Another Fact: I round-house kicked a little boy in the face yesterday.
I felt really bad. Rayford was coming down the slope right at me and in my attempt to avoid/push him he swiped my left leg out from under me. Pivoting around on my right leg, caused my left leg to swing out about hip high, striking a little boy in his right cheek. He, and the girl on the sled both seemed to be about four, crashed shortly further down the slope. I rushed to their side to see if I had killed the little fella’. They were both screaming and crying. I asked if they were okay and if their parents were close by. Mom came rushing down the hill to their aid. I felt really bad, she saw it happen from atop the hill. She knew it was an accident and consoled them by saying, “this kind of stuff happens guys, I’m sorry, but when there’s a lot of people out here this can happen.” I apologized and started back up the hill. I felt really bad. I was, and am, worried that the little guy had/has a concussion. Only he and I know how hard the heal of my boot struck him in the face, and I’m telling you most grown people would have been down for the count. It was hard. I just hope the little dude’s okay.
That was yesterday at Cherokee.
Today was much better.
Oh and just to let you know right after Rayford turned the camera off I found yellow snow right at the base of that bush I grabbed those icicles (i spelled that right the first time) from. Could have been dog pee or beer, either way it made me feel weird.
Total there is about 6” of snow and 3” of ice. The ice has caused 600,000 people to be without power from Oklahoma to New England, most of them being in Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Kentucky. Trees and power-lines are buckling under the enormous weight of the ice.
I broke my car free from it’s ice box yesterday and this is what it looked like this morning.
It looks like a winter wonder land here.
It’s pretty and fun, but it comes at a price. Lot’s of fender-benders and no school for the rest of the week, which I do consider a bad start to the semester. They’ve (Southern) canceled classes for the rest of the week because the main campus doesn’t have power. We have a couple friends coming to stay with us as a result.
Despite the cost it has been a fun couple of days, acting like we’re in middle school again and all.
It was supposed to be my second day of classes today.
Not so much though, freezing rain and 3 inches of snow last night leaves me here blogging five minutes after my first class was supposed to start today.
I don’t like getting behind especially this early, but we (me, Rayford, Becca [maybe], Matt and Ashley) are going to hit up Chick-fil-a at 1pm and then Cherokee to see how good the sledding is.
Its supposed to keep up with the freezing rain all day and by tomorrow night have accumulated another 3 inches of snow, that’s six inches total, that’s a lot of snow.
Please be praying for me because I have to deliver pizza tonight, and Paula (my manager) said we keep on delivering until all the drivers can’t deliver anymore. In other words, have a wreck or get stuck. And she said she was joking but I have a feeling it was partly true.
God seriously landed me into one of the most stacked families ever. I am so thankful for my family. I miss them, save Rayford…and Becca (although technically not my family yet, but whatev). Okay first we have the patriarch, Dad (Mike Jarrett aka Pastor Mike), and he’s awesome. He has always been there to love on me, sometime of the tough variety, and guide me in the best possible direction. Then there’s Mom, (Karen Jarrett aka Momma, and Momma J, although not to me, mainly Adam and Laura), and she has always been there as my conscience, asking me questions and making think and stuff, and feel guilty when necessary, and praying for me, 24/7 I’m almost positive. Then Carrie, the eldest of the kids (Carrie Jarr…Robertson aka Carrie Jarrett, on accident, out of habit, also Carrie Berry or Care Bare) and Adam (Adam Robertson aka The Wreckingball). Carrie used to beat me up until I reached puberty, then the tide changed and she turned to getting under my skin about still being able to take me, even though she couldn’t. It worked for awhile, then I just realized how crazy she was. She’s the best big sister ever! Adam is great, I would have chosen anyone else for Carrie in the beginning, but then God showed me how stupid I was and how awesome he actually is. We share a great passion for Root Beer, one could say he is my right hand man when it comes to Root Beer.
This is getting long….sorry.
Next is the Rayford. He’s my roommate as of right now (soon to change as he and I are getting married this summer). I know he’s got my back no matter what. I’m his best man and he’s mine, nough said. Becca, God’s gift to Rayford. Then Sara (Sara Jarrett aka Sara Beth), she is very much like me, I see myself a lot in her, hope that’s not a disappointment to her. People say we have the same eyes. She is just getting started in life and I’m excited to see where she goes. Last is Renee (Renee Jarrett aka Nee Dog) she is the the culmination of all of us. Her intelligence is off the charts, she’s stunningly beautiful, as are the rest of the girls in the family, and good at sports, which I had my doubts early on, boy she proved me wrong.
And if you missed her there in the picture Laura Brocco, soon to be Laura Jarrett, which sounds amazing. I am so thankful for her and I miss her so much. She’s tearing it up this semester 20hrs of classes and a journalism internship, where she’s soon to have her fourth front page story.I miss them all so much. Of course I’m most ready to see Laura and start our new life together, but I also miss my family a lot.
Glenn is the older brother of my roommate John Michael.
I just found out he has a blog.
A blog that he does not tell too many people about, not because he doesn’t want readers, but, I suspect, because he’s just too humble to say, “hey go check out my latest blog at followandlead.blogspot.com,” and because he’s really not into the whole internet community type thing (aka: Facebook or MySpace.)
Glenn is the young adult leader at our church, Bethlehem Baptist, and he is an extremely talented leader, teacher and writer.
If you’re looking for a good word you should follow the link.Oh, and he’ll be on my blog roll from now on.
By the time we left Glenn and Amy’s it was enough to make a twenty minute drive home an hour wait in traffic.
There were wrecked cars everywhere, we probably saw 30-40 cars in ditches or wrecked into freeway walls and rails.
By midnight it was enough for Rayford and I to go to Cherokee Park (the local sledding spot) and test it out.
We made three or four good runs and were tired enough and sore enough to be satisfied with our trip out to Cherokee.
On the way home I had a brilliant idea. I said, “Hey, let’s call John Michael (our roommate who was unwilling to come sledding with us) and tell him we got stuck trying to get out of Cherokee, then when he comes out to his car we’ll ambush him”.
Rayford contemplated and said, “make the call”.
We made about six to eight snowballs each and then I made the call….fifteen minutes later (after JM finished a Call of Duty match) here’s what ensued….
