G is for Paintballing

Okay, maybe it's not . . . but humor me ;)

So today was my first time paintballing . . . ever! And I'll have to say it was pretty much amazing. I went with a bunch from Pine Ridgers for their yearly trip up to Battle Creek to pummel each other with little balls of wet and colorful goodness. To tell the truth, I had my doubts about the whole day at first. For one, we were scheduled to leave the church at 8 am . . . and the church is about 25 minutes from campus . . . yeah. Second, I had never played before, and I was worried that I would make a complete fool of myself. And third . . . it started to snow/sleet on the way up there, leaving the ground in a muddy, mushy state of existance.

All my fears were relieved, however, the moment I shot a paintball gun for the first time . . . mm-hmm ;) We played several rounds during the course of the day, sometimes church against church (we were there with a Free Methodist Church group), sometimes adult against kids (I counted as an adult! . . . although we were at a slight disadvantage with a 11:40 ratio), sometimes playing capture-the-flag, defend-the-castle, or good ol' eliminitation where the last man standing wins :) Seriously, I can't express how much fun this provided today.

But it did make me think of how there are SO many men and women in our military who find/have in the past found themselves in the line of fire, where the consequences of meeting with a projectile are more that just a blotch of bright-orange paint on their camo. THANK YOU to all our veterans who sacrifice so much of themselves so that we can find ourselves in a place where we can even have the choice to spend the entire morning pelting each other with paint. If you get the chance, give a veteran a hug. Just 10 days until I can give one to mine :) I love you, Daddy!

Tonight was also the Black and White ball, hosted by the Student Activities Board. Well done, SAB! In my opinion, t'was a great success :) Well, happy Sunday, all.

. . . and thank you for humoring me. I thoroughly appreciate it ;)

I'll always remember the song they were playing...

Just to let you all know . . . I like dancing.

Especially waltzing. Craig, my partner for Social Dance, and I have been religiously practicing out waltz routine, and I'm not gonna lie, I think that we're gettin' pretty dang good. I'm looking forward to this weekend. It's going to be a weekend of some serious dancing! Friday night swing, Saturday night Black and White Ball, and then Sunday night Social Dance class event. I'm especially looking forward to Sunday night, because all of us in Social Dance 1 are going to be dancing our waltz routines together, at the same time . . . yeah, it's gonna look pretty sweet. I'm sure my feet are going to go on strike by the end of the week . . . but ehh . . . I don't really care.

Have I mentioned that I like dancing?

The Euphoria of New Socks

I've decided that there's nothing like the feeling of wearing new socks. You know what I mean: them being just a little too fuzzy and just a smidgen too tight. I bought a pack of 10 new pairs over Parents Weekend (they're pretty sweet--classic white with a colored stripe around the ankle--a different color for each pair . . . don't be jealous now . . .) which means that on 10 different days, I was able to experience the delight of slipping on a new pair of socks in the morning. Now, I did try to draw-out the feeling by wearing sandals whenever possible over the last week-and-a-half, but alas, today I opened my drawer to find the last pair, my light blues . . . needless to say, they will be staying on for as long as possible before I go to bed, because putting them on will never be the same again . . .