Pink Lemonade

For the past week or so, Andrew and I have had an on and off discussion over whether or not Pink Lemonade is pink because of the flavor or just because of food coloring. Yesterday he told me a story about how pink lemonade originated because someone accidentally used water that was dyed red for their lemonade.  Maybe so, but I think most pink lemonade tastes better than regular lemonade. (My brother, Nathan, makes a good point that some is probably flavored and some is probably dyed.)  Regardless, in my mind, Pink Lemonade will always be better than other lemonade.  Chick fil A lemonade is the only yellow lemonade I like. Yes, this is ridiculous, but it's how I function. It's similar to my unreasonable love for things that are purple.

Today, I left a very stressful/busy week of work and drove through the lovely neighborhood toward the grocery store.  I looked ahead to my left, and there were two cute 8ish-year-old little girls who were literally screaming "lemonaaaaade!!!"  at the top of their lungs.  What else could I do?  I turned my car around as soon as I could and went and bought a 4 oz. cup of lemonade.  The going rate was twenty-five cents; I gave them a dollar for being so dang cute. (I'm a sucker for cute little 8ish-year-old girls, because I miss my baby sister so much.)

I almost didn't stop.  I stopped for two main reasons: 
1.  I love pink lemonade. 
2.  I wanted to contribute to the development of these little girls' entrepreneurial spirits, because once upon a time...
Eric, Kelly, and Nathan Sundt were very small children.  We were probably 10, 8, & 6 or something like that.  We had so many things we needed.  I'm sure I needed dolls, barbies, purple things (I still need purple things), hats, and cool clothes.  Eric and Nathan probably needed basketball cards, legos, and other weird boy things.  We didn't live on a busy street, so a lemonade stand would not have been profitable.  We were smarter than that (or maybe our mom informed us).  So what could we do?  We needed these things, and we had no money. 

We had soil.  In the soil there were worms.  There was a lake up the road with plenty of fishermen who needed tackle.  Oh, yes we did.  We dug and dug in our backyard  for hours until we had thousands of slimy, wonderful worms that would surely make us millionaires.  Our parents are so cool.  They drove us to the lake to sell our worms.  I have no idea if we even made a dime, but I love this memory.  I love that I have brothers that sat in the dirt with me to dig up worms.  I'm grateful for parents who taught me to work hard for the things I "needed"  and who encouraged my entrepreneurial spirit by driving me to the lake to sell gross, slimy worms. 

Now, I still have an entrepreneurial spirit; lately, I really want to start my own bakery or maybe just enter my baked goods in a fair someday.  It's fun to dream...

Friday, Friday, Friday

My husband thinks this video has changed his life.

So he sings "Friday."  All. the. time.

This morning this is how he woke me up:

Andrew: "Ta-day is Fri-day..."

me:  "Noooo. It's not."  **groaning and rolling over to go back to sleep**

I would like to point out that whoever wrote this song clearly is a lyrical genius, because they took the same basic tune to Justin Beiber's "Baby", changed it up a little (still including the guest rapper) and made the tune LESS catchy, but it still went viral on youtube.  It must be lyrics like "front seat, back seat, which seat will I take?!"  that has the nation screaming for more of Rebecca Black's wonderful song.

While I'm being cynical about the state of current teen pop, I'd like to point out that "baby, baby, baby like woah!" aren't the most genius lyrics either.  

Now, to the point Andrew made about this song yesterday... Can you imagine what the majority of the world would think of this song?  She's got a pretty tough decision to make there -- front seat, back seat... that's rough.  I shouldn't think about this too long though, or I might get convicted about how I sometimes think my life is so hard when people are suffering everywhere... yeah.  I can be pretty selfish sometimes too.  I'm learning to actually pray consistently over the suffering of others.  This morning (even while I'm typing this) I have been convicted that I don't do this enough.  I pray once or twice for those affected by natural disasters or diseases.  Day-to-day though,  I tend to focus on prayer and discussions that revolve around me and my friends.  I pray for missionaries, but mostly just those that I know really well.  I say I have a heart for the whole world, but do I really?  May God work this in me. 

Anyway, I need to get ready to go car hunt.  I'll probably sit in the front seat, in case you're wondering.  We found a couple cars that we like. 

We we we... we so excited.

Happy Saturday.