing to receive them. I'm going to forget things, convey wrong information, irritate people (even just from writing this blog), and add to the overall chaos in ways I won't even know.
It's going to be a messy month because we are messy people living in a messy world.
But I also have no doubt that Jesus is going to be present and real in some very incredible ways over the next 30 days. People's lives are going to change forever. People are going to become more and more like Jesus because of these trips. Those who are going to serve will realize how deeply God loves the poor and they will start to love the poor, maybe for the first time in their lives. Those who are on the ground welcoming our teams are going to learn how to serve and wash the feet of those coming just as Jesus washes theirs. Those native to the countries we'll be going to who don't have much are going to teach us that having stuff isn't what life is all about. We are all going to learn from each other in miraculous ways over the next 30 days and the world will be different because of it and God will smile.
So I'm going to choose right now to lose sight of all of the things I am worried about and instead gain the bigger vision of what God will do with the next 30 days. Because He will do great things, for He is a great God.
So I'll start again. Jesus is my hero and I know a guy named John who's lived in Haiti for a long time. He has this tattooed on his arm:
Lose sight to gain vision.
I've been in mission trip hell for the last month or so. I'm not sure if you're allowed to use the words "mission trip" and "hell" together in a sentence if the context is anything other than "I'm going on a mission trip to save people from hell." But I'm just keeping it real.
Over the next 30 days my goal is to get approx. 200 people to three countries and one state on various one week long mission trips.
I love my job and I love watching people encounter Jesus in new and deeper ways as a result of serving on a mission trip. But somewhere in between coordinating flights to the Peruvian jungle for dozens of people and explaining for the 57th time why bringing old clothes and expired medication to Haiti is not very helpful, my sight became near-sighted and I lost the vision.
I started worrying that our teams were going to be more of a burden than a blessing to the friends I cherish in both Haiti and Peru and our presence in these countries are going to hurt their ministries more than it's going to help. I started worrying for all of these well-meaning American Christians who are used to doing things their way when they want to and how they want to that the shock of being in countries where flexibility and adaptability are a necessity of life would be too much for them to handle and they would come home hating me and Jesus and the countries they are going to "serve."
See, worry is what happens when you lose vision.
I have no doubt that our 200 short-termers are going to drain the Heartline team and Ricardo's team. They are going to steamroll into these countries partly afraid but partly convinced they've got all the answers for both the local people and those who have chosen to give their lives away in serving them. They are going to be demanding and difficult and impatient and there will be sighs of relief when June is over and things can go back to normal for ministries in these countries.
I also know that I'm going to screw up things for both the 200 people going to serve and the teams on the ground preparing to receive them. I'm going to forget things, convey wrong information, irritate people (even just from writing this blog), and add to the overall chaos in ways I won't even know.
It's going to be a messy month because we are messy people living in a messy world.
But I also have no doubt that Jesus is going to be present and real in some very incredible ways over the next 30 days. People's lives are going to change forever. People are going to become more and more like Jesus because of these trips. Those who are going to serve will realize how deeply God loves the poor and they will start to love the poor, maybe for the first time in their lives. Those who are on the ground welcoming our teams are going to learn how to serve and wash the feet of those coming just as Jesus washes theirs. Those native to the countries we'll be going to who don't have much are going to teach us that having stuff isn't what life is all about. We are all going to learn from each other in miraculous ways over the next 30 days and the world will be different because of it and God will smile.
So I'm going to choose right now to lose sight of all of the things I am worried about and instead gain the bigger vision of what God will do with the next 30 days. Because He will do great things, for He is a great God.
Be still and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.
-Psalm 46:10
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| Shipibo children, June 2011 |
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| Shipibo family, June 2011 |
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| Mariah with Shipibo children, June 2011 |
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| Pastor and his family, Pucallpa, Oct. 2011 |
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| Delores and Shipibo children, Oct. 2011 |
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| After repairing Pastor's house in Oct. 2011 |
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| Joani and DR kids, Nov. 2011 |
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| Mae and Rebecca in DR, Nov. 2011 |
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| Dan with sweet Dominican girls, Nov. 2011 |
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| Me and precious Farah, Haiti, March 2012 |
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Learn something new everyday
Today I learned about what happens when you combine mentos with diet coke.
I'm about 1 in 10,000 people didn't know about this amazingness until today, at least according to xkcd:
So Kyle went to the grocery store and this was the result:
Coolest thing ever, right? But if it ever comes up in conversation, you have my permission to act like you're one of the 10,000 who doesn't know about it yet so it can be your lucky day.
I'm about 1 in 10,000 people didn't know about this amazingness until today, at least according to xkcd:
So Kyle went to the grocery store and this was the result:
Coolest thing ever, right? But if it ever comes up in conversation, you have my permission to act like you're one of the 10,000 who doesn't know about it yet so it can be your lucky day.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
These are a few of my favorite things
There's a great movie out there called The Sound of Music. Odds are, if you were ever a 7 year old girl, or the brother or father of a 7 year old girl, you've maybe seen this movie a time or two, or several hundred.
There's a scene in the movie where the Von Trapp children get scared of a (spoiler alert) thunderstorm and Fraulein Marie sings a song to them about how remembering your favorite things can help you not be scared.
I'm really not scared of anything right now, except the remote possibility that I could get thrown into a Cuban jail in a few weeks if I say the wrong thing while in Havana, but I have been thinking about a few of my favorite things anyway, so that when the dog does bark and the bee does sting and Fidel's minions do lock me away, I'll be ready with my thoughts about my favorite things and all will be well again.
I have a lot of favorite things. Please note that these are only a smathering of them.
What are your favorite things? Do tell.
There's a scene in the movie where the Von Trapp children get scared of a (spoiler alert) thunderstorm and Fraulein Marie sings a song to them about how remembering your favorite things can help you not be scared.
I'm really not scared of anything right now, except the remote possibility that I could get thrown into a Cuban jail in a few weeks if I say the wrong thing while in Havana, but I have been thinking about a few of my favorite things anyway, so that when the dog does bark and the bee does sting and Fidel's minions do lock me away, I'll be ready with my thoughts about my favorite things and all will be well again.
I have a lot of favorite things. Please note that these are only a smathering of them.
- the color pink. If I could get away with wearing it everyday, I would.
- shoes. I've bought three pairs in the last 24 hours. I *needed* each pair, really I did.
- God. This should go without saying, and really He should be above both the color pink and shoes on this list, because He is in real life. I've been thinking a lot this week about how His kindness leads me to repentance. He is KIND to me and it makes me want to be kind to others. I fail at this more than I succeed, but even in that, God is kind to me.
- the tv show Touch. Mostly I'm glad to see that Jack Bauer has finally settled down and is raising a child with special needs. I think it's put him more in touch with his emotional side, but he still has plenty of opportunity to run around a big city, convince police officers to let him into buildings where he doesn't belong, and say the phrase "damnit" whenever possible. I also love the idea that we're all somehow connected to each other. I'm going to watch another riveting episode on Hulu as soon as I'm done writing this blog.
- Speaking of Jack Bauer and The Sound of Music, I love this picture that Alex made for me and Erika when I told him that I thought it would be awesome if Jack Bauer was in The Sound of Music. Ask yourself, "How does Jack Bauer solve a problem like Maria?" Like this.
- Finally, brand new to the list of favorite things as of today, is this SONG, which is amazing. It's shocking to me on a number of levels that I hadn't heard this song before Jen told me about it yesterday and I listened to it today. Never mind that I have a friend who loves Five Iron Frenzy and knows that Canada is my heart's home. I will not hold it against him for not telling me about this song, and he can take comfort in being anonymously mentioned in my blog yet again. Oh Canada, where the yaks can run free. Enjoy.
What are your favorite things? Do tell.
Monday, May 14, 2012
A Treatise: Why You Should Go See Katie Herzig at Everyday Joe's on Tuesday
I remember the very first Katie Herzig show I went to. It was around Christmas time in December 2005 or 2006. I had never heard of her but my very dear friend and then roommate Jessie said I would like her and I should go. I was supposed to go with Jessie, I think, but for some reason she ended up not coming home from Texas as planned and I had to go alone.
I actually really hate going to things alone, so I almost didn't go. And it's good that I went because not going would have been the mistake of the century.
I live in Fort Collins, which is where Katie is from, and the show was at Everyday Joe's, which is where it is tomorrow night (hint, hint). I'm not from Fort Collins so I didn't know her in high school or anything, but I know people who did, sort of like six degrees from Kevin Bacon. I'm like two degrees away from Katie, which probably puts me at only four degrees away from Kevin. If you come to Katie's show tomorrow, I'll be signing autographs.
This particular concert was also my first time at Everyday Joe's and as I looked around at the crowd that evening, I was introduced to the then up and coming fashion trend of what I like to call the "wear-everything-you-own-in-your-closet" look. I'm about as hip on fashion as I am with my new smart phone and will choose a t-shirt and jeans most of the time, but that night I saw girls wearing jeans with a dress over them with two layered shirts over that with a sweater over that with a belt over that and a scarf topping it all off. Lots and lots of scarves at Everyday Joe's that fateful evening. For me, scarves and Katie Herzig concerts go hand in hand. I will confess that I even bought a scarf to wear to a Katie Herzig concert a couple of years ago. But I'm not going to talk about that anymore now. And as tempted as I'm going to be to wear it tomorrow night, I will refrain, because it's going to be too warm outside.
This was back in the days when it was just Katie and her guitar and sometimes a pregnant local friend who would get up and sing with her. Also the days when she ended all of her shows with "Sweeter Than This."
Now, I like music, but I don't go all crazy about it. I like to listen to the same 400 songs I have on my ipod that I've had on my ipod for the last 6 years. Sometimes I listen to the radio. I think I just get overwhelmed by the vast array of music out there and I don't know what to do, so I fall back on the familiar and comfortable. I don't go to a lot of concerts either, unless I score free tickets. I pay to see Paul Simon, Reba McEntire, and after that night at Everyday Joe's, Katie Herzig.
Here's what I love about Katie and her music and why I keep going back every time she comes to Fort Collins and dragging as many people as I can with me: she's real, she's honest, and she's hilarious. Her voice is childlike and innocent at times, but other times speaks with an honesty that can only come through heartache and loss. We're around the same age and she's a single woman too, and I really connect with her songs in that way, but I don't think they're limited at all to just a 30-something year old single women audience.
After Dave died, I listened to "Wish You Well" over and over again. When I need a good soundtrack for my life song, I listen to "Sweeter Than This" over and over again. When I'm lonely and think I'll be single for the rest of my life, I can't get enough of "Sumatra." And when I'm stopped at a train, I put on "Jenny Lynn" because it always reminds me of this Fort Collins show from a few years ago when a train came by right as she started this song. Hilarious moment. Basically, no matter what is going on in life, I can find a Katie Herzig song to sing along with.
Speaking of trains, I tried to make Runaway Train listen to Katie when I was with him in his country a few months ago, before things completely unraveled. It was Sunday afternoon and we were at the beach. It had been a hard weekend and I was leaving the next day. But I wanted to share Katie's music with him because of how deeply I connect to her songs. So I shoved an earbud in his ear and cranked up "Lost and Found" from her new album Waking Sleep, which you can get on iTunes (shameless plug - did I mention I'm on her Street Team? It means I do things like blog about her, post facebook statuses about her shows, and go to the venue beforehand to make sure they are displaying her posters. Did I mention I'll be signing autographs tomorrow? You know you want one.)
He politely listened and took the earbud out of his ear before the next song began. That should have been the clue for me then and there that there was no future for us. I asked him if he liked the song and he said, "it was fine and it's nice that you like it." Uh, no. Wrong answer.
Not surprisingly when things came to a screeching halt with him two and half weeks later, "Lost and Found" turned out to be the most appropriate song to listen to over and over and over again as I started the process of moving on. Now you get to listen to it too!
I asked Katie to play this song for me tomorrow night and she said she would. Granted, she would have played it anyway, but I'm going to pretend like she's playing it for me and it wouldn't have crossed her mind to play it if I hadn't requested it. And I will think about Runaway Train and be grateful for the brief moments we had and even more grateful that God firmly shut that door because He knows what's best for my life and I trust Him.
Because I feel so strongly that you won't be able to resist Katie's charms if you hear her just once, I am giving away a free ticket to tomorrow's show. That's right - my blog is now the cool place you can go to win free prizes. Next week I'll be giving away my cat Charlie to an unsuspecting lucky reader.
To win, you have to be the person who writes the third comment on this blog. That's all. You can thank me later when I'm signing autographs at the show.
I actually really hate going to things alone, so I almost didn't go. And it's good that I went because not going would have been the mistake of the century.
I live in Fort Collins, which is where Katie is from, and the show was at Everyday Joe's, which is where it is tomorrow night (hint, hint). I'm not from Fort Collins so I didn't know her in high school or anything, but I know people who did, sort of like six degrees from Kevin Bacon. I'm like two degrees away from Katie, which probably puts me at only four degrees away from Kevin. If you come to Katie's show tomorrow, I'll be signing autographs.
This particular concert was also my first time at Everyday Joe's and as I looked around at the crowd that evening, I was introduced to the then up and coming fashion trend of what I like to call the "wear-everything-you-own-in-your-closet" look. I'm about as hip on fashion as I am with my new smart phone and will choose a t-shirt and jeans most of the time, but that night I saw girls wearing jeans with a dress over them with two layered shirts over that with a sweater over that with a belt over that and a scarf topping it all off. Lots and lots of scarves at Everyday Joe's that fateful evening. For me, scarves and Katie Herzig concerts go hand in hand. I will confess that I even bought a scarf to wear to a Katie Herzig concert a couple of years ago. But I'm not going to talk about that anymore now. And as tempted as I'm going to be to wear it tomorrow night, I will refrain, because it's going to be too warm outside.
This was back in the days when it was just Katie and her guitar and sometimes a pregnant local friend who would get up and sing with her. Also the days when she ended all of her shows with "Sweeter Than This."
Now, I like music, but I don't go all crazy about it. I like to listen to the same 400 songs I have on my ipod that I've had on my ipod for the last 6 years. Sometimes I listen to the radio. I think I just get overwhelmed by the vast array of music out there and I don't know what to do, so I fall back on the familiar and comfortable. I don't go to a lot of concerts either, unless I score free tickets. I pay to see Paul Simon, Reba McEntire, and after that night at Everyday Joe's, Katie Herzig.
Here's what I love about Katie and her music and why I keep going back every time she comes to Fort Collins and dragging as many people as I can with me: she's real, she's honest, and she's hilarious. Her voice is childlike and innocent at times, but other times speaks with an honesty that can only come through heartache and loss. We're around the same age and she's a single woman too, and I really connect with her songs in that way, but I don't think they're limited at all to just a 30-something year old single women audience.
After Dave died, I listened to "Wish You Well" over and over again. When I need a good soundtrack for my life song, I listen to "Sweeter Than This" over and over again. When I'm lonely and think I'll be single for the rest of my life, I can't get enough of "Sumatra." And when I'm stopped at a train, I put on "Jenny Lynn" because it always reminds me of this Fort Collins show from a few years ago when a train came by right as she started this song. Hilarious moment. Basically, no matter what is going on in life, I can find a Katie Herzig song to sing along with.
Speaking of trains, I tried to make Runaway Train listen to Katie when I was with him in his country a few months ago, before things completely unraveled. It was Sunday afternoon and we were at the beach. It had been a hard weekend and I was leaving the next day. But I wanted to share Katie's music with him because of how deeply I connect to her songs. So I shoved an earbud in his ear and cranked up "Lost and Found" from her new album Waking Sleep, which you can get on iTunes (shameless plug - did I mention I'm on her Street Team? It means I do things like blog about her, post facebook statuses about her shows, and go to the venue beforehand to make sure they are displaying her posters. Did I mention I'll be signing autographs tomorrow? You know you want one.)
He politely listened and took the earbud out of his ear before the next song began. That should have been the clue for me then and there that there was no future for us. I asked him if he liked the song and he said, "it was fine and it's nice that you like it." Uh, no. Wrong answer.
Not surprisingly when things came to a screeching halt with him two and half weeks later, "Lost and Found" turned out to be the most appropriate song to listen to over and over and over again as I started the process of moving on. Now you get to listen to it too!
I asked Katie to play this song for me tomorrow night and she said she would. Granted, she would have played it anyway, but I'm going to pretend like she's playing it for me and it wouldn't have crossed her mind to play it if I hadn't requested it. And I will think about Runaway Train and be grateful for the brief moments we had and even more grateful that God firmly shut that door because He knows what's best for my life and I trust Him.
Because I feel so strongly that you won't be able to resist Katie's charms if you hear her just once, I am giving away a free ticket to tomorrow's show. That's right - my blog is now the cool place you can go to win free prizes. Next week I'll be giving away my cat Charlie to an unsuspecting lucky reader.
To win, you have to be the person who writes the third comment on this blog. That's all. You can thank me later when I'm signing autographs at the show.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
My very dear friend Jessie moved to California in the wee hours of the morning today. It sucks. I really feel like someone should have told me how hard it is to be an adult and pay bills and have the people you love die and have other people you love move away to another state. Maybe people did tell me this but I thought they were lying or that I knew everything because I was 15 or 19 or 23 and that those things would never happen to me. My bills would get paid by magic, people would live forever and stay within a five mile radius of me for my whole life.
Unfortunately, that is not how life has panned out as evidenced by how Jessie and I stood awkwardly in the parking lot of her condo complex last night attempting to say goodbye while her dog whined and ran in circles around our legs, peeing on every bush he could reach, as I bawled, somewhat hysterically.
All day today I've had the Boyz II Men song "It's so Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" stuck in my head. My friend Paige would insist that Boyz II Men songs are the only appropriate songs for any circumstance one might find herself in, and today I would agree with her. The other 364 days of the year, maybe not so much. I realize it's a breakup song and that Jessie and I are not breaking up, just re-calibrating our friendship to span multiple states, but it seems like the right song for today.
My smart phone could probably figure out how to play the song while you're reading this blog and looking at the following pictures, but I'm not that smart, so you'll get what you get.
Unfortunately, that is not how life has panned out as evidenced by how Jessie and I stood awkwardly in the parking lot of her condo complex last night attempting to say goodbye while her dog whined and ran in circles around our legs, peeing on every bush he could reach, as I bawled, somewhat hysterically.
All day today I've had the Boyz II Men song "It's so Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" stuck in my head. My friend Paige would insist that Boyz II Men songs are the only appropriate songs for any circumstance one might find herself in, and today I would agree with her. The other 364 days of the year, maybe not so much. I realize it's a breakup song and that Jessie and I are not breaking up, just re-calibrating our friendship to span multiple states, but it seems like the right song for today.
My smart phone could probably figure out how to play the song while you're reading this blog and looking at the following pictures, but I'm not that smart, so you'll get what you get.
How do I say goodbye to what we had?
The good times that made us laugh
Outweigh the bad.
The good times that made us laugh
Outweigh the bad.
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| Pretending to be nerds, but if you knew how obsessed we are with Battlestar Galactica, you'd realize we really are. I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.  Is going to lead All I know is where we've been And what we've been through.
If we get to see tomorrow I hope it's worth all the wait It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
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And I'll take with me the memories
To be my sunshine after the rain
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
To be my sunshine after the rain
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
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| You've got it coming to you, CA, if you think you can get in the way of these good friends. |
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Because I Told Erika To
We all know that I started this blog because Erika told me to. But it turns out I have some sway too when it comes to getting people, namely Erika, to do things.
I should mention that I finally stepped up my technology game by succumbing to a smart phone. This decision came immediately after returning home from Haiti, which is possibly the least-technologically saavy place I've ever been, other than the Peruvian jungle.
So I got a Samsung Galaxy SII and I love it. In fact, after I'm done marrying my housekeeper for cleaning the cat hair off of my couches, I'm going to marry my smart phone because it lets me speak grocery lists to it, check my email, and play Angry Birds.
It's also, with the help of my friend and loyal reader Katie Thimgan, introduced me to the magical world of Draw Something. Seriously, if you have a smart phone and you have not yet friended me on Draw Something, our real life friendship is on the way down. My code name is rac003. Consider this an open invitation to play this magical game with me.
Anyway, Erika also got a smart phone around the same time I did. This is fitting since we had the exact same dumb phone before, some silly looking red phone that only did things like text and make phone calls. Now we're all cool with our smart phones and we do things like go for bike rides and use our Map It app to tell us how far we've gone and then we take pictures of our bike ride with Instagram and put them on facebook. We're so awesome and hip together.
Erika owed me one. This whole blog thing has been a crazy, wild success beyond my wildest, craziest dreams (I have 12 followers!!! Yes!!!!) I started this blog for her so I felt she needed to start something for me. That's where Draw Something comes in. After some mild coercion post-amazing bridal shower, I convinced Erika to join the magical world of Draw Something with me. And she did. Because I told her to. See how this works?
Thanks to my smart phone, I've been able to document some of our more classy Draw Something interactions, and I'm confident all of you loyal readers out there are eager to see them as well. So without further ado, welcome to the Draw Something world of Robin and Erika. Because Robin told Erika to.
But she does know who (or should I say what) Jacob from Twilight really is:
For those Fort Collins dwellers, you might be familiar with Walrus Ice Cream. I was trying really hard to draw a walrus and then gave up and drew some ice cream. Then, in a desperate moment, I just flat-out wrote "walrus" in the drawing (image not shown to protect the innocent). Unabashed cheating is what this game is all about sometimes.
I couldn't be bothered to draw clothes on the hoards of screaming female fans in this picture, but I don't think the boyband minded.
I should mention that I finally stepped up my technology game by succumbing to a smart phone. This decision came immediately after returning home from Haiti, which is possibly the least-technologically saavy place I've ever been, other than the Peruvian jungle.
So I got a Samsung Galaxy SII and I love it. In fact, after I'm done marrying my housekeeper for cleaning the cat hair off of my couches, I'm going to marry my smart phone because it lets me speak grocery lists to it, check my email, and play Angry Birds.
It's also, with the help of my friend and loyal reader Katie Thimgan, introduced me to the magical world of Draw Something. Seriously, if you have a smart phone and you have not yet friended me on Draw Something, our real life friendship is on the way down. My code name is rac003. Consider this an open invitation to play this magical game with me.
Anyway, Erika also got a smart phone around the same time I did. This is fitting since we had the exact same dumb phone before, some silly looking red phone that only did things like text and make phone calls. Now we're all cool with our smart phones and we do things like go for bike rides and use our Map It app to tell us how far we've gone and then we take pictures of our bike ride with Instagram and put them on facebook. We're so awesome and hip together.
Erika owed me one. This whole blog thing has been a crazy, wild success beyond my wildest, craziest dreams (I have 12 followers!!! Yes!!!!) I started this blog for her so I felt she needed to start something for me. That's where Draw Something comes in. After some mild coercion post-amazing bridal shower, I convinced Erika to join the magical world of Draw Something with me. And she did. Because I told her to. See how this works?
Thanks to my smart phone, I've been able to document some of our more classy Draw Something interactions, and I'm confident all of you loyal readers out there are eager to see them as well. So without further ado, welcome to the Draw Something world of Robin and Erika. Because Robin told Erika to.
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I draw a mean Bob Ross. It turns out, Erika has never heard of Bob Ross. Or Ryan Seacrest, who I tried to draw immediately after Bob. |
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| Yeah, that's a shark fin in my drawing of surfing. And yes, the surfer's arm has been chomped off. |
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| Erika was paying attention when she watched The Notebook. |
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| Erika threw this one at me. Obviously it's Conan O'Brien. Duh. |
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| No explanation needed here. |
For those Fort Collins dwellers, you might be familiar with Walrus Ice Cream. I was trying really hard to draw a walrus and then gave up and drew some ice cream. Then, in a desperate moment, I just flat-out wrote "walrus" in the drawing (image not shown to protect the innocent). Unabashed cheating is what this game is all about sometimes.
But Erika surprised me by guessing walrus before I wrote the cheating winning answer down. It was impressive, and I told her so.
At first, this drawing was just of a naked bald person holding something that was apparently shooting daggers at her neck. What is it? So I threw a red dress on her to make it obvious.
Erika appreciated that.
I couldn't be bothered to draw clothes on the hoards of screaming female fans in this picture, but I don't think the boyband minded.
This is how I'm going to feel if you don't become my Draw Something friend after reading this blog.
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