nashvegas, surprises, and geocaching.

If every weekend were a three-day weekend I would never complain.

Friday and Saturday I went down to Nashville for one of my best friend’s weekend bachelorette trip. We had such a great time and I don’t think I’ve laughed that much in a long, long time. Friday night, we went to dinner and around to various bars on the Broadway strip. Practically every bar has live music there and it’s almost always country (go figure!).  We went to a karaoke bar, but there was an hour before our group would be called up. We met a guy that asked us to come up on the stage with him to be his backup singers. He was performing “this is how we do it”. Classic. Here’s the video in case you were curious.

Later we ran into Jamie Lynn Spears at one of the bars…no big deal. Apparently she lives in Nashville now and is back and forth between there and Louisiana. She was nice about getting a picture with us, though. She looks a LOT like Britney in this picture, too.

Leigha and I with Jamie Lynn

Saturday afternoon we did a scavenger hunt and those are always fun, right? Wrong. It felt like an enormous heat wave hit at the exact hour we headed out the door. Just kidding, the scavenger hunt was actually a lot of fun, I just like to complain. That evening, we went out to dinner again to the Melting Pot (fondue)…mmmmm! It was delicious. And again, we went out to various bars after that. We ended up finding a bar that played rap music. Trust me, I’m not normally in to rap music, but when it comes to dancing, there’s only so many country songs you can groove to.

Sunday morning, we all drove back to our homes and I met Chris in time for church since I only had an hour drive. After church he told me we were going on a picnic and then he had a surprise for me. I love surprises. Our picnic was nice. And sweet. And cute. After that, we headed up this country road and pulled up to a winery. It was really neat there. They took us on a tour of their facility and even let us pick fresh fruit off their vines/trees/plants. They actually grow all of their fruits used in their wines and don’t just add the fruit flavored juice at the end. So their wine is even more delicious than most.

The date ended with us at the river with Chris fishing and me reading a new book (it’s a new-found hobby). Then we played with crawdads for about an hour. It doesn’t take much to entertain us, but really, those things are neat. And fast.

Tuesday night, two of my friends wanted to go geocaching. If you don’t know much about it, here’s a link to the website: Check it out!

It’s basically like a big, world-wide treasure hunt. We found that one was close to us so we used the gps on someones phone to locate it. We were in the exact spot it described and of the gps coordinates. But no treasure. It had been muggled (gasp!). Muggling is someone who doesn’t understand geocaching and takes one of the objects, not realizing it’s part of a game. So needless to say, it was kind of a major fail. I hope to try again soon, though, and actually find the object. I felt a little bit like Nicholas Cage in National Treasure…only minus the billion dollar treasure at the end.

asante sana, squash banana.

It might just be me, but I feel like here recently there have been a lot of things come up that remind me and make me miss Kenya. I know I was only there three weeks (a far cry from my husband’s five month adventure there), but it was still the best three weeks of my life. I learned so much from the people I encountered and the entire experience itself. I went over to Kenya to help make a difference in THEIR lives and it actually turned out to make a difference in MY life, more than I ever expected.

God is good.

The other day, Chris and I randomly ran into the guy (Dennis) who helped us get to Africa, because his sister started the orphanage we volunteered with. Dennis and Chris met at WKU, a few months before Chris was going to graduate. He decided he wanted to use those five months after graduation to volunteer before starting work. Dennis was a graduate student at WKU who grew up in Kenya, but moved here for education and work.

Every time that I have seen Dennis since our journey to Africa, the memories immediately rush back. All I can think about are those precious kids and their contagious laughs, those adorable smiles and their toothless grins; it almost always brings tears to my eyes.

After talking with Dennis for a while, he introduced us to his friend that was graduating with her Masters from WKU and they invited us to her graduation party. As soon as the words “African food will be there” left his mouth, we were sold. The party was that coming Saturday evening (last Sat.). I was stoked.

When we got to the party on Saturday, they were just about ready to line up for the food. I went through the line and recognized almost every dish on the table. Of course among these was my favorite, chapati (kind of like flatbread). They had goat meat (usually served at special occasions in Kenya – such as christmas and other celebrations), rice (very different tasting from what we’re used to in America), coo coo (chicken), a meat and vegitable mix, and more. I was just so happy to be eating this delicious food again.

It’s funny looking back now, because when I was preparing to leave for Kenya, I thought, “I’m going to lose so much weight while I’m gone. I won’t like any of their food!” Boy, was I wrong. I loved the food! I literally can’t think of one meal I did not like.

Anyways, back to the original point of this post: I MISS KENYA! Everytime I walk into our living room and see the picture of two little boys from the orphanage sitting on our bookshelf, I want to go back. Everytime I pray for Kenya, I want to go back. Everytime I hear someone even mention Africa, I want to go back. I want to go back!

Can you tell I want to go back?

Chris and I are continually praying that the Lord would show us where he wants us to be over the next couple of years. At least I know where my heart is.

PS: Asante sana means thank you very much in swahili. Rafiki was just being silly when he said squash banana in The Lion King.

mamma mia.

Happy Mother’s day to all of the wonderful moms out there, especially the one I call mamma.

wedding day.

I don’t think I have a bigger cheerleader, better friend, or more supportive person in my life than my mom. I’m not saying my other family members and friends aren’t those things, but when I think back to all the years of her raising myself and my sister, I know for a fact my mom sacrificed more than I can ever imagine. She truly put herself last when it came to her baby girls. She was at every sporting event, every play, every musical; every big moment in my life, she was always right there by my side. I’m so blessed to be her daughter and I seriously thank God as often as I can for giving me such a loving, caring, sacrificial, hard-working, Godly woman for a mother. What a great example she has been for her children and it will only be echoed (I pray) as I try to raise my future children the way she did. And that same great example is seen through her marriage to my dad for over 30 years. She’s my hero and she always will be. Thank you mom, for putting up with me for 18 years at home and still putting up with me 6 years later. I love you.

Of course, I made my mom a collage flower pot, too. She loved it!

flower pot #2

got my hurr did.

Last week I got my hair cut and I’ve been meaning to upload a picture, just kept forgetting. I thought I’d snap a quick picture and share (in case anyone was just dyyying to see it).

the new do.

After the race, I was positive I wanted nothing more to do with my long hair. It’s hot and took forever to dry and fix in the morning. I love my short hair; it takes me about 10 minutes to get ready now. Bring it on, hot, humid, muggy, kentucky, summer weather. Bring it.

In other news, Chris and I are playing on our church’s intramural co-ed softball team. We had two games last night. We lost the first one (which we were hanging with them until the last inning when things went a little bonkers). But thankfully, we came back a won the second game. We played different teams each game. I was very pleased with how well everyone played. I think we have a good team and I’m excited to see how the rest of the season goes. Playing all this softball has made me miss it. I played all of my childhood and it brings back some great memories. ::sigh::

Alright, enough of memory lane.

On a completely different note: VACATION to NYC is just 42 days away. hallelujah!

official photo.

They posted the “official” race-day photos on the race website. This was really the only one worth sharing. The rest, I’m either blocked by someone or too far away.

Pretty cool though. Still feeling it in my knees, but I’ve been icing everyday and still trying to take it easy. Hopefully they will heal before too long!