Fun fact: I generally enjoy scraping the remaining meat off a leftover rotisserie chicken. I guess that’s how you can tell I’m not a vegetarian?
In any case, it feels productive. And it usually leads to a convenient batch of “homemade” chicken salad. (“Homemade” becauseI didn’t grow the chicken, so saying “homemade” feels a little fabricate-y.)
When making “homemade” chicken salad, one must have the proper proportion and distribution of mayonnaise and seasonings. (Go ahead and BE your fancy self and ADD those cranberries, ma’am! I just decided to keep it simple…and I don’t think we had cranberries.)
The mayo (doesn’t it feel intimate to give an inanimate condiment a nickname?) was added, and it was time to season.
I’m REALLY thankful my body lets me eat salt, because I have a friend who has to pretty strictly limit her salt intake right now, and I was thinking of her as I added my lil pink Himalayan sea salt and other seasoning mix to the salad.
Can you imagine a world with limited–or NO–salt?
I can’t. (I mean, my imagination is prettttty active and I could probably get there, but that’s not the point.)
Salt is great because it doesn’t just change the dish it’s going into; it shines a light on the flavors already in it.
When you make a bowl of oatmeal and put in your typical cinnamon, sugar, etc, adding a pinch of salt actually helps magnify the cinnamon.
When you salt something, everything benefits.
I think I was about 11 when I started thinking of acting as something I wanted to do for my life, and not just as a “thing” or activity.
One of the reasons I wanted to act and, Lord-willing, expand my platform, was to be a godly role model to anyone who watched me.
Now, that’s a lot of pressure, and I am quite imperfect, but that was such a beautiful opportunity in my mind, and I had a theme verse for acting that really helped illustrate that goal for me:
You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
Matthew 5:14-16
I love the idea of being the person who gets to shine and point people to Jesus. SO cool!
Right before that verse, in Matthew 5:13, Jesus talks about salt:
You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
Christians are “the salt of the earth”.
Most times when I read verse 13, I think, “Ok, I like cooking–so salt adds some flavor to the world and kinda makes it more colorful. Cool.”
But it’s more than that.
Because, when the salt does it’s thing and lets loose, the cinnamon gets to shine brighter, too.
But, when the salt loses its saltiness, it’s not only not seasoning the dish; it’s hampering the cinnamon, too.
I recently made a “Happy Graduation” video (#covidlife) for a sweet friend who just graduated high school. In the video, I felt inspired to share what God had revealed to me lately about the “light of the world” portion of Matthew 5: that it instructs/commands us to “let” our light shine.
“Let” as in “it takes effort, so you have to choose”.
I encouraged my friend to be intentional about letting his light shine. Because, for me, it can be really easy to get lazy or scared or a million other excuses and just not let my light shine. Maybe I feel like it needs to be polished first, or I feel like the room’s so dark that uncovering my light would hurt everyone’s metaphorical eyes too much.
Whatever the case, letting that light do its thing is usually prefaced by a decision on your part. And the same goes for salt. I love how Jesus is just like, “Hey, you ARE the salt and light. Like you just are. So what are you going to do about it?”
So? What are you going to do about it?
Mr. Cinnamon down the street is counting on you–his seasoning needs a little extra salt love.
The clouds were unflinching and bleak, the temperature mild.
Debbie Allen’s Instagram live salsa class was about to start, and I had my oversized Smartwater and speaker ready.
And then, the sun came out.
And I realized (for not the first time that day) that the scheduling of just about every plan I have right now takes second place to sunshine time, aka being outside and getting vitamin d.
Thankfully (in a way), Ms. Allen’s class wasn’t streaming well on my phone, and I was antsy to get outside anyway, so I skipped her generous offer of a free dance class and practically bolted out our back door.
Outside, seemingly everyone in the neighborhood—whole semi-chaotic families to focused, single joggers—was out to drink in the sweet sunlight, too.
During an *interesting* time of trying to do cardio on the uneven grass (and mud) below our deck, I started noticing the trees behind me.
We’ve lived in this house since I was in middle school, and those trees have, as a result, grown quite a bit since then.
Semi-side note: I love a good climbing tree. And I love tree climbing. And, when you pair those two together, something very Bridge to Terabithia crossed with (a non-violent) The Hunger Games stirs in my soul.
Climbing trees is just a lovely, magical activity to me.
But, as a (young-ish) adult, it’s just…not something I do a lot?
But, let me tell you. That *interesting* dance cardio session proved more useful than I thought, because it gave me a new angle through which to see our backyard trees, and I had an epiphany: They turned into a couple of serious climbing trees, tall, thick, and steady.
So, when that workout ended, you better believe that I was READY to climb those trees.
I did my scoping out, searching for a generously-spaced patch of ‘Point A’ climbing space with minimal obnoxious mini-branches. Then I got set in my initial footing and took off.
How freeing. How fun! Just me and the tall tree, whispering to me to, safely, climb a little higher.
(For the tree’s sake, I feel like I should clarify that it wasn’t whispering with evil intent. It wanted me to be safe. “Whispering” can kinda go both ways, from sweet and tender to super creepy…and when you add in that the person speaking in that way is no person at all but a tree, that just makes it all the worse.)
(Also, is it worth me clarifying that I don’t actually think trees can speak? #themoreyouknow)
I reached my peak.
I’d gotten about level with the deck door (about 15 feet off the ground, maybe?).
Not very high, really, but I was surprised to see how far I’d gotten.
I was also surprised at the subtle fear of heights that suddenly tried to sneak in my mind.
In general, yes, I’ve had anxiety about heights before. But, from ~15 feet up in a tree? It seemed a little silly.
So, I did what any normal 20*AHEM*-something person would do.
I straddled the tree like a koala.
Because, logic.
And normalcy.
And then God got me thinking, as I sat with my arms and legs wrapped comfortably around the tree trunk that stood smack dab in front of my whole body.
Yes, it was a wee bit scary being high up in a tree. But I trusted its steadiness; I wasn’t worried about it being
weak or
hollow or
fake.
That trunk was strong. And, the closer I got to its root, the safer I felt.
Climbing higher and higher was a step of faith for me. The air seemed different up there (Miss Overdramatic), and the trunk seemed to sway just the slightest bit (which, as you can imagine, was really cute. #not).
Yet, when I wrapped myself around that tree trunk, I felt like I was clinging to something strong and steady.
Something a little like my Heavenly Father.
This quarantine time is flat-out crazy and scary for many.
I’m so thankful I have my Savior to cling to. God and His truth (the root, I think, if we’re sticking to that analogy) never change. They are 100% reliable. They are literally the only thing I can trust with my entire soul and being to be infallible, because I know that, as a Christian, everything that happens to me God will use for my good. That’s a promise that I believe He will keep.
So, as I journey on this thing called life and navigate these specific things called Coronavirus, social distancing, and now quarantine, I want to climb up wisely, clinging like a koala to the Truth and the love of my (unlike higher up in a tree) totally unwavering Father.
The salvation of the righteous comes from the LORD;
He is their stronghold in times of trouble.
Psalm 37:39
I hope you feel God with you today. He loves you. Ask to feel/notice His presence today.
As His children, we are never truly alone, quarantined or not.
Cling to Him. Be a koala.
p.s. Did you spot koala-me in the tree? (yay rhymes)
If I had $5 for every time my mom has passionately interrupted my caveman-like focus on eating a cold chicken nugget after work–“It’s better warmed up” spoken with a passive-aggressive smile, through clenched teeth, as she nudges past me to the fridge–and I’ve rolled my eyes or groaned in response…
…I’d be quite rich.
I was thinking about that today, as I journaled about my future husband.
(If PSLs–that’s pumpkin spice lattes to non-millennials–with UGGs and scarves are the epitome of a basic white girl, then journaling about your future husband, adding in an ankle-length skirt for good measure–is the epitome of a basic Christian homeschooler girl.)
I’ve entered that season where pretty much every peer I know is either engaged or married (I’m exaggerating, but sometimes it does feel that way).
It’s great for them, and I hope their marriages are truly blessed! But it’s also like, “Hey, I’m just sitting on this bean bag chair eating peanut butter pretzels and listening to Single Ladies…just put a RING ON IT,” too.
I might feel ready. And I might see a guy who might not meet the necessary standards (for me, loving and following Jesus) but has a couple really cool qualities, and I might feel tempted to settle. But it’s like God’s standing next to me, holding open the microwave door, shaking His head at my settling-ness. He knows just how much better the man He has for me is (but not that He doesn’t love the one I might consider settling for), so watching me give little pieces of my heart away to others is just sad. (A little eye-roll-y, too, I bet.)
Every time I let my desire for marriage get to a point where I’m emotionally giving away those little heart chunks to guys who just don’t need it, that’s one less whole part of me that I’m offering to my future man.
Pause. There’s a whole message about saving yourself for your spouse in here that I’m not really going to hit on today. Just know that, as Christians, we serve a God of grace and truth, who loves us more than anyone. If you’ve done things–or things have been done to you (and there’s a world of difference there)–that you feel make you less “whole” or less worthy, just know that God doesn’t love you any less for that, and you are no less of a person. Just begin again, confessing to Him (if needed–see “world of difference” above), covered in His grace, today.
This floated around Facebook a while back. Think what you will about the physical depiction of Jesus…it still impacted me.
I thought about how, the more I’m like, “Okay, God! Go ahead and bring that man to me now, por favor,” and then I feel my heart start to settle for someone who doesn’t hit the main future hub goal, the more I miss the better gift God has for me. And, to clarify, sometimes that “better gift” doesn’t look like something that I think I want or even need. But, news flash, God knows and loves us better than we do ourselves, and I’m incredibly thankful for that.
Also, waiting (not just romantically; in so many aspects of life) is a gift: waiting on the reply, the post-graduation job, the [insert your scenario here]. It totally doesn’t feel that way sometimes, but, hey, we’re learning to embrace and learn from it, aren’t we?
So, back to the metaphor-type thing from before.
Those cold chicken nuggets are edible, yes. (This metaphor is kinda eww now.)
But, when I wait 20 seconds for the microwave to heat them up, they’re loads better. (My mom is screaming in victory.)
My okay-ness with settling for the lesser nugget is laughable and not a little embarrassing. Thankfully, someone who lived a LOTTA years before me struggled with that first.
Back in Genesis 25, there were two brothers who knew a couple things about food.
One–Esau, the older–knew it would satisfy his outta-control hunger pains.
The other–Jacob, the younger–knew Esau’s hunger pains would overshadow the older’s common sense…or lack thereof? (But also, being hangry is a THING.)
The moment Esau got home from a hard day’s work, he wanted sustenance PRONTO.
And, in that moment, Jacob wanted a really big thing from Esau, but he figured he probably couldn’t get it unless he outsmarted (and majorly manipulated) his older brother.
SO, Chef Jacob made some “red stew” (sounds tempting, amiright? I’m guessing the author of Genesis 25 wasn’t a menu-writer…but I’m just spit-balling here), knowing that Esau would be SO stinkin’ hungry that he’d do anything to get that stew.
Honestly, this story is so dramatic. But, like I said, hangry-ness is real. You thought that was a 21st century term. Oh, no–it’s pretty much biblical.
What happen next? Jacob asks Esau for the thing–Esau’s birthright–and Esau (did I mention drama?) says, “Look, I am about to die. What good is the birthright to me?”
So Esau gives Jacob his birthright in exchange for the ole stew.
Once again, this is kind of an “Ew” metaphor, but my thing is, I’ve been convicted to put a better guard on my heart for my future dude. Those chicken nuggets just shouldn’t be the satisfier of my hunger when I’m seconds away from making them exponentially more tasty. (Still ew, I know.)
I’m not sure how to end this, so I’ll just do so in the very most cheesiest way, just for funsies.
Wait for your nugget. He’s better warm.
(I’m dying)
Some good nuggets (oh, nuggets of truth *cringe*):
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9
…we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Romans 5:2-4
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
Romans 12:12
Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
-Ephesians 3:20-21
Happy waiting!
*Cue simultaneous playing of “We’re All in this Together” and “Single Ladies”*
Each week of the series, we’ll get to hear from someone in my life who…
1. Has a dream
2. Is actively pursuing that dream
We’ll also hear what they have to say on their relationships with Christ, and on the relationship between God & their dreams.
I really hope we all learn from these fabulous people.
(I might be *slightly* biased, but I think they are indeed fabulous.)
. . .
This week’s interviewee is Margaret Tant.
Margaret is a very dear sister-in-Christ to me. We’ve been close friends for about 3-4 years now, and she is such an inspirational, joyful blessing to have in my life.
This was a super last-minute interview, but I’m so glad I got to interview her!
If I may be so bold (I mean, you literally put this in bold, so that doesn’t seem like a problem for you, Q), please stay until the end. We had some very special guests “hijack” the interview, and their responses are quite good.
I love this family.
Margaret as Rebecca Shackelford in Remember the Goal
Setting the scene: We’re sitting in comfy chairs in Margaret’s living room.
Two very active on-lookers/commentators (namely, Margaret’s 14 and 8-year old sisters) join us.
I’m playing my daily Spotify mix in the background. It’s a lively time to be alive.
Quinnterested: What’s your dream?
Margaret: Pursuing film, something to do with music, and [to] write a book someday.
Quinnterested: How do you feel about those dreams?
Margaret: Really excited. I always have wanted to do stuff in politics, but, the more acting I’ve done, I realize that that might be my dream, more than politics.
Quinnterested: Why?
Margaret: It’s just something about singing and acting [that] is freeing–it’s liberating. This is so cliche, but you just can express yourself in a way that you can’t with anything else.
Quinnterested: Why do you think you gravitate towards those creative outlets?
Margaret: Again, it’s cliche, but I like telling stories and being able to recreate characters in my own unique way. Rather than picturing how a certain actor would portray it, I want to portray it in my own way.
Sometimes acting is not acting. I’m learning how to truly act and respond in a way that’s authentic to yourself. Don’t think about how Chris Hemsworth might read this script–think about how you read it.
Quinnterested: How have you seen God open doors for your dreams?
Margaret: Obviously the first big role ever was RTG (Remember the Goal), and that was honestly a God-thing, because it honestly just fell in my lap. I was busy, and my friend just texted me about the audition, and I was like, “I’ll audition.” …I didn’t think I’d get it. That was honestly the biggest door that opened, and I think I also realized my passion for [acting].
And, since then, [another open door is] just having good people around you and a great network who care about you as an actor–my agent is constantly giving me tips.
Quinnterested: How do you take steps to pursue your dreams?
Margaret: I submit for everything I can find that seems good. I use social media a lot to navigate all that. You have to always be on top of it and seek [opportunities] out.
Quinnterested: How do you find the balance between pursuing acting jobs and letting God lead?
Margaret: I feel like it’s really hard to hear [God leading], unless there are certain circumstances where you can see that. If I got the opportunity to do a film but there were scenes that I wouldn’t want to portray, that would probably be my boundary.
Quinnterested: How do you draw those boundaries?
Margaret: I mean, gosh. I wouldn’t want to portray anything that goes against the Bible. It has to line up with biblical principles, and there’s no compromising on that. But that doesn’t always mean just being in the Christian film industry, because I think you can make an even bigger impact in Hollywood.
Quinnterested: What impact do you want to make?
Margaret: Just a positive, uplifting impact. I want to speak truth.
Quinnterested: Tell me more about the book.
Margaret: Good question. I’ve always wanted to write a book of some sort. I don’t think it would be a biography…*Margaret inserts straight-forward comment about how she thinks her life is, apparently, boring (note: it’s not)*…but maybe about an opportunity I had, or about how something impacted me in a certain way. I don’t know what it would be on. *Margaret continues to brainstorm* Or maybe a devotional.
Quinnterested: Has anyone ever discouraged you from pursuing your dreams?
Margaret: Honestly, we’re all our own biggest critics. I haven’t vocalized that dream [of writing a book] to a ton of people, because I know it’s a dream that will probably happen later, because I’m not focused on that right now.
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flack from people. But, I will acknowledge it’s not an easy process–making your dreams come alive. You can’t really listen to other outside voices–you just kinda have to go for it and ignore those other people.
Quinnterested: What one word/sentence would you share with someone who’s afraid of pursing their dream?
Margaret: We’ve all been afraid at some point of doing something or starting something new. You can either live in that fear for the rest of your life, or just go for your dreams right now, [saying] “If I fail, I fail.” I don’t even like saying it’s failing. Failing is just [part of] the journey. I would just say go for it. We’re all scared of stuff…don’t be afraid of failing. If you are, you’re not gonna go through with what you’re gonna do.
Quinnterested: Anything else?
Margaret: One more thing about fear: Once you push through your fear, it’s very liberating. There’s a lot of freedom on the other side of that. If you get through one fear, your confidence level goes up.
Quinnterested: How does your faith help you be fearless?
Margaret: Most people who are afraid to fail. But your identity is not in your failures, or in what you’re trying to do. Your identity is in Christ. You fail everyday; That’s inevitable. I think [it’s important to] just realize that, at the end of the day, your failures don’t define you.
. . .
At this point, Margaret’s sisters were pretty much answering every question while Margaret was.
So we thought it’d be a good time to turn the tables and hear from them.
Quinnterested: Anything you have to add?
Lauren (14): My dream is to become an EMT, just because I love it and I want to help the world in this way. I don’t care if I’m famous or not. I’m not very grossed out by the sight of blood.
In the future, I think there’ll be more robots working than people. I could totally like go against everything–how they’re going to change the world. If people right now pursue their dreams, some people have dreams that they can actually help the world stay how it is now.
When you want to pursue your dreams, it will help the world, no matter what you want to do. If you want to become a health inspector at a factory–that can really help the world. Do it. Pursue your dream, no matter what it is. *Spoken from the heart* (Lily Kate, Margaret’s 8 year-old sister, sarcastically comments)
Lauren (cont.): Whenever I have a dream, I go for that dream. I don’t let anything stop me.
Yeah, well, you’ll see. If I fail, *I don’t think I have yet* Lauren matter-of-factly comments, I will start again, and then keep trying until I do it.
Like Thomas Jefferson with the lightbulb. *Wait, did he do the lightbulb?* We then pause and have an anxious discussion about who invented the lightbulb.
Lauren (cont.): He tried 100 times, I think, and then, on the 99th time, he got it right. Look at us now: We’d probably lived in a pitch black world. He literally changed the world. If I stick with my dreams, I could change the world.
*Lily Kate (LK), who, technically, was promised an interview before Lauren was, decides to add her questions to the interview mix*
LK: What would your dream be if you could do it at home?
Lauren: Homeschool your kids
LK: Can you go to private school?
Lauren: Yeah, but they’re still not the best place.
LK: What inspired you to be an EMT?
Lauren: Well, I really like the medical field, and I’ve seen a lot of shows where the nurses are stressed out–I can deal with that stress. I could totally operate surgery. Of course, I’d be scared if the patient I’m operating on died, but I wouldn’t be stressed out–I’d be calm the whole time. Calm is way better than stress. Calm is when you’re thinking about what you need to do and it’s good. Stress is when you’re like thinking about what could go wrong. It’s not the best thing to have on your mind when you’re doing a really serious surgery. Obviously I can’t go work in a hospital right now, but, being an EMT right now—you don’t have to be a trained nurse to do it. If you’re in a situation where you see someone who got in a really bad car accident and you can fix that, and the ambulance won’t get there in time and you know they’re gonna die, helping them could either save their life or not do anything. Like, I could be doing EMT work now–hospitals and ambulances are not everywhere.
We snuck in Lily Kate’s interview before she went to take a bath (and to belt loudly, radiating passionate lyrics from the second floor to the rest of the house, while preparing to bath).
Quinnterested: What’s your dream?
Lily Kate (8): To be a famous gymnast. I do [think I can pursue my dream]. Well, I taught myself how to a cartwheel at four and a round off at four.
*Lauren has now taken over asking similar interview questions, so I can focus on typing…or just because she wanted to…Either way, I’ll take it.*
Lauren: How have you taken steps to pursue your dream? [And maybe another question?]
Lily Kate: Right now, I just want to practice it so whenever I am famous, I can be really good and not mess up. Also, I’m trying to save up [money] to turn our toy room into a gym room.
Lauren: [Something about how being a gymnast will affect LK’s life]
Lily Kate: It’ll affect me by a lot, because you can win a lot of stuff, and I like winning.
Lauren: What do you like about it?
Lily Kate: I really like it because it’s risk-taking, which I love doing, but it’s also safe, because you have mats, but whenever you move up you don’t, so that’s the risk-taking part.
*It’s a little spicy. Got a little kick.* Lily Kate comments on the chicken she’s eating on a fork like a popsicle right now.
Lily Kate (cont.): I want to prove to my sister that I’m actually a good decorator for cupcakes.
*I believe that you’re good, but just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean that accidents aren’t gonna happen. If I have this whole blueprint in my mind, I get very–*
*–protective*
*–protective about it…*
*Back to the interview*
Lauren: When you pursue your dream, what is your end goal? Gymnastics is not really life-saving. What are you gonna do with your dream when you live it out?
Lily Kate: Whenever I live it out, I will probably go into more baking than gymnastics. Just because that’s like the only thing that’s keeping me good. I wanna do baking with my free time, because whenever you do gymnastics and you’re in competitions, you have to do a lot of traveling. If I have the time i will probably bake, but it just depends on how many kids you’ll have. Because, if I’m away, then I don’t have to take care of them.
(Inspired by Lily Kate’s matter-of-fact comment on kids, I extended the interview a little to hear about another dream these three sisters all have.)
Quinnterested: This is a little off-topic, but you all want to get married. What do you look for in a future husband?
Lily Kate: Um, funny. And nice. Cute. Someone I like. *Squeaky giggles*
*Good qualities* Margaret comments
Lily Kate (cont.): Someone that I can have in common stuff with.
Lauren: You don’t want to have too many things in common to where all you do is the things you love. You do want to kinda go off-road and try new things. For example, I want to be a mom, bake, and be an EMT. If he likes other things, then I can like choose to go along with those, if I want, but they’re just more options.
Quinnterested: Other qualities?
Lauren: Sarcastic, like me. But not too sarcastic, where you’re not even sure if he’s being sarcastic or not. I am pretty sarcastic most of the time, but sometimes I am serious. Funny….
Definitely a Christian, but some people are like super Christian; Literally all they do is spend their entire day with this routine. We are given a world to enjoy, and we should actually use the things we are given for praising God instead of all the time praying.
I think the best way to end this most-interesting interview is to leave you with an original (at least, that’s what we’ve been told) quote from—you guessed it—Lily Kate.
“Wishes come true, but not all of us live the dream.”
-Lily Kate, 8 years old
Feel free to do with that what you will. Just remember, you’re on this earth for a reason, and God has given/will give you everything you need to do what He has for you to accomplish.
Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:4
What’s your dream? Comment below with how you’re pursuing it!
Let’s talk about things I know humorously little about: Sports
Sounds educational, amiright?
Sports: From an o u t s i d e r ‘s perspective
Side note: If you don’t know much about sports…don’t learn from me. This is a joke and is (at least mostly) inaccurate. 🙂
Let us begin.
Basketball:
Main Point: Get the ball to the other team as creatively as possible.
How It Works: You run across the court in costume and try to throw the ball to the other team by bouncing it off something called a hoop-pole (which is connected to a rope-net). If the other team catches it on the bounce (off of the hoop-pole), then the team that threw it at the hoop-pole gets a point.
The Highlights: In 1914, a young Michael Jackson won the NLSSH (National Les’ Shoot Some Hoops) championship at the tender age of 5.
The Lowlights: Anytime the team that’s supposed to catch the ball from the hoop-pole strategy doesn’t. It doesn’t go well for anyone.
Baseball:
Main Point: Hit the ball out of the playing arena.
How It Works: You grab the line (a vertical, cone-esque piece of wood used to hit the ball) and wait for your turn to hit the ball outside the arena. Try to use as many lines at a time as possible.
The Highlights: In 2075, Mr. Junior Ritchie hit the ball so far that it touched an alien on Mars. (The alien recovered shortly after.)
The Lowlights: The food served at baseball games–generally undercooked steak and cold leaves of spinach.
Football:
Main Point: Make a human pile
How It Works: You run around a large outdoor area (measured in inches) and hit each other with an oval-cake-shaped leathery thing. You want to throw the leathery thing while jumping onto someone else, as well as to catch the leathery thing while running into someone else.
The Highlights: When the entire team ends up in a pile. So inspiring.
The Lowlights: When the players throw the leathery thing through this fork-shaped goal. Just wasting time! Ugh.
Wrestling:
Main Point: Draw art on the ground with your body
How It Works: Two people step onto the human-sized art palette, which is below their feet. The timer starts, and the two draw invisible art on the floor as creatively as they can. They often get in each other’s way.
The Highlights: When the art floor got sold for $1.5 billion in 2008.
The Lowlights: When the best art that came out of a 40-minute match was a stick man grimacing. It was a little disappointing.
I hope that was entertaining…I entertained myself, so that’s something. 😉
Praise God for senses of humor! He sure has one.
What’s your favorite sport, and what’s the worst definition of it?
Fun fact: I generally enjoy scraping the remaining meat off a leftover rotisserie chicken.
Quinnterested 