Happy 20-15 Julie!

Today’s my big sister’s birthday and at work someone asked her if she was still in her twenties and she said, “Yeah, I’m 20-15.”  Good one, Grandma!  She got some new running clothes and modeled them for my blog (see picture below).  The first picture was ASTRONOMICALLY funnier than this one, but she would have killed me if I had posted it because she had this hilarious face that looked sorta like, well, you know when you pause the TV and you just so happen to pause it when someone is talking, and their mouth is all twisted and one eye is closed and you go, I can’t believe there is a moment in time when my face looks like that!  Yeah, it was like that.  Hilarious.  Sorry I can’t post it here, but it will forever be on my iPhone for when I need to remember not to take life too seriously (like, for example, every day this week).  Here’s the funny, but significantly less funny picture:

Practice Run

So since today is Julie’s birthday, Dan and I left Columbus right when I was done with work and minutes after Dan had stepped off of an airplane.  We headed straight for Canton and the Central/Aquinas game (big small Catholic school rivalry).  We got to see my niece, Katie, perform as head majorette.  Here she is after the half time show (sorry about the lighting):

We are definitely related.

Then, the craziest thing happened.  I ran into my best friend from grade school, Jina with a J!  I haven’t seen Jina since I was 15 years old.  We were the craziest little pair that made up radio shows and disgusting songs about toe jam, watched Willow, Children of the Corn and Drop Dead Fred until we knew all of the lines, and nicknamed each other Ding-a-ling (Jina) and Ling Ding (me).  So, she sees me and I barely recognize her and we scream and start talking so fast I pretty much forget it’s 2009.  I was transported back to 1994 when we sat in the back of my dad’s station wagon and waved to strangers just to see their discomfort.  Ah, those were the days.  Crazy and carefree.  I need to wave to strangers more often.  She pulls me over to see her dad (who I always thought was the greatest) and she says, “Dad, guess who?” and he looks for a second and goes, “Ling Ding?!”  Ha.  Yep, that’s me.

Oh no, not gladiolas!