Moments

Do you ever have those little moments of pure freedom? Maybe you have those frequently and you know exactly what I'm talking about. Or maybe you've never had that moment and you feel as though you're being suffocated as you read this. Or perhaps you simply don't care. Regardless, this is my blog so I want to share my 'moment' with you. =)
My 'moment' came on a beautiful warm afternoon...the kind of warm that is subtle, yet readily welcomed by a Florida girl who's experienced one too many consistently chilling days. This warm afternoon, coupled with eating lunch by a lake with friends, led to driving away from the park by myself...windows rolled down, singing in that "I don't care if you can hear me, in fact I really hope you can" voice...driving with my knees, one arm hanging out the window, the other stretched across the front seat, wind tousling my hair. THIS. This was my moment of freedom. I hadn't accomplished anything in particular that day. I hadn't 'rebelled' against authority (to my knowledge) so it wasn't a "bad girl" freedom. It was simply, "I'm free. I'm alive, I am who I am because that's who God made me".

This was my moment. What was yours?

The Epicness of Ice-Blocking

I have NO idea why I never posted this, but here it is nonetheless...

Truly, what I am about to tell you is of the utmost importance, secrecy, and frivolity. You will never experience anything QUITE like ice-blocking, so I shall leave you with detailed instructions.

1. Purchase a block of ice from nearby grocery store

2. Wrap ice block in towel for safe-keeping

3. Drive to nearest golf-course (or otherwise most hilly place in FL)

*NOTE: Ice-blocking is much more effective when executed after sunset...preferably around 10 or 11 pm*

4. Send a scout down the hill to ensure there are no lakes, walls, or other such obstacles before commencing to ice-block

*NOTE: concrete footpaths and iron grates will hinder your journey of ice-blocking*

5. Set the unwrapped ice-block on the ground with the folded towel on top

6. Sit on towel and 'commence to start'

7. Once momentum picks up, lift feet and hands off the ground to ensure increased momentum; balance is required at this point

*NOTE: always see other ice-blockers as a potential threat to your personal ice-blocking experience...steer clear of them...do not run into them. This will result in the 'human snowball effect'*

*NOTE: the hands may be used as brakes, but it is not recommended*

8. In order to end your ice-blocking experience (at the bottom of the hill), simply drive heels into ground to slow the speed of your ice block; or as some may choose, simply throw yourself off the ice-block...not recommended

9. Carry ice-block back up the hill for others to enjoy the epic thrill

*NOTE: the green stains on your hands and clothes will come off...eventually*

*NOTE: soreness the next morning is to be expected; Advil is recommended*

Thus concludes very informative instructions for ice-blocking. If you have any further questions, please do not ask Lindsay. ;)

Note To Self....

When wandering around Downtown Disney with your friends, guard your personal belongings as if you're on the streets of New York...otherwise you will end up like me.

Yes, I was at Downtown Disney this past Friday night with some people from Metro and some people from the Fort Lauderdale church (we had SO much fun!). We were walking out to the parking lot at the end of the night (little did I know it was just the beginning!) when I realized I didn't have my phone on me. The group stopped and we were trying to figure out where I could have left it. Meanwhile, I look over at my sister and was convinced she had it or had given it to someone else as a joke because she was kind of smirking! Turns out she was just smiling....for some reason. ;)

Angie, one of the girls from Fort L called my phone and when she said "hello?" we all stopped to look at her...I totally did NOT expect someone to pick up my phone...don't know why. Anyway, some man had picked up my phone and would curse at my poor friends whenever they tried to call him to find out where he was, and to convince him this wasn't his phone (apparently he sounded, uhh, intoxicated. He finally turned the phone off so we would stop calling him, which caused my persistent, patient friends to resort to texting him, informing him that "this isn't your phoone. My friend lost it in downtown disney. Please call so we can get it back to her." =) We ended up splitting into 2 groups, to backtrack our steps, but to no avail. I filled out a report at Guest Relations but even the guy behind the counter could not offer me any sort of hope when I explained what happened.

So, I was able to get a new phone (after much difficulty with the Verizon fellas) very similar to this one. Thus, the moral of the story is: Never let a drunk guy steal your phone. =P