Stuck in a Tree

Happy New Year Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I know I haven't posted in a couple of weeks. I have just been taking a break from doing anything but sleeping in, reading, and playing and hanging with family and friends (oh, and I worked two days. lol). And let me tell you, it has been extremely amazing. It really amazes me how exhausting college can be, so it is nice to have a month to recuperate before I dive back into another semester of college. It feels so weird to already have three semesters of college under my belt. It seem just like yesterday that I was starting college. Time sure flies by. It's already 2012, my one brother just turned 20 on New Year's Eve, and my sister turned 22 today. SO WEIRD!!!! (By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE AND ZACH) Even more, I turn 18 in a couple of months. Yikes! What all this has made be realize is how precious time is and how we should enjoy every moment of it. That's why I love the following quote: 

"Life isn't measured by how many breaths you take, but by how many moments take your breath away"

Which brings me to the story of how this post got it's title. Are you ready? Here it goes....The weather has been incredibly nice this winter in Iowa and the past couple of days have been in the mid to high 50's. This of course means that we (my family and me) have had to take advantage of the B-E-A-U-tiful weather. So today my siblings, dad, and me played some football in the yard. Since there is only five of us and only a small yard, we only do pass patterns, but it still is a lot of fun and included lots of good nature ribbing (not the food. lol). Then after that we decided to play some street ball with a wiffleball bat and wiffleballs wrapped in duck tape. It was going along so well until one of us got a ball stuck in the tree in our yard. To get the ball out we decided to throw a football at it. Yeah, didn't work the best. After a couple times of missing we got the football stuck in the tree. Then us being brilliant and everything, we decided to throw another football at the football already in the tree. After a handful of times trying to dislodge the football, a second football got stuck in the tree. Then we decided to continue playing street ball, while praying the wind would knock the footballs down. Want to know what happened? The footballs were still stuck in the tree after we finished playing. So we grabbed an extension ladder and placed in on a branch and my sister climbed it and tried to free the stuck footballs. She was to short, so we had Zach climb up. He couldn't reach it either, but we still had another football. So what did we do? Yep, you guess it, the third football was thrown into the tree. Guess what? Yep, it also got stuck. So here we are with three footballs and a wiffle ball stuck in a tree. Eventually after shaking some branches, two footballs came down, but the third one was too high so Zach got off the ladder and we started throwing baseballs at the football. However, that didn't work and actually  a baseball ended up in the tree. So now we only have a football, a baseball, and a wiffle ball stuck on our tree. Great story right? So the moral of the story is: DON'T THROW FOOTBALLS INTO TREES!!!!!!!! (kind of like, no more monkeys jumping on the bed. lol)

Now you may wondering how that story relates to the quote. Well here's how: this afternoon playing football and street ball and throwing things at a tree was one of those moments that took my breathe away. Not by its incredible beauty, but because I lost my breathe from laughing so hard. :D It was one of those memories that will last a lifetime.

"That's All Folks!"