November 15, 2005
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The moment has arrived. Earlier today. It actually happened. I mean, I have been waiting for this moment…for years now. I have been planning, anticipating…I have spent hours watching and learning exactly what I needed to do. I rejoiced with others when they achieved this moment…always thinking in the back of my mind “when will it be my turn?” I am so inadequate that I was thinking it would never happen. But moment of moments…it did.
I scored a goal. In an actual futebol game. With actual players.
(hehe. You thought I was getting married or something, didn’t ya? Nope…and quit holding your breath)
Well, considering the fact everyone from both teams was rooting for me…and I had scandalously completely missed the last pass my teammate gave me…it wasn’t all glory or skill on my partJ, but it happened—the ball went the right direction—and everyone cheered for me and made me feel special. One giant step for womankind in Brasil (since I am only ever the one girl representin’ on the field.) ahhh.
Moving on to more important things in life…Saturday we had a pizza-making contest. The Pastor verses the American. The competition was fierce and people came more out of curiosity than for the pizza. I decided to spring on them my secret weapon—my mom’s home recipe, and then use pineapple and ham toppings (which NO ONE had ever tried). One bite and WHAM. We knew who had won.
Backtrack a bit…I was feeling dramatic. We did have a pizza night, and Josue made it sound all interesting by saying I would make my famous American pizza and we’d see which was better…but considering I’d only made pizza once before (and I was pretty sure it was a freak accident that it turned out so good) and he’d never made pizza (and got a recipe off the internet) our competitive spirit was lost in the hopes that at least the pizza wouldn’t stink. It didn’t stink, and 22 people (six of them being children under the age of 10) showed up in our small apartment and ate 11 pizzas (we still have not figured out where they went…because Ivy and I only ate 2 pieces, and the kids could not have eaten too much…it must have been those boys of mine. Humph–actually, I think I remember one of the boys sneaking out with something covered in a napkin…)
The small kitchen was filled with activity as one small possessed oven continued to pop out pizzas at an astonishing rate. By the end, I was throwing on toppings so fast I don’t even remember what I put on what pizza…and while they did like the pineapple/ham pizza, I don’t think it is anything that is gonna catch on fast here in Brasil. Oh well, I tried. And mom, thanks for the recipe!J
You know when God told us to pray? He meant it. “…Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth, as it is in Heaven…”
