Our House Divided, GO CARDS!

Have you ever told God there's something you'll never do, or even just said it out loud? I recognize that more often than not those are the things God ends up asking us to do, so I try to use the word "never" very sparingly. But one of my always-ironic-in-retrospect statements was that I'd never marry a UK fan. I probably at some point vowed never to even date one. I was successful for a long time, but of course, now God's having the last laugh. Who would have thought 10 or 15 years ago that there might be some qualities about a husband even more important than his sports allegiance??! For all those people I looked down on 'cause you settled and yolked yourself unequally with a rival, I'm sorry, I'm getting what was coming to me; I'm moving into a house divided.

Fortunately, for our future-family this red and blue house does not yet exist, as today would be a very possible end to its existence if it did. My sister was talking about some bridesmaids' details the other day and she ended with, "I sure hope there still is a wedding after Saturday's game." At 6pm tonight, my Louisville Cardinals enter into what's been called the biggest sporting event in KY history, pitting "the best urban-school fan base in America vs. the best fan base in America, period.” -Rivalry

I think it's safe to say I've read more articles about UofL and UK basketball this week than in my other 30-odd years of life. I wouldn't expect you to go off the deep end quite like I have, but so many of the articles have sent my adrenaline rushing from their sheer emotion, insightfulness, or unique connection between Bluegrass basketball and real life, that I thought it only fair to at least share the highlights (and link you to the articles in case you want to get swept up with the rest of us), and thus add to the madness that I've been overcome by.

"I won't presume to know what life is like in, say, Northern Ireland. I can tell you that to this day, like Catholics and Protestants, I could name which of my classmates was a Louisville or Kentucky fan." -Why You Should Feel Sorry For UK Fans

So true.

From the day I was born I've cheered for the Cards without hesitation, until Rick Pitino took over. Many of UK fans have never forgiven him for "betraying" UK and switching to UL, I'm one of the few UofL fans who feels the same. My loyalty runs too deep to accept the enemy as our leader, his image is forever ingrained in my head in blue. Plus, he's just really been an arrogant jerk, with a recent personal history that's done nothing to endear me to him. So, when I read an article about how UK's present coach Calipari is very possibly a pretty quality guy, I started to lose my edge on wanting this victory so badly. I told Jon, "Calipari seems a decent fellow, I hate to kill him. Pitino's never seemed a decent fellow, so I won't hate to die.

"...that suggests Calipari is simply unlike the vast majority of men who spend their adult lives screaming at 19-year-olds for failing to box out. What makes him different, I suspect, is that he cares about "young people" more than he cares about The Game Of Basketball." -KY Death March

But next I read an article that changed everything. After ten+ years with Pitino at the helm, I forgave him for being such a turncoat, and an all around not nice guy. And I kinda started to like him.

"No, the 59-year-old Rick Pitino who walks through that door at this Final Four, the one who leads these Louisville Harry Potters into their fight with the Kentucky Voldemorts this Saturday, this Pitino is changed. He's grayer and softer and happier. He laughs. He indulges. He forgives.

"Whenever he's in a bad mood now," son Richard says, "the players whisper, 'Go get the grandkids.' When they're around, he just can't be mad."

Pitino said something vulnerable the other night, at the very end. He said, "My biggest disappointment isn't that I didn't put somebody on the passer in that [1992 Duke] game. It's that I didn't live humbly all those years. I try to now." -Pitino New Perspective?

Wow. I can get behind that.

This fascinating article talks about how UK's team is so good this year that a win from them will change, and really injure, college basketball from here on out, "Kentucky totally deserves to win. But I sure hope they don't." -KY Death March

A high school friend of mine posted on Facebook that trying to explain the immensity of UofL/UK rivalry to a non-Kentuckian is like trying to explain the infield at Derby, they think they get it, but they just don't. Here's a little taste of it, for those of you who just can't quite grasp the biggest basketball rivalry in the world.

“The roots of the rivalry have evolved. It is no longer about race and no longer about Louisville demanding a multi-level respect that Kentucky would not give – athletically, academically and socially. Those issues largely have been resolved.

But this still is a deeply ingrained culture clash as much as a basketball clash. It is city vs. country. It is an island republic metropolitan area vs. a more rural demographic that stretches from the Mississippi River in the west to the Appalachian mountains in the east. It is the best urban-school fan base in America vs. the best fan base in America, period.”

“In contrast, Crum took Louisville’s progressive nature to the next level, recruiting far more blacks than whites. And he let his teams play with soul. Huge afros were perfectly fine with the coach. Dunks and alley-oops became the program trademark. The 1980 national championship team claims to have popularized the high-five.” -Rivalry

And although this is definitely not how I feel, this writer had some fascinating connections to the beauty of UK basketball this season and restoring a bit of idealism to a world that's generally let us down, here's an intro, "Let's be honest with each other — once you're past 25, life gets a little grim. Nothing unmanageable, mind you, just a little too real compared to what some of us were expecting based on a casual youth. And when I say "us," I mean middle-class kids with fun childhoods who are now more or less fending for ourselves. I don't mean poor kids, because they knew what was up pretty early. And I don't mean rich kids, because they'll be fine. I'm talking the front-lawn-playing, garden-hose-spraying, Sour Patch-kids-every-Friday-after-school children of the sub-suburban frontier. There seem to be a lot of us. IM me if you want to grab a beer." -Please Don't Lose KY

If UK wins tonight no one will be surprised, if UofL pulls off the huge upset, it's said only semi-jokingly that the police will be surveillancing the bridges for Big Blue Nation jumpers. "And that's why I can't help but feel sorry for Kentucky fans. This season, they only know that pinch of relief, the joylessness of entitlement." - Why You Should Feel Sorry For UK Fans

This hilarious article, if UofL fans don't take themselves too seriously, has 10 ways UofL can maybe beat UK tonight. Here's my favorite: "8. Stop Being So Short. Seriously, it's not a good plan. You notice how Kentucky's really tall? That's the way you want to go in basketball." -How UofL Can Maybe Beat UK

Among the Homemade Ice Cream and Pie Kitchen UofL/UK cakes, the screaming with fellow-fans, the camaraderie, the electricity of this week, and the many other reasons I'm longing to be in my hometown today, there is only one reason I'm slightly relieved I don't live there right now, or am joining the family in Lou Orleans tonight:

“All the losers on Sunday have to go to church and pray to be stricken deaf and blind because they have to go work Monday and hear it from the other side,” he said. “Next Monday will be the most vile day ever for one side or the other. The calling in sick to work and school will be massive. You can’t face the other side playing for the national championship while you’re sucking your thumb.” -Terry Meiners

C-A-R-D-S!!!!!!

A Very Acceptable Alternative

If I can't get everyone to just forget about my birthday, thus not have one and not get older, then the events of last Saturday were a great plan B. After celebrating my dear friend Heather's cumpleaños, Friday, in vintage 80's "style", if there was such a thing, it was hard for Saturday to have anything more to offer. (I really wish we had a close-up to show the blue eye shadow, blush, and bracelets.)

Saturday morning, we had some people coming to look at the house with kind of last minute notice, so we all hustled to make the place presentable. Good motivation to clean is basically as good as paying someone to come clean the place for you. I was thrilled to start my b-day off with a spotless home, and as soon as the visitors left, we sat down to empanadas, fruit salad, and pancakes with candles made by my three lovely roommates.

A couple hours later, nevermind that I was still full from breakfast, several of my vet school ladies treated me to lunch at the Sushi Tren. Unfortunately, the picture lacks the tiny train going around on its tracks carrying little plates of various sushi, just as adorable and unsanitary as it sounds, but for all you doubters I never had any digestive regrets, and it was so much fun!

While passing the time between meals, my Louisville Cards just happened to play in the Elite 8, and at half time I Skyped into the family party to lift their spirits, as we were trailing to Florida. My pep talk pulled us through, or maybe it was the authentic 1986 NCAA Champs shirt I rocked for the 80's party Friday, but my Cardinal Birds are heading to the Final Four, redeeming a previous birthday memory where the party was ruined by their Elite 8 loss during the Dejuan Wheat era, and semi-mimicking the historic day when I decided to enter the world to watch UofL win it all!Dear dear Heidi and Bill Janecke also refused to grant me my wish to let my "special" day go unnoticed, but instead invited friends over for all my favorite treats (black olives and cake) and great company (many of the people I'm going to miss most on my next birthday.) And maybe the highlight of the day for me was when we sat around the table singing "I have decided to follow Jesus" in not one or two, but four languages. Heidi and I stuck with English, Silda and Rosenda rocked it in Spanish, Karina, Maria, and Gustavo broke out their Quechua, and Misty and Bill eeked by in their fledgling Guarani. It was awesome! I think Jesus loved it.

The nightcap to all that good eating was Skyping with Jon for the third time that day, possibly a record, still not nearly enough...

Thanks to everyone who made turning another year older much more bearable! I'm pretty stoked about the plans God has for us this year, even if it means I can't stay 29 forever.

March Madness Praise Report

No, this answer to prayer doesn't have to do with mine, or Jon's team, advancing in the NCAA tournament, however, if the two meet in the Final Four in a couple weeks, we may be requesting some prayer for our relationship. No, this is a little more personal basketball story.

I was never a particularly loud ballet mother (do they exist?), but even recovering from laryngitis, it turns out I'm one of those very loud basketball moms.

A couple weeks ago, I asked Angie if she would like to go watch some guys from our church play in one of her high school's basketball games. She said, "Do I get to play?" After running through the reasons why not, such as she's not on the team, she hasn't tried out, she's not in high school etc. she decided there was no point in going to the game if it was just to watch. A bit dejected, I dropped it.

But last Friday, one of my good friends was coaching the high school's track meet in the city's big stadium. We were on the way to the movies with Angie's friend for her birthday with a little extra time so I surprised the girls by stopping at the track meet, it was both of their first time in the "huge" stadium. They loved it! And so did I, to the point of thinking I might like to coach something myself. That same day Angie got picked from the third grade girls to play in a friendly game of basketball against the 3-5th graders at another school in town, based on her performance in gym class basketball.

In the midst of all this sporting activity I'd been praying for a way Angie and I could really enjoy each other. In light of the basketball invitation I suggested we go practice Saturday and Sunday at the court down the street with the ball we gave her for Christmas. Just before we made it out to the park on Saturday she'd been driving me particularly crazy and I was begging God for some help. Minutes later, He gave us the relief we'd been looking for.

She's really good at ballet. But I'm not. I'm not good at fixing her hair right, or buying her new clothes every time she looses them or rips them, or helping her with her sous sus. But I can help her with her bank shot, impress the socks off her by dribbling between my legs, and randomly swish a three when she says there's no way! I can be her hero for a minute, and we can relate as friends.

Today, was the big game against the Santa Cruz Cooperative School. It lasted about 20 minutes and we didn't quite pull out the W, but Angie and I now share a love for the sport!

Angie's the one in the pink sleeves and the red scrunchie below; praying before the game, tipping off, and shooting.

Thursday, we're going to watch one of those high school games I mentioned a couple weeks ago. :)

As today is Father's Day here in Bolivia, I thought this was also appropriately timed by God, since I'm pretty sure both her grandfather, and her future father can get into basketball a little more than ballet. Get ready, we'll take you two-on-two here in a couple months guys!

The Blind Leading the Blind

Now with Facebook, it's not uncommon to have five friends sharing a single birthday, but a week with five local birthdays to celebrate is still heavier than normal for me. March seems to be a busy birthing month, hence this was a busy frosting week.

On Tuesday, a few of us from church went to visit a friend who lives a ways out of town for her special day. Some Jehova's Witnesses have recently befriended her and started telling her about their faith. She told us they don't observe birthdays, or any holiday for that matter, because Jesus didn't. Which sounded awfully silly to me, 'cause Jesus didn't get married or have kids, or do many things they probably don't avoid. But then I started racking my brain for birthday parties in the Bible, and I couldn't think of a single one. Weird. When did celebrating one's birth every year become tradition, and why? Well, Rosa has clearly not converted to Jehova's Witness yet 'cause she thoroughly enjoyed her strawberry ice cream cake and our little visit, but I think I might start using the lack of Biblical birthdays as one of my many reasons to skip getting older each year.

I'll be happy to celebrate others' though, no need to push my new beliefs on anyone else, especially if they're offering me cake.

Here are a few of the cumpleañeros this week, enjoying their cake in the traditional Bolivian fashion as everyone chants, "Que la muerda!" (Bite it!)

Amongst all the celebration of births, Angie became particularly interested in the birds and the bees, "Mommy, I know where babies come from, but how do they get in there?" Oh my! It was a conversation I'd been anticipating/dreading/putting off for awhile, but with that simple question, it was time. Has a less prepared mother ever discussed this with her daughter? At least I have all those years of biology in my favor. So, we went out to dinner, just the two of us, and we had "the talk." "When a mommy and daddy love each other very much, and they're married..." (probably not necessary for most of you to add that last part, in case you're starting to prep in front of the mirror for this fun chat, but this mommy's not married so some clarification was in order.) It was way easier than I expected. I'd heard someone say recently that if you tell little kids the facts of life they think, "Oh, that's grown-up stuff it doesn't apply to me." If you tell ~10 year-olds they say "Ooooooh, gross!" And if you tell 12-13 year-olds they think "Oooh, but hmmmm..." Angie seems to have been in between the bottom two reactions, she didn't even flinch. Probably didn't hurt that it just seems kind of natural with all the dogs, cats, chickens, and turtles around here giving her a live demo (my castration efforts haven't been as successful as one would hope.) When we got home from dinner we watched our normal Sesame Street podcast before bed, she elected "Word of the Day: Amphibians" with a special focus on the part about the tadpoles. ;)

The First of the Lasts

I've done a fair number of things for the first time ever this past week.

Such as:

French braid hair

Help castrate a rabbit

Meet some baby quail

Grill eggplant

(turned out really yummy but there were no blog-worthy photos)

This weekend instead of doing new things for the first time though, we did a couple things for the last time, and it made me realize we'll be experiencing a lot of those "lasts" over the next couple months as we transition out of our time in Bolivia.

On Saturday, we shared in our last Talita Cumi birthday party (tear). Quarterly celebrating the kids birthdays has always been a special treat for me, but with Angie it's even more fun as she really looks forward to hanging out with her old friends and is always such a good sport about being the only kid not to receive presents that day. Talita Cumi's been a pivotal part of Angie's life and now played a huge role in mine as well. No matter where we are in the world, we'll keep praying for the home and its kids, and God's great plans for each one of them.

Yesterday was our last anniversary party with La Viña. Our little church turns three this month, and to celebrate we spent the day together at the pool, cooking out, worshipping in the fresh air, and learning what the Bible has to say about honor. As everyone shared in the chores of preparing the food, cleaning up the pavilion, and semi-lifeguarding the pool, I assisted in my traditional ways; driving people around and setting up the technology, but then I sacrificed a bit by keeping Mateo, Francisca, and this hammock company.

We're not quite finished wreaking havoc on Talita Cumi or La Viña yet, but we're starting to see what an impact these families have been on us, and recognizing how bittersweet it's going to be to let them go in a couple months...