Birthday Bliss

So today is coach's birthday.  He is technically 7 but really 28.  His birthday is the 29th of February so he has to wait for a leap year to celebrate his real birthday.

Last night, two of the girls on the team and I decorated his car with balloons and protein drinks.  We didn't want to get too crazy because we were afraid he would make us have 6 am practices for the rest of the semester.

It turned out well.

This afternoon we took a cake to coach.  As the team knocked on the door, he answered as he was on the phone, of course.  He was surprised though 

and happy.  He loved it. 

 

And tonight, the girls are going out to CiCi's to bond.  I have a bet with Amanda to see who can eat the most pieces of pizza.  Whoever loses buys the winner dinner.  I want a free dinner because we all know how frugal I am...

Singled Out

Sometimes I struggle with settling when it comes to guys.  I know what I want and I know that God has the perfect guy out there for me.  But at the school I go to, most of the good guys are taken or non-existent.  Then the what ifs start.  What if there isn't a perfect guy for me.  What if all the really good guys are taken.  What if my standards are too high.  What if I'm meant to be single forever.  What if, what if, what if...

Last Sunday, my Sunday-school class began a series on dating based on the book of Solomon.  The advice the video gave on finding the perfect spouse was this:

Run as hard after Jesus as you can and then look beside you.  If you see someone there, wave at them and keep running.  Later, look again and if that person is still there, invite them to come run with you because marriage is about running after God with someone going at the same pace (equally yoked).

Now, hearing this made me realize that maybe lately, I have been too focused on being single and not focusing enough on God and my relationship with him.  I feel like I have been putting all my time and energy into everything but God.

I believe that when my priorities fall into the right place and can stay there, God will introduce me to the guy he has chosen just for me.

becoming the moonboot

I suppose some of you would like to hear the story of how the moonboot got started.  It's very simple really.

About a year ago I got a stress fracture in my left foot and the doctor gave me a lovely boot to wear.  I began wearing it at the end of summer and at the beginning of the school year, I wore it still.

During class one day, a girl commented on how it looked like a moonboot. Another student started calling me that and the name quickly caught on.    

Moonboot became my official nickname the day one of my professors called me moonboot without realizing it.

 

Moonboot expanded to more than just a name.  It now has its own theme song and logo. Rumors say there is a music video in the works involving an orange jumpsuit with white go go boots.    

But that's just a rumor...