Popsicles

This evening was interrupted wonderfully by JoVeta's son and grandson. Sam is the famous grandchild who had part of his finger snapped off in a game of tug of war when the roped broke. Intense I know! I've seen it with my own eyes. It's not as bad as you would think... but it still looks pretty awful. Basically the pad behind the nail of his left ring finger is ripped off (and his finger's broken). Anyway, they came to fix JoVeta's tree which was bent to a 45 degree. Here we all are (minus me since I'm taking the picture). I thought you'd enjoy a picture of JoVeta finally! It's not a great pciture of anyone... but I felt funny snapping too many pictures - I mean I'm not the popparazzi or anything... whew I can't even spell that. So anyway, I had a fun moment... JoVeta went to get stakes and rope so Mike, Sam, and I were hanging out aimlessly. I was furiously trying to figure out some way to make them feel welcome and at home when I remembered we had bought popsicles at the grocery store (my request). I dashed inside and grabbed the box feeling full of trepidation. "I HOPE they'll accept them" I thought, "I always feel so rejected when I try to do something nice and people aren't on the same wavelength". Lucky me, they accepted the popsicles as happily as I gave them. I love this family so much already!

I officially met them on Friday when we dropped by to pick up some things and ended up having a lovely steak, potatoes, and brussel sprout dinner. Mike was delighted that I liked brussel sprouts (thank you grandfather and grandmother). (I had seconds - I must be one of the only people in the world that likes asparagus and spinach and brussel sprouts). They wanted to introduce me to Bridget (she's 21 just like me) but she's a counselor at the camp Sam was at when he injured his finger. However, they convinced her to come home July 1st to meet me which I thought was really sweet since I really am lonely for people my age. I haven't met one yet! I guess lonely wouldn't be quite the right word, because I must say that I'm enjoying this time on my own... but bored would be a good word. There's no one to confide in or laugh like mad with... that's why I eat up my time with the kids at church. Anyway, Bridget and I are apparently a lot alike - she wants to go to Africa and she loves playing soccer too. :)

Here are some more pictures of the house. Mom you're going to smile :)

This is the kitchen - it's the first view I saw coming into the house from the garage.

This is part of the living room. There's a big couch to the left that I'm currently sitting on composing this. I haven't taken pictures of my room yet, but I should. It's really nice. Ok well, that's it for this post. I'll post another one in a minute because there's just so much to catch up on.