|an afternoon at Lake Tahoe|
For some time now I've been thinking about writing a blog post about my friend Ashley, who has been there with me through some of my lowest times over the past couple of years. Ashley is a nut. And I say that with all the love in the world. She loves to have fun and be silly, and spending time with her is one of the best things I can do when I'm feeling overwhelmed or discouraged by things going on in my life. Ashley is a pro at distracting me and making me laugh in the midst of whatever I might be going through.
|spaghetti noodles: official |
snack of road trips
|at the Kris Allen concert|
We spent hours coloring at a youth group sleepover, as if we were with toddlers instead of junior high and high school girls. We saw Kris Allen in concert. We ate frozen yogurt. We walked all over the wrong hospital trying to visit one of our youth girls who'd had a baby. We went to see "Toy Story 3" with a bunch of girls from church. We volunteered at the Crisis Pregnancy Center with the youth.
|the picture that induced |
We saw David Crowder in concert in Santa Rosa. We spent an afternoon in San Francisco's Chinatown, drinking Chinese sodas that exploded when we opened them, taking pictures flashing peace signs, and watching the older men and women playing card games in the park. We laughed uncontrollably for about 20 minutes straight later that night while looking at a picture we'd taken in front of a giant macaroni noodle at Pier 39 in which Ashley's foot was in an odd position and it looked like one of her legs was short and stubby.
|hanging out in Santa Cruz on "beach day"|
We went camping in Santa Cruz with our youth group, which involved its own blog's worth of crazy memories. We floated down the Truckee River with Ben and Alex and Brett one Saturday morning, having 3 of our 5 floating devices deflate along the way, freezing most of the time because the weather turned unseasonably chilly, and huddling in Ashley's car for probably a half hour afterward trying to warm up. We went to see the Aces play baseball. And on and on it goes...
|our pathetic attempt at |
a human pyramid
in Jake's back yard
What started out as heart-wrenching ended up being one of the most fun summers I've ever had, thanks in no small part to my friendship with Ashley and all of our shenanigans. Our friendship hasn't been all fun and games; we've had our share of low times, too. But we always seem to get through the lows and find our way back to the fun-filled friendship we've shared for the past 6 years.
|enjoying free gelato at|
the Atlantis last weekend
With this latest challenging season in my life, Ashley has once again been providing me with fun distractions and comic relief. Last weekend while we were hanging out I told her I'd decided every melancholy needed a sanguine friend, particularly during difficult times when we melancholies tend to get trapped in our thoughts. We need someone who can pull us out of our overwhelmed minds and make us laugh.
Now I need my fellow melancholies, too. (Perhaps I will blog about them soon as well.) They help me process what I'm going through at any given moment, and I am so grateful God has also given me melancholy friends who listen as I pour out my heart, sympathize with my emotions, and encourage me. I need my melancholies AND my sanguines. One group helps me to sort out my thoughts; the other prevents my brain from exploding along the way. Ashley has been a God-send as one of the latter. I'm so thankful for her friendship~for all of our crazy memories and all of the laughs we have shared. This blog only describes the tip of the iceberg, and I know there is much more to come! If you're a melancholy, I hope you are as blessed as I am with a sanguine friend like Ashley!