My dad's birthday was earlier this month, so while everyone else was out, I had the job of answering our home phone. I don't usually pay any attention to the home phone because no one calls me there. But this particular day I did and what I saw was an area code from Baptist Country.
Even though I knew the call wasn't for me, I got excited. Talking on the phone to someone in that state made me feel closer to my college friends. It was the wife of one of my dad's college buddies calling to wish Dad a happy birthday.
A few hours later we received another call from Baptist Country. This time it was the husband of the woman who called earlier. I answered the phone and passed it on to the Birthday Boy.
Even though he went into the other room, I could still hear their bantering, the inside jokes and stories that never get old, and the gut-busting laughter. I couldn't help but smile. Even though their relationship has been mostly limited to an annual dinner (thanks to having a daughter in the area... wait, that was me) and birthday phone calls, my dad and Mark still have a friendship.
That brought me an amazing amount of encouragement to know that even when we're not seeing each other every day, my college friends and I can still joke around, retell stories, and (yes, even) sass each other. While the miles between us will change, our friendship will remain the same.
<>< Katie
PS: College friends who thought they were finally free of me and my sassy, sanitary self... so sorry!
Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sleepovers: College Style
Allyson said over the summer she'd get really homesick for our suite, so she would go through and read my old blogs about some of the crazy things we did. This post is really for Allyson, but if you want to read it, too, that's allowed.
Jennifer had finished doing her devotion, we had said good-night, and we were both in bed trying to fall asleep. Well, I was making a mental list of what hurts because I'm getting sick, and she was trying to plug in her phone. Either way, we were both headed to dreamland when the door burst open and light revealed a silhouette in the doorway.
“Jennifer!” Allyson whisper-shouted. “Jennifer!”
Allyson skipped into the dark room and jumped onto Jennifer’s bed. She had something important to tell Jennifer, but she forgot what it was. Instead we just sat there giggling. Shortly thereafter, Nikki ran into the room.
“FEET!” I shouted to remind her that I have them.
I’m still not really sure how this happened. You need to know, my bed is waist high. My waist, not Nikki's. Normally she falls on it and it's really awkward and humorous to watch. This time, I was in my bed and she somehow leaped onto the bed, dodged my feet, flipped over me, and positioned herself right up against the wall.
Amy heard our giggles and screaming and came to investigate. She hopped onto Jennifer’s bed and the three of them sat cross-legged while we told stories, teased each other, and laughed. It was kind of like a sleepover. Minus the sleep part, but does that really happen at sleepovers anyway?
Like all good things, this too came to an end. Nikki left first, followed by Allyson, but Amy stayed to tuck Jennifer and me in again. As she was closing the door, Jennifer and I let out child-like cries.
“Allyson! Allyson! You have to sing us a lullaby.”
She complied and allowed us to pick our song of choice. I said the first lullaby that popped into my head, “My Little Buck-a-roo.” Allyson stood in the middle of our room, invented the song and accompanying dance moves on the fly, and made us laugh so hard we had to use the restroom.
We got lost on the way back from the bathroom and ended up in Amy and Allyson’s room. Jennifer on Amy’s bed and me on Allyson’s. Nikki stood in the middle and told us a thrilling fairy tale about how Allyson is the keeper of the butterfly bodies because she is so pure. Thus begins the tradition of bedtime storytelling by Nikki Raye.
Before the end of year we will each have individual stories by the lovely and talented Nikki Raye. Each will be told orally, recorded, drawn, and published for Amy to someday use in her classroom. The stories completed are: Allyson, Queen of the Butterflies and Nikki, The Lovely and Vicious Princess Finds her Prince (told by Katie and starring Jennifer and Amy). Mine will probably be a horror story that will not be appropriate for young audiences...
After a knocking-through-the-walls rendition of "Jingle Bells" we were all in our respective beds and ready for a good, long night of z-catching. Shockingly most of us still managed eight hours of sleep. Elizabeth was jealous she missed this camaraderie.
<>< Katie
Jennifer had finished doing her devotion, we had said good-night, and we were both in bed trying to fall asleep. Well, I was making a mental list of what hurts because I'm getting sick, and she was trying to plug in her phone. Either way, we were both headed to dreamland when the door burst open and light revealed a silhouette in the doorway.
“Jennifer!” Allyson whisper-shouted. “Jennifer!”
Allyson skipped into the dark room and jumped onto Jennifer’s bed. She had something important to tell Jennifer, but she forgot what it was. Instead we just sat there giggling. Shortly thereafter, Nikki ran into the room.
“FEET!” I shouted to remind her that I have them.
I’m still not really sure how this happened. You need to know, my bed is waist high. My waist, not Nikki's. Normally she falls on it and it's really awkward and humorous to watch. This time, I was in my bed and she somehow leaped onto the bed, dodged my feet, flipped over me, and positioned herself right up against the wall.
Amy heard our giggles and screaming and came to investigate. She hopped onto Jennifer’s bed and the three of them sat cross-legged while we told stories, teased each other, and laughed. It was kind of like a sleepover. Minus the sleep part, but does that really happen at sleepovers anyway?
Like all good things, this too came to an end. Nikki left first, followed by Allyson, but Amy stayed to tuck Jennifer and me in again. As she was closing the door, Jennifer and I let out child-like cries.
“Allyson! Allyson! You have to sing us a lullaby.”
She complied and allowed us to pick our song of choice. I said the first lullaby that popped into my head, “My Little Buck-a-roo.” Allyson stood in the middle of our room, invented the song and accompanying dance moves on the fly, and made us laugh so hard we had to use the restroom.
We got lost on the way back from the bathroom and ended up in Amy and Allyson’s room. Jennifer on Amy’s bed and me on Allyson’s. Nikki stood in the middle and told us a thrilling fairy tale about how Allyson is the keeper of the butterfly bodies because she is so pure. Thus begins the tradition of bedtime storytelling by Nikki Raye.
Before the end of year we will each have individual stories by the lovely and talented Nikki Raye. Each will be told orally, recorded, drawn, and published for Amy to someday use in her classroom. The stories completed are: Allyson, Queen of the Butterflies and Nikki, The Lovely and Vicious Princess Finds her Prince (told by Katie and starring Jennifer and Amy). Mine will probably be a horror story that will not be appropriate for young audiences...
After a knocking-through-the-walls rendition of "Jingle Bells" we were all in our respective beds and ready for a good, long night of z-catching. Shockingly most of us still managed eight hours of sleep. Elizabeth was jealous she missed this camaraderie.
<>< Katie
Friday, July 30, 2010
Story
Have I ever told you that I love to tell stories? I really love to tell stories. A lot. Find me a good story, and I'll retell it a million times. It's safe to say they play an important role in my life. I find it hard to believe I'm the only one like this. Let's face it, stories play important roles in our lives.
My professor Brandon once said, "Stories are the webs that entangle all of us." Stories are so important, even Jesus used them to teach. The world communicates through stories.
Pastor Seth asked us a phenomenal question the other day when he said, "We are all storytellers. Are we living and making stories that are worth telling?"
Donald Miller has an entire book on this entitled A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. Max Lucado addresses this when he talks about how God not only knows your story but He wrote it.
And here's a secret: even though you are the main character in your story, it is not about you. Look it up; check the Bible. All stories, even your own life story, is about Jesus Christ.
Jeffrey Meinz does a great job of telling Jesus' lifestory in six minutes. The video quality isn't great, especially for the first 25 seconds, but it gets better. The very end gives you a nice shot of how many people where there. You should play Where's Waldo, and see if you can find me.
But seriously, friends, is the story you're living worth telling?
<>< Katie
My professor Brandon once said, "Stories are the webs that entangle all of us." Stories are so important, even Jesus used them to teach. The world communicates through stories.
Pastor Seth asked us a phenomenal question the other day when he said, "We are all storytellers. Are we living and making stories that are worth telling?"
Donald Miller has an entire book on this entitled A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. Max Lucado addresses this when he talks about how God not only knows your story but He wrote it.
And here's a secret: even though you are the main character in your story, it is not about you. Look it up; check the Bible. All stories, even your own life story, is about Jesus Christ.
Jeffrey Meinz does a great job of telling Jesus' lifestory in six minutes. The video quality isn't great, especially for the first 25 seconds, but it gets better. The very end gives you a nice shot of how many people where there. You should play Where's Waldo, and see if you can find me.
But seriously, friends, is the story you're living worth telling?
<>< Katie
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