Thanksgiving was great. I went into it blind because I had no clue what to expect. I spent it with family I hadn't seen in ten years. We all have changed so much...it was good to catch up, reconnect, learn and laugh together. The food kicked butt too!!! :)
I guess this brings up the ever coined question of: What are you thankful for?
What am I thankful for? Truly, when thinking and reflecting, I can easily respond with, my family, loving and supportive friends or all the gifts God has given me this past year; but I truly think the greatest blessing I've gotten this year is the opportunity to do JVC.
JVC wasn't on my mind at all during this break but when I came back to work yesterday, I realized what I was the most thankful for: my kids. When I finally got to the 5-7 boys group they all fought each other to run up and hug me, and said, "I missed you." The 5-7 year old girls did the same thing and each time one of them ran up to me I looked down at their big eyes and wide smile and sincerely said, "I missed you too." The rush of love came back into my heart. During this break I felt a different kind of love, but yesterday, when all the kids were fighting each other to hug me, I felt full and warm. I am thankful for my kids. They have taught me patience, sincerity, a new kind of laughter and a new kind of love. I love them and their devilish behavior, high pitched screaming, innocent minds and big hearts.
My gratitude for JVC goes deeper though. My number one blessing has been my kids, but it is quickly followed up by my roommates. We got a Christmas tree last night and it was so awesome being back in our tiny community. Even when the tree almost feel over, we were laughing and problem solving. We fit together...not always perfectly, but we balance each other out very well. We bounce ideas off of each other, feel comfortable enough to look stupid in front of one another and truly have a base line of love for one another. I am thankful for their patience and friendship, they are true blessings in my life.
I have much to write but this seems like the best place to end it. I could never possibly convey every aspect of what went down this weekend in my blog...you'd be bored, but I thought the idea of gratitude was the most important...25 days to Christmas and I can't wait!!! Loves!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Knocked Back to Reality
I began today wracking my brain for what write, what to enlighten my readers with today and I couldn't come up with anything really pertinent so I went back to folding, stapling and mailing brochures. When 2:30pm rolled around one of my favorite kids came in for homework help. He's 8 years old, a handful and has a few learning disabilities so patience is key with him.
He came in today with a huge grin, ready to fight me about doing his homework. So after 30 minutes of arguing over everything under the sun and holding his shoes for ransom, we finally began his addition problems. During which time he kept leaning back in his chair and tilting the legs back...I told him time and time again to stop leaning back until I finally told him, "if you do that one more time, you'll lose computer privileges." He looked at me blankly and I responded with, "do you know why I keep telling you to stop?" Again, he offered me a blank stare and I proceeded, "it only takes once for you to lean back in your chair, slip and smack your head against the wall." Then he said something I don't think I'll ever forget:
He turned to me, as if looking past me and said, "my cousin is dead." He took me by surprise, so I responded with, "what do you mean?" This boy gets confused easily and as I said, he has learning disabilities so sometimes he doesn't mean what he says. He went on, "My cousin went to the store to go get books like the ones I got and when he got outta the car some people shot him. I went to his funeral." You can imagine my shock...I said, "I'm so sorry J'Ron. When did this happen? Are you OK?" He looked at me, completely unphased to the magnitude of what his words meant and said, "he's not coming back."
My heart broke. This little guy, who I've gotten to know as if he's my own, didn't understand the concept of death and what "a shooting" even meant. My eyes got really watery (of course, it's me, duh.) and he looked at me, climbed on my lap and said, "what's wrong, Miss Katie?" I said, "nothing, J'Ron, I just get sad sometimes."
I'm not sure if a revelation has hit me yet or if this story even has an over-arching social justice/human rights conclusion but it's something that hit me, struck me very hard and I thought I'd share it with you. I guess the idea of this post is that you never know where a kid or person has been or what's happened to them. I'm here...I'm here to do God's work, to be his hands, eyes and heart. It means that I sometimes have to hear some sad stuff...some real stuff that forces me to remember that this year isn't just a "volunteer year", it's a year to add so much substance and worth to not only my, but other people's lives.
He came in today with a huge grin, ready to fight me about doing his homework. So after 30 minutes of arguing over everything under the sun and holding his shoes for ransom, we finally began his addition problems. During which time he kept leaning back in his chair and tilting the legs back...I told him time and time again to stop leaning back until I finally told him, "if you do that one more time, you'll lose computer privileges." He looked at me blankly and I responded with, "do you know why I keep telling you to stop?" Again, he offered me a blank stare and I proceeded, "it only takes once for you to lean back in your chair, slip and smack your head against the wall." Then he said something I don't think I'll ever forget:
He turned to me, as if looking past me and said, "my cousin is dead." He took me by surprise, so I responded with, "what do you mean?" This boy gets confused easily and as I said, he has learning disabilities so sometimes he doesn't mean what he says. He went on, "My cousin went to the store to go get books like the ones I got and when he got outta the car some people shot him. I went to his funeral." You can imagine my shock...I said, "I'm so sorry J'Ron. When did this happen? Are you OK?" He looked at me, completely unphased to the magnitude of what his words meant and said, "he's not coming back."
My heart broke. This little guy, who I've gotten to know as if he's my own, didn't understand the concept of death and what "a shooting" even meant. My eyes got really watery (of course, it's me, duh.) and he looked at me, climbed on my lap and said, "what's wrong, Miss Katie?" I said, "nothing, J'Ron, I just get sad sometimes."
I'm not sure if a revelation has hit me yet or if this story even has an over-arching social justice/human rights conclusion but it's something that hit me, struck me very hard and I thought I'd share it with you. I guess the idea of this post is that you never know where a kid or person has been or what's happened to them. I'm here...I'm here to do God's work, to be his hands, eyes and heart. It means that I sometimes have to hear some sad stuff...some real stuff that forces me to remember that this year isn't just a "volunteer year", it's a year to add so much substance and worth to not only my, but other people's lives.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Parents...
Some have two, some have one, some have step, some have none...hahaha I rhymed. I've been so blessed to have two amazing parents. Although I've recognized the degree of their awesome-ness prior to my JVC experience, this reality has been presented to me time and time again in the past three months. I talk to them at least twice a week and whenever I need a "pick-me-up". They always have the best words of wisdom and guiding point of view that never tells me what I need to do or should do in any given situation.
For anyone who has met my mama, she is sweet, has a heart of gold, one of my friends says she needs to be canonized and all these amazing qualities are packed tightly into her 4' 8" frame. She is silly, as am I and she gets excited over the tiniest things, as do I. She looks out for everyone else before herself and even sacrifices her own comfort, wants or needs for others. I love her.
For anyone who has met my papa, you know he tells the corniest jokes, he's a softy deep down inside and has a passion for trivia, history, music and Broadway. He can be silly and his most infamous corny joke is whenever we pass a cemetery, he says, "people are dying to get in there." He's wonderful with children and loves helping anyone out when he can.
I believe God made my parents for each other because they compliment each other so well. They met when they were older and had my sister, brother and myself at an older age. I've always been the one who had "older parents" but I have loved every moment of it. Their old fashioned ways, combined with the attitude that in the end their three children make their own decisions made growing up wonderful, yet challenging.
For my birthday, my mama and papa sent me a box. Within this box came the following: two pairs of Christmas socks, one pack of regular socks, two pairs of pajamas (one, with dogs wearing reindeer antlers and one with sleeping sheep on them), some candy and a book entitled: "The Story of a Soul: St. Terese of Lisieux". This just epitomizes their quirkiness!
In addition, I keep no secret that my papa is not Catholic but my mama is. Last night my papa called me with a funny story. My parents have team taught Religious Education for at least 15 years and they have continued to teach it in Boise. On Tuesday my dad was pulled away from his classroom with my mom to help out the 2nd grade class learn about Reconciliation. My dad was asked to play the role of a priest in the mock reconciliation practice the 2nd graders were doing...when my dad was telling me this I couldn't help but bust a gut laughing...this story just shows how much love and support is obviously apparent in my parents' relationship. They've been married almost 30 years and dad has never become Catholic and in one night, he became a priest for a night! :)
I love my parents and am so thankful for the blessing that I have been given...thanks Mama and Papa Conway for being phenomenal examples and for being phenomenal human beings! I love you!
For anyone who has met my mama, she is sweet, has a heart of gold, one of my friends says she needs to be canonized and all these amazing qualities are packed tightly into her 4' 8" frame. She is silly, as am I and she gets excited over the tiniest things, as do I. She looks out for everyone else before herself and even sacrifices her own comfort, wants or needs for others. I love her.
For anyone who has met my papa, you know he tells the corniest jokes, he's a softy deep down inside and has a passion for trivia, history, music and Broadway. He can be silly and his most infamous corny joke is whenever we pass a cemetery, he says, "people are dying to get in there." He's wonderful with children and loves helping anyone out when he can.
I believe God made my parents for each other because they compliment each other so well. They met when they were older and had my sister, brother and myself at an older age. I've always been the one who had "older parents" but I have loved every moment of it. Their old fashioned ways, combined with the attitude that in the end their three children make their own decisions made growing up wonderful, yet challenging.
For my birthday, my mama and papa sent me a box. Within this box came the following: two pairs of Christmas socks, one pack of regular socks, two pairs of pajamas (one, with dogs wearing reindeer antlers and one with sleeping sheep on them), some candy and a book entitled: "The Story of a Soul: St. Terese of Lisieux". This just epitomizes their quirkiness!
In addition, I keep no secret that my papa is not Catholic but my mama is. Last night my papa called me with a funny story. My parents have team taught Religious Education for at least 15 years and they have continued to teach it in Boise. On Tuesday my dad was pulled away from his classroom with my mom to help out the 2nd grade class learn about Reconciliation. My dad was asked to play the role of a priest in the mock reconciliation practice the 2nd graders were doing...when my dad was telling me this I couldn't help but bust a gut laughing...this story just shows how much love and support is obviously apparent in my parents' relationship. They've been married almost 30 years and dad has never become Catholic and in one night, he became a priest for a night! :)
I love my parents and am so thankful for the blessing that I have been given...thanks Mama and Papa Conway for being phenomenal examples and for being phenomenal human beings! I love you!
Monday, November 15, 2010
The Tingles
Since getting to Bridgeport, I have noticed a certain feeling circulating in my veins. It originally started out low and then it started to grow until it capitalized on my utter exhaustion yesterday and blew up entirely. I have been getting what I like to call “the tingles”. It cannot be treated by a physician or mother…the only solution is finding the cause of said tingles and surrendering to its power.
Yesterday I was completely exhausted after nursing a gi-hugic hang over on Saturday (amazing night on the town Friday night in NYC, needless to say Saturday and Sunday were rough). My roommates and I decided to keep it low-key on Sunday because we were all feeling the effects of Friday night still. So Melissa found an advertisement in the paper for a gallery showing in Bridgeport. It was a great idea because it followed our very high standards that JVC has instilled in us: 1) in our host city 2) viewing artwork 3) free admission and 4) free food. Simply put, we were in. So we all piled into Alie’s car and headed to this mysterious art showing in an old abandoned factory.
We pulled into the parking lot, not knowing what or who to expect but if JVC has taught us anything, it’s to be optimistic. My eyes followed the deep red, brick walls up four stories to a sign that read, “Studios for Rent”. We were in the right place. We made our way through the heavily beaten doorway to our first studio…he was a painter. His artwork was a little redundant to me but my taste isn’t everyone’s taste. As we entered into room number two, I had hopes that this room would reveal how the rest of our artsy excursion would go…and it did.
Inside was an awesome installation exhibit. She had made over-sized (like taller than me) flower pots with people popping out of them…so cool. It was like scavenger installation work but also large scale installations.
Then we headed upstairs…my blood began to flow when we finally made it up to the third floor. It was phenomenal. I was in love…and the tingles were in full swing. I examined and gawked at the oil paint splatters of vibrant purples, lime greens and invasive black and was entranced. Each painting I passed, I fell more and more in love with the ideas, the efforts behind the work and the passion and freedom the artist had to do whatever he wanted. My favorites were two oil painters and they were the cause of the sudden butterflies and light fluttering I felt in my core. Painting after painting, small to large canvas inspired my pep in my step, which I diagnosed as “the tingles”. It began as a small nuisance, but it soon developed into a much deeper, overwhelming sensation of urgency, passion and motivation…aka: the tingles.
These tingles are still pumping through me and I left the factory feeling more alive than I had entered. I miss painting, I miss creating…I miss the time I had to let my mind burst free onto a canvas. I miss the smell of oil paints and the feeling of intense concentration on the thing I am creating. The only remedy for my tingles is to create again. I told my roommates I want to go to scrap yard and find cool things to use. I want to paint, make and release my creative juices and most of all I want to feed into my tingles. I have relented...mark that: Katie – 0 , Tingles - 1
Yesterday I was completely exhausted after nursing a gi-hugic hang over on Saturday (amazing night on the town Friday night in NYC, needless to say Saturday and Sunday were rough). My roommates and I decided to keep it low-key on Sunday because we were all feeling the effects of Friday night still. So Melissa found an advertisement in the paper for a gallery showing in Bridgeport. It was a great idea because it followed our very high standards that JVC has instilled in us: 1) in our host city 2) viewing artwork 3) free admission and 4) free food. Simply put, we were in. So we all piled into Alie’s car and headed to this mysterious art showing in an old abandoned factory.
We pulled into the parking lot, not knowing what or who to expect but if JVC has taught us anything, it’s to be optimistic. My eyes followed the deep red, brick walls up four stories to a sign that read, “Studios for Rent”. We were in the right place. We made our way through the heavily beaten doorway to our first studio…he was a painter. His artwork was a little redundant to me but my taste isn’t everyone’s taste. As we entered into room number two, I had hopes that this room would reveal how the rest of our artsy excursion would go…and it did.
Inside was an awesome installation exhibit. She had made over-sized (like taller than me) flower pots with people popping out of them…so cool. It was like scavenger installation work but also large scale installations.
Then we headed upstairs…my blood began to flow when we finally made it up to the third floor. It was phenomenal. I was in love…and the tingles were in full swing. I examined and gawked at the oil paint splatters of vibrant purples, lime greens and invasive black and was entranced. Each painting I passed, I fell more and more in love with the ideas, the efforts behind the work and the passion and freedom the artist had to do whatever he wanted. My favorites were two oil painters and they were the cause of the sudden butterflies and light fluttering I felt in my core. Painting after painting, small to large canvas inspired my pep in my step, which I diagnosed as “the tingles”. It began as a small nuisance, but it soon developed into a much deeper, overwhelming sensation of urgency, passion and motivation…aka: the tingles.
These tingles are still pumping through me and I left the factory feeling more alive than I had entered. I miss painting, I miss creating…I miss the time I had to let my mind burst free onto a canvas. I miss the smell of oil paints and the feeling of intense concentration on the thing I am creating. The only remedy for my tingles is to create again. I told my roommates I want to go to scrap yard and find cool things to use. I want to paint, make and release my creative juices and most of all I want to feed into my tingles. I have relented...mark that: Katie – 0 , Tingles - 1
Friday, November 12, 2010
Reflections on Turning 23
Groggily stretching my arms toward the ceiling and looking out the window with a huge smile on my face as the sun beams in through my window: today is unlike any other day; today I turn 23 for the first and last time ever. It's not very difficult to get myself out of bed because I know a warm shower and bright smiles are awaiting my arrival!
After getting ready for the day, I walk downstairs to find a sweet aroma in the air and a very busy roommate bustling around our kitchen. A big plate of butterscotch and chocolate pancakes were waiting for me with my morning coffee already poured and my lunch already made. "Good morning, birthday girl!" my roommate said. They had decorated the skeleton that was still up from Halloween with paper balloons and a party hat...what a good way to get the day started!
When I stepped into work, my boss had a sash in her hand that read, "Birthday Princess" that she insisted I wear for the entire day...so I did. The art teacher was absent that day so I volunteered to be the art teacher for the day. Throughout the day I got many hugs, happy birthday wishes and bright smiles, excited for my birthday. It helped mask the few kids that shuttered at the age I told them I was turning...23 just seems so old to a child.
At around 3pm, I looked around and the entire place was deserted...no kids in sight. So I decided to go upstairs and see what was keeping my kids. When I got to the gym, 200 kids were sitting on the gym floor and one of the councilors counted them off as they began singing, "Happy Birthday" to me...it was such a surprise and awesome moment. Following the song, kids came up to me and hugged me and my supervisor led me into the kitchen and showed me the huge cake they got for me with birthday cards anxiously awaiting my arrival. My co-workers proceeded to smear cake/icing all over my face and take pictures of the entire ordeal. It was a good time at work.
When I got home, my roommates had made me Mexican food with guacamole!!! I LOVE Mexican food!!! and had made me a cake and had gotten me a gift with a card. They thought of everything...it was very sweet. All in all, it was a wonderful birthday...
Reflections on Turning 23: I'm only as old as I believe myself to be...which is 8 by the way...I have a wonderful group of people from coast to coast who love me...I am so lucky to have the privileges I do to experience everything I am a part of right now...and as my dad said, "when will you ever again have 200 kids singing to you? Time and place is everything and if you never signed up for JVC, you probably wouldn't be where you are...with 200 kids, loving you on your special day." Timing and place is everything and I am so excited to see what path God has in store for me for the next 80 years!!!
***And the fun is just beginning...my roommates are taking me to NYC tonight for my birthday! I'm finally going to get to dance my heart out!!!***
Thanks to everyone for such a blessed and wonderful birthday. I actually cried yesterday because I was so touched...thank you and I love you all!
After getting ready for the day, I walk downstairs to find a sweet aroma in the air and a very busy roommate bustling around our kitchen. A big plate of butterscotch and chocolate pancakes were waiting for me with my morning coffee already poured and my lunch already made. "Good morning, birthday girl!" my roommate said. They had decorated the skeleton that was still up from Halloween with paper balloons and a party hat...what a good way to get the day started!
When I stepped into work, my boss had a sash in her hand that read, "Birthday Princess" that she insisted I wear for the entire day...so I did. The art teacher was absent that day so I volunteered to be the art teacher for the day. Throughout the day I got many hugs, happy birthday wishes and bright smiles, excited for my birthday. It helped mask the few kids that shuttered at the age I told them I was turning...23 just seems so old to a child.
At around 3pm, I looked around and the entire place was deserted...no kids in sight. So I decided to go upstairs and see what was keeping my kids. When I got to the gym, 200 kids were sitting on the gym floor and one of the councilors counted them off as they began singing, "Happy Birthday" to me...it was such a surprise and awesome moment. Following the song, kids came up to me and hugged me and my supervisor led me into the kitchen and showed me the huge cake they got for me with birthday cards anxiously awaiting my arrival. My co-workers proceeded to smear cake/icing all over my face and take pictures of the entire ordeal. It was a good time at work.
When I got home, my roommates had made me Mexican food with guacamole!!! I LOVE Mexican food!!! and had made me a cake and had gotten me a gift with a card. They thought of everything...it was very sweet. All in all, it was a wonderful birthday...
Reflections on Turning 23: I'm only as old as I believe myself to be...which is 8 by the way...I have a wonderful group of people from coast to coast who love me...I am so lucky to have the privileges I do to experience everything I am a part of right now...and as my dad said, "when will you ever again have 200 kids singing to you? Time and place is everything and if you never signed up for JVC, you probably wouldn't be where you are...with 200 kids, loving you on your special day." Timing and place is everything and I am so excited to see what path God has in store for me for the next 80 years!!!
***And the fun is just beginning...my roommates are taking me to NYC tonight for my birthday! I'm finally going to get to dance my heart out!!!***
Thanks to everyone for such a blessed and wonderful birthday. I actually cried yesterday because I was so touched...thank you and I love you all!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
"When Life Hands you Lemons..."
Well I am reminded of my dad's wise words: "If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans" because I definitely made plans and clearly the Lord had other plans for JVC Bridgeport.
With that said, we will not be getting a new roommate. Her reasons for not coming are completely admirable and totally understandable. We all agreed that we're happy she came to this realization now instead of three months down the line...so we really appreciated her maturity and willingness to look at everything with an objective eye. It will be the three amazing amigas for the remainder of JVC: Alie, Melissa and Katie 'til the end! :)
I am happy that we can finally move past this "roommate limbo" we've been in for the past month and continue this fantastic journey that is constantly surprising us and revealing unexpected things to us! So we were 3 of the 4 JVC values for Halloween and I thought I'd add pictures to this blog as a sort of a silver lining to this "dark cloud" of sorts. Enjoy and thanks to all for your prayers and support. Never a dull moment, ladies and gentlemen!!!
With that said, we will not be getting a new roommate. Her reasons for not coming are completely admirable and totally understandable. We all agreed that we're happy she came to this realization now instead of three months down the line...so we really appreciated her maturity and willingness to look at everything with an objective eye. It will be the three amazing amigas for the remainder of JVC: Alie, Melissa and Katie 'til the end! :)
I am happy that we can finally move past this "roommate limbo" we've been in for the past month and continue this fantastic journey that is constantly surprising us and revealing unexpected things to us! So we were 3 of the 4 JVC values for Halloween and I thought I'd add pictures to this blog as a sort of a silver lining to this "dark cloud" of sorts. Enjoy and thanks to all for your prayers and support. Never a dull moment, ladies and gentlemen!!!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Fun Weekend and Now Preparation...
This past weekend was great...non-stop craziness. On Friday, my community had our Jesuit liaison over for dinner and we had to discuss the "recent" community changes and what not. But once that was out of the way, we got to talking about the B-port book group we started and the crapiness of B-port's poverty/city environmental injustices. It was a great and interesting conversation and we got to know our Jes. a lot more...so all in all it was a success.
On Saturday, we made our way down to Newark, NJ for the JVC Halloween party. It was a blast. Our costume was fun...we went as three of the four values of JVC: Alie was the "Holy Ghost" aka Spirituality; Melissa was "Superwoman" with SoJo causes all over her cape aka Social Justice and I was in a potato sack aka Simple Living...we were missing Community...appropriate, right? Too soon? hahahaha...it was a hit and such a comfortable costume! :) It was fun to talk with other JV's and get re-united with people we hadn't seen since orientation. It was crazy to have to re-hash the whole going from 4 roommates to 3 story with everyone, but once it was out of the way, we had a blast.
Now onto the preparation! We are preparing for the arrival of our new roommate! All of the second years we talked to at the Halloween party said she was awesome so she has a lot to live up to!!! Kerry will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I've cleaned my room and Alie moved a bed into it so we're pretty ready for her to get here. All that's left to do is make welcome signs and decorations. It's weird sharing my room...having "my side" and everything but I'm excited for her to get here.
AND my kids are going to have half days tomorrow and Wednesday and then a full day on Thursday (best birthday gift ever!). So that's about it...a crazy weekend and insane switch from 4 community members to 3 to now 4 again. Never a dull moment, I tell ya! Loves!
On Saturday, we made our way down to Newark, NJ for the JVC Halloween party. It was a blast. Our costume was fun...we went as three of the four values of JVC: Alie was the "Holy Ghost" aka Spirituality; Melissa was "Superwoman" with SoJo causes all over her cape aka Social Justice and I was in a potato sack aka Simple Living...we were missing Community...appropriate, right? Too soon? hahahaha...it was a hit and such a comfortable costume! :) It was fun to talk with other JV's and get re-united with people we hadn't seen since orientation. It was crazy to have to re-hash the whole going from 4 roommates to 3 story with everyone, but once it was out of the way, we had a blast.
Now onto the preparation! We are preparing for the arrival of our new roommate! All of the second years we talked to at the Halloween party said she was awesome so she has a lot to live up to!!! Kerry will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I've cleaned my room and Alie moved a bed into it so we're pretty ready for her to get here. All that's left to do is make welcome signs and decorations. It's weird sharing my room...having "my side" and everything but I'm excited for her to get here.
AND my kids are going to have half days tomorrow and Wednesday and then a full day on Thursday (best birthday gift ever!). So that's about it...a crazy weekend and insane switch from 4 community members to 3 to now 4 again. Never a dull moment, I tell ya! Loves!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
A Quick Post
I only have a few moments to post something because my P.E. class will be here in 5 minutes but I brief recap on my weekend goes as follows:
Friday: Ushered at a local theater for their show, "RENT". It was pretty good and kinda fun.
Saturday: Laundry and cleaning and then the Shehan Center Halloween party...it was a ton of fun and stressful but very good. I was Superman and all my kids loved my costume. I led tours through the haunted house we had. Two kids peed themselves and one pooped himself...the poor kid. It was a really scary haunted house...really scary. I was afraid to go through the first time! My favorite was leading 10 year old boys through who thought they were so tough and then watching them freak out hard core and want to quit early...it was hilarious. Alie helped out, which was very nice...the parents were brutal with the results of the costume contest...it was ridiculous.
Sunday: HALLOWEEN!!! We went to the mall for haircuts and I chopped off all my hair...hahaha. It's short, but good short. We then went into the H & M store and I fell in love. I didn't buy anything because I am poor...hahaha...but I'd never been in H & M before and it's a cool store! Then, we prepared ourselves for Trick or Treaters. We only had like 10 kids come but it was fun to see all their costumes and what not. I baked my infamous cookies and my roomies said they love them...I have more to add to the fan club now, hahaha. We watched Sixteen Candles and I swooned over Jake Ryan for a good two hours of viewing pleasure. :)
We had a full day of kids yesterday and I went home exhausted. They take so much out of me. I am realizing that parenting must be tiring as well...I would need to train before I become a parent...it's a tiring job!!! How do they do it?!?!?!?
Anywho, I got to go...more to come later! Loves!
Friday: Ushered at a local theater for their show, "RENT". It was pretty good and kinda fun.
Saturday: Laundry and cleaning and then the Shehan Center Halloween party...it was a ton of fun and stressful but very good. I was Superman and all my kids loved my costume. I led tours through the haunted house we had. Two kids peed themselves and one pooped himself...the poor kid. It was a really scary haunted house...really scary. I was afraid to go through the first time! My favorite was leading 10 year old boys through who thought they were so tough and then watching them freak out hard core and want to quit early...it was hilarious. Alie helped out, which was very nice...the parents were brutal with the results of the costume contest...it was ridiculous.
Sunday: HALLOWEEN!!! We went to the mall for haircuts and I chopped off all my hair...hahaha. It's short, but good short. We then went into the H & M store and I fell in love. I didn't buy anything because I am poor...hahaha...but I'd never been in H & M before and it's a cool store! Then, we prepared ourselves for Trick or Treaters. We only had like 10 kids come but it was fun to see all their costumes and what not. I baked my infamous cookies and my roomies said they love them...I have more to add to the fan club now, hahaha. We watched Sixteen Candles and I swooned over Jake Ryan for a good two hours of viewing pleasure. :)
We had a full day of kids yesterday and I went home exhausted. They take so much out of me. I am realizing that parenting must be tiring as well...I would need to train before I become a parent...it's a tiring job!!! How do they do it?!?!?!?
Anywho, I got to go...more to come later! Loves!
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