Wednesday, November 25, 2009

My Family

Tonight...the night before Thanksgiving...I get to my parents apartment at 11:45. I sit some bangin food, and then my Dad asks me, "Hey Ben, you wanna go bowling?" To which I respond, "Naw."

He then turns the t.v. on to reveal my "family's" new Christmas present...a Wii.

Excitement filled the room as we picked our "Wiis" and proceeded to bowl.

But now...for the best part of the whole night. Me and my sister were talking junk to each other (of course). My mom walks up in front of the t.v. for her turn to bowl...walking past me on the way to her "spot"...and to shut me up...

She farts in my face...

And you wonder where I get it from...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wisdom from a 7 year old.

At Windy Gap this past weekend, I got to hang out with a 7 year old I used to babysit...Noah Hancock...Yes, THE Noah Hancock.

Well, we were leaving the club room, and this dude from Goldsboro, Scott Stafford, yelled at Noah, "Noah, you're the man!"

Jokingly, I looked at Noah and said, "Noah, say 'Hush up Scott!'"

With a surprised look on his face, he said, "No."

"Why?" I said.

He replied, "Because, then I WOULDNT be the man."

Dang it.....I'm so immature.

Asher and Lucy

I live with a 5 year old and a 3 year old.

I actually room with the 5 year old.

His name is Asher.

Hers is Lucy.

They are two of the best things that have happened to me in the past 4 years that I've been in Asheville.

Tonight...After a few beautiful running/jumping hugs...some kisses good night...along with the unexpected, but equally as glorious, child flatulation...I got to thinking...

Here are two kids, that I could essentially tell them everything. (whether they listen or not)

I would tell them about things that have hurt me in the past. Or ways I have hurt others. I could tell them about all the good times I want to remember, or all the bad times I wish I could forget. I could tell them my deepest darkest secrets...

...and I bet you all the money in the world, that in the next few minutes following my story, I would here these words in broken, southern, 5 and 3 year old vocabulary...

"Ben, I wuv you...I wuv you so much."

They don't even realize, that's helped me through some tough stuff. And they don't care. And I love it.