The process which it takes to write a blog that is due weekly.

And here we are again, the weekly blog. And again, I have been doing my usual process for the past few hours trying to think of a topic. I have finally decided.

My topic will be the grief and misery I endure weekly trying to come up with a topic for this blog.

It's quite the process, let me tell you.

 

First, I retire to my room and get my laptop, phone, food, earbuds, and various chargers and arrange it all on the floor in front of me (if I wrote these things in my bed, I'd be out like a light). Then I proceed to blast music, check Facebook, text and Vox, eat, scan YouTube, and basically do everything else except click on that dreadful tab labeled 'Blogger'.

I must look like this. Except sprawled out on the floor.

These activities last anywhere from .5 to three hours before I actually click on Gmail. Keep in mind, no topic has even been thought about yet. Then I proceed to stare at the blank screen for quite some time, and still continue my previous activities. But when the actual topic finally hits me, I can write the whole thing in about a half an hour at the most. Someone please tell me where the logic is.

And that is how I write my weekly blog, which usually occurs at some ungodly hour late late late on Thursday nights. 

If anyone has effective blog-writing tips, I beg of you. 

SHARE THEM.

Thanks.

Daydreams of the time of summer.

Summertime.

Summertime for me signifies friends, family, cookouts, bonfires, horseback riding, sleeping outside, beach outings, Ocean City, flip flops, tan lines, and most of all, pure unadulterated FUN.

I cannot tell you how much I miss it.

School is wretched. We all are very well aware of that. But when I realize that my time sitting at a desk trying not to start snoring mid-lecture could be spent running through surf or galloping through a woods at full speed, I become a little suicidal.

Sigh.

Anyway. I love summertime. And not just because school is out. Most of my memories are made during summertime. Like my family. I don't talk about them often, but they mean the world to me. My mom's side anyway. They live in Bishopville/Ocean Pines area, down by that beautiful beach. Anyway, during summertime, many days are spent down there doing cookouts or holidays or something.

Those are always interesting events.

I am the only one in my entire family (including extended) who cannot stand seafood. ANY seafood. And being from the Eastern Shore and my grandfather being a crabber and fisher his whole life, the only thing ever served at these meals is seafood.

I get McDonald's.

But I love picking the crabs and the shrimp. So people fight and offer money to me to pick their nasty little crustaceans. It pays for my McDonald's.

That's just a little bit on my crazy family.

Another thing I love about summer is friends (outside of school) and the beach. The two really do go hand-in-hand. I'd usually wake up around seven or eight in the morning, then head out for a day of fun with the guys or the girls. Doesn't matter which; everyone always has fun either way.

Another thing I love is horseback riding during summertime. Having two horses of my own and a woods in my backyard, trail riding is easy to execute. And there is nothing better than flying through said woods at top speed with no saddle, shoes, or helmets. And that's a fact. The picture below is taken on top of my baby boy Linus this past summer.

In conclusion, I severely miss my summer and absolutely cannot wait for the upcoming one. Happy daydreams!

A review on the place where sports happen in the air.

Delmarva. Three states in one county. A place full of rednecks, watermen, and chicken farmers. Many historic events have happened here, and is a very popular spot for museums and tour guides.

It is also one of the most boring places on earth for a teenager to live.

Maybe it's just me. But every time I actually have a little bit of free time and some spare cash, the most exciting thing that comes to mind is browsing at the mall and deciding where to eat at the food court.

That is, until God smiled down upon us and gave us....

AeroSports.

I'm a child at heart. I love macaroni and cheese with chicken nuggets, coloring books, bubbles, stuffed animals, and SpongeBob SquarePants. So when I got a very excited phone call one day from a fellow child in a teenager's body about the old Diamond Dreams being converted into an indoor trampoline park, I'm pretty sure I screamed.

I. Love. Trampolines.

This past weekend, I was tying balloons at the Civic Center with the youth group. During a slow period of time, Pastor Binkley sent Scott and I out into the main arena to talk with some of the exhibitioners and make balloons for them. Long story short, Scott and I ended up standing beside the AeroSports booth, laughing with the manager at Pastor Binkley's attempts to skateboard. We got talking, I made him a balloon hat, and he ended up giving us four tickets for one free hour of jumping that Tuesday. 

Let's just say we were excited. (In case you haven't figured it out yet, Scott is my fellow trampoline-loving buddy.)

We immediately ran back to our friend Meghan, who was still stuck painting faces, and told her of our good fortune. She ended up getting a ticket for herself, so we called up Jourdan and my sister and made a date for 4:00 PM that Tuesday.

After hundreds of years waiting for school to let out on Tuesday, we all raced home to change into t-shirts and sports shorts (well, the stupid people did. The more intelligent Jourdan wore sweatpants) and all met up at four o'clock sharp in the AeroSports parking lot.

Walking inside was euphoric. After going through more legal technicalities, we got our wristbands and stepped onto the platform of the main jumping arena, taking everything in.

Then we started jumping. It was pure joy, slamming ourselves repeatedly into the bouncy sides and jumping ecstatically while looking like complete and total lunatics.

After jumping around for a while, we headed over into the corner to try the foam pit. It's basically a giant pit at the end of three lanes of trampolines, filled with hundreds of foam shapes. It was our favorite. We all had a blast, as clearly depicted below.

I know. Those were just so beautiful to look at.

The dodgeball arena was totally full of huge sweaty boys, none of us were tiny enough for the children's playplace, and none of us had any interest in the batting cages or video arcade. So our time was spent in between these two places. At the end of our hour and a half, everyone was sweating and sore and I had rugburns everywhere. The next day, none of us could lift our arms due to our extremely sore and weak shoulders (still can't tell you why).

I have never had so much fun in my life.

I will never be bored again. AeroSports gets a solid five-star rating from me.

I read on the website that they're going to be having trampoline volleyball soon. I almost died when I read that. You can expect to see me there on opening day with my friends.

Happy jumping!