And it begins

Does anyone know how to say "Merry Christmas" is Norwegian? This christmas our family is having a multi cultural celebration. Norwegia being represented by Andy and then the strange and mysterious culture of Mumby being represented by the rest of us.

We need to call National Geographic and have them do a documentary film on us. Did I ever mention that when Greg was here a few weeks ago we rode the Mind Bender and there is a slight chance that we will be in a National Geographic film? Yeah, they were there filming when we rode the coaster.

Anyway....

I picked up Andy from the bus station late last night. So awesome! Currently he is still sleeping and it's almost noon. But you are allowed to sleep when you have been studying your brains out for the last four months and have had a forced schedual and all that fun stuff.

This could be a particularly dangerous visit. After getting my sledding muscles all warmed up last weekend I have been iching to go again. I need to get my Red Deer boys up here to do it right. AND Andy said last night that he would give anything to go to the drop in gymnastics with David and Bryan down in Red Deer, so if I choose to not use wisdom and join them I will probably be putting in a large entry about my latest heanous injury.

I've been careful these last few years. Those of you who know me in Redding know that my physical safety was often not high up on my list of priorities. That is why I:

a) Ripped my sternum, thought I was having a massive heart attack, called home to say my last words and nearly drove to the hospital. But my dad counselled me not to and get checked out my my chiropractor. They said, "GO TO THE HOSPITAL YOU STUPID CHILD!!" and I made the doctors laugh because they couldn't figure out how it was possible that the x-rays showed my sterum ripped to shreds

b) Landed on my neck after attempting a back-flip off a swing, which also nearly caused Daniel to get beaten up by a grumpy man. There was shocked silence as the bystanders waited to see if I was breathing and Daniel said, "Oh, it's alright. He's Canadian." To which grumpy man replied very angrily, "What's wrong with Canadian's? My wife is Canadian??" Yeah... Daniel and Michelle had to scoop me up and get me out of there fast before an international incident began

c) Nearly severed a nerve in my right hand after BASHING it against a table in a resturant. Only I yelled at the top of my lungs, "I THINK I SEVERED A VERN!!" I think this is also when Katieann ate an entire hot pepper and we found her in the bathroom with her face in the sink running water into her mouth and crying

d) Fell flat on my face while walking across a sidewalk, only to have it be video-taped and probably be the funniest thing ever caught on film

e) Dressed up as a giant pumpkin on Halloween only to realize that my suit was waaaay too fat to possibly drive the car I was in. And I couldn't reach the gear shifter so I had to have my friend shift for me. No serious injuries happened, but still... not too smart

f) Drove in a car with Katieann. Enough said. I still have the mirror that flew off and hit her in the head in the accident.

g) Slipped through the ladder to our loft, fell backwards and nearly shattered my shins because I was running and laughing too hard and trying to get up to the loft as fast as possible

I should probably stop now. Although there is a great deal more. You probably have a story of your own. Maybe the time I put the sleeping bag over my head, turned into the evil man eating worm and sprinted across the field at our school of ministry campout only to trip on rocks because I was running blind and dig my head into the ground? Yeah... that was a good one too.

See... bet you didn't believe me that I dressed up as a pumpkin...