Thursday, November 17, 2005

A Shout Out To My Friend Kelli


So, it's been a while since I posted. My friend Kelli Bragdon reminded me. My friend Kelli knows why I haven't posted because she has THREE (count 'em) THREE little girls younger than my youngest. She and Dan live in Pennsylvania with their three sweet girls, FaithLyn, Elise and Olivia. Wow. That's lots of little girls. But I remember Kelli before she was Kelli Mommy. I remember her back when she was just Kelli Clark, Hardin-Simmons Freshman. Man were we cool. We have millions of fun memories, but two stick out in my mind at this moment.

Our freshman year we did a Disciple Now in Midland, Texas. Chad, Kelli, Andrea (my roommate) and I drove there together. We were driving through Big Spring and eating a snack. Chad (for some unknown reason) peeled an orange and put the entire thing in his mouth. Evidently I had no clue what he was doing and was talking and looking the other way. I heard Kelli say, "Erin, look at Chad so he can stop." Just like that. It was hilarious. Kelli, Andrea and I laughed our heads off and Chad was HACKED. Hacked because he got nailed by Kelli Clark in classic Kelli form.

The other memory took place after we had all gotten married. Chad and I lived out in the country in this giant house and we never locked the doors. Dan and Kelli were on staff at a church in Abilene. Dan was the youth minister there. To welcome them to the church the congregation gave them a pounding. You know, the kind where everyone cleans out their pantries and gives you the stuff that they'll never eat. So Dan and Kelli were overrun with canned goods and about half of the cans were green peas. I really don't know of a food that they hate more than green peas. What to do...what to do...
So Chad and I come home one night and start to get ready for bed. I open the medicine cabinet to get my toothbrush. What? Peas in my medicine cabinet? How did those get here. Hmmm. I go to my dresser to get my jammies. More peas? What the heck? Under our pillows, in our coat pockets, in our oven, under the couch cushions. Everywhere! Stinkin' green peas. We found them for months. Much to the amusement of Dan and Kelli Bragdon.