InstaFriday: NKOTBSB Edition
This entire post will not be dedicated to New Kids on the Block and the reunion event of the century.
It will not.
OK, just some of it.
Just a few pictures.
I was a fan in junior high school.
A big, embarrassing fan.
With dolls. And pillowcases. And Jordan Knight/Teen Beat wallpaper.
Vikki heard they were coming to HP Pavilion and she made us all go.
The Backstreet Boys accompanied my boyfriends on this reunion tour.
And I will say I could have easily done without their portion of the show.
And they alternated every other song. Which was not my favorite layout.
It went a little something like this:
“Uh uh oh oh oh. Uh uh oh oh. Uh uh oh oh oh. The right stuff.”
Jump up, scream, dance like a 13 year old.
Almost cry but don’t.
“You are my fire. The one desire…”
Sit down. Check email. Take a picture.
Play Hanging with Friends.
Wave at and text Michelle and Sue who were across the arena.
Watch a girl get carried down by 2 paramedics with an Ace bandage around her ankle.
“Please don’t go girl. You would ruin my whole world.”
Jump up. Scream. Dance like a 13 year old.
Almost cry but don’t.
Back and forth. All night.
I don’t know them.
I don’t like them.
I didn’t have their pillowcases.
Whew. I spent a lot of time on that.
We can’t be friends anymore, huh?
Church the next morning.
The 100% best part about a church plant at a school in the summertime?
No tear-down. We have the place all summer long.
Not that I do much tearing down anyway.
I love Old Testament references to Christ.
On Sunday, Dave preached on this one.
Is this the most random post in all of history?
NKOTB to OT foreshadowings of Christ?
Sometimes I feel as shallow as a kiddie pool.
Moving on. And speaking of pools.
It was sweltering this week.
So we escaped to the hills and the home of friends with a pool.
Thanks, Turdici family. We had a blast!
She’s not excited at all to be swimming.
4th of July baking prep.
Although it was pretend prep because we did no baking.
Because it was sweltering.
We’ve gone to the exact same spot to watch the fireworks show since the beginning of time.
E. Hillsdale Blvd/Center Park Ln.
Ashlyn loves them.
And shouts out the colors for us as if we can’t see.
It’s cute. For the first 5 explosions.
But there are like 508 explosions. So it starts to not get so cute.
Although this year I think there were only like 308 explosions.
Budget cut-backs and all. Not the best show ever.
Firework color identification wears a girl out.
Hi Dave! I love breakfast with you!
She ditched her water wings and jumped.
Because the pool makes her crazy. And irrational.
This is how she falls asleep most nights.
Reading a book about dinosaurs.
Surrounded by a variety of stuffed huskies.
Sea creature stickers proudly displayed on her headboard.
She also tans darker than a T-Rex in the summertime.
I’m off to make Texas sheet cake for the Friday Night Lights season finale tonight.
I’m also in denial about it ending. I could barely even type that, y’all.
Also linking up with Jeannett.
It’s the thing to do on Friday.