So, I am now back in Houston.
The trip back was quite uneventful, but I did find a back way that utilized every country road between Houston and Troup. That shaved a good 30 miles off the trip. But (and this is a pretty big but), if you get behind a truck pulling a tractor, the time that you save from going that way quickly gets added back on.
My plan this week is to get caught back up on work. I feel like I haven't been in my office in forever. I'm fairly certain I left it in a most disasterous state.
Good news...the large broken piece of my office furniture was replaced. So, I should be able to move back into my office this week. WOOHOO!!!!!! I have been in a make shift office since the middle of June, and I will be most excited to finally have everything put away and know where everything is.
Well, I hope everyone has a wonderful Labor Day (and doesn't work too hard).
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
We Made It Through (Plus My Friends)
Well...we made it through. We said goodbye to our beloved Granddaddy with much love, laughter, and tears.
As I sit in my grandparents' house typing this, I am surrounded tons of food and even more flowers. It is obvious that my grandparents were loved by so many in their community. Tomorrow, we will begin the process of writing thank you notes, and we will probably spend a good bit of time rearranging the freezer so that we can store some of this food.
I want to thank everyone who called, emailed, or sent notes of condolences. Your prayers and kind words were greatly appreciated.
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Due to the events of the past week, I haven't had much of a chance to blog about anything else, but now I will try to get back to that.
As most of you know, this last week was supposed to have been a vacation for me. My plan was to come to Dallas to see all of my friends. That didn't quite work. However, I did get a brief glimpse of everyone on Sunday. In fact, we had Bible Class O'Jennifer.
I was only going to be at Saturn Road through Bible Class time (my dad teaches the oldest 3-year old class). So, my wonderful, tremendous friends sat with me in the seating area of the Children's Wing, and we just got to visit. (Shhh...don't tell anyone that we didn't actually make it to a Bible Class.) We laughed and told stories. We even planned a trip or two. It was the BEST non-vacation I ever could have hoped for, and it made all the difference in the world.
Girls, thanks for skipping Bible Class for me.
As I sit in my grandparents' house typing this, I am surrounded tons of food and even more flowers. It is obvious that my grandparents were loved by so many in their community. Tomorrow, we will begin the process of writing thank you notes, and we will probably spend a good bit of time rearranging the freezer so that we can store some of this food.
I want to thank everyone who called, emailed, or sent notes of condolences. Your prayers and kind words were greatly appreciated.
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Due to the events of the past week, I haven't had much of a chance to blog about anything else, but now I will try to get back to that.
As most of you know, this last week was supposed to have been a vacation for me. My plan was to come to Dallas to see all of my friends. That didn't quite work. However, I did get a brief glimpse of everyone on Sunday. In fact, we had Bible Class O'Jennifer.
I was only going to be at Saturn Road through Bible Class time (my dad teaches the oldest 3-year old class). So, my wonderful, tremendous friends sat with me in the seating area of the Children's Wing, and we just got to visit. (Shhh...don't tell anyone that we didn't actually make it to a Bible Class.) We laughed and told stories. We even planned a trip or two. It was the BEST non-vacation I ever could have hoped for, and it made all the difference in the world.
Girls, thanks for skipping Bible Class for me.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Going Out in Style
I have to own up to something. On Sunday morning Lisa K. told me that I was not allowed to write another sad post because the last one that she read had made her cry. Since my post from last night did not adhere to her request, I thought I would throw in a funny one this morning just to swing us all back towards laughter.
Here goes...
By Sunday morning, my grandfather had been nonresponsive for a little over 24 hours. Since my grandfather always worked to look presentable, my mother and her sisters decided to freshen him up a little. They washed his face, gave him a good shave (with an electric razor), and put lotion on his face, hands, and feet.
While all of that was part of his normal "get ready for the day" routine, they did decide to add a couple of steps that I feel fairly safe in saying he would have NEVER EVER EVER done himself. The first was mousse. Yes, my mother decided that the little bit of hair he had on his head needed some product. So, she pulled out her can of mousse and styled him up good.
If that wasn't enough to test his masculinity, my mother's baby sister pulled out her tweezers. Do you see where I am going with this? Yes, she proceeded to pluck his eyebrows (apparently, a nonresponsive patient can remain nonresponsive even through the pain of a good plucking). She said that she mainly worked on his uni-brow and a handful of stray hairs, but I would like to state for the record that he looked a little more metrosexual than I have ever seen an elderly gentleman look.
Later in the day, as we were sitting around him and visiting, someone remarked that he was beginning to look a little jaundiced. His kidneys and liver had started shutting down, and so we chalked up the color change to that. However, as we kept talking about it, my mother mentioned that she thought the lotion had something in it. On closer inspection, we discovered that the lotion did indeed have something in it. It was a Self-Tanning Lotion. Yes, apparently we self-tanned my granddaddy. He looked better than George Hamilton. After laughing quite a bit about the bronze-like effect of his face, hands, and feet, we told him that first we were sorry and second that he at least looked good.
From his hair to his eyebrows to his self-tan, he was most definitely going out in style.
Here goes...
By Sunday morning, my grandfather had been nonresponsive for a little over 24 hours. Since my grandfather always worked to look presentable, my mother and her sisters decided to freshen him up a little. They washed his face, gave him a good shave (with an electric razor), and put lotion on his face, hands, and feet.
While all of that was part of his normal "get ready for the day" routine, they did decide to add a couple of steps that I feel fairly safe in saying he would have NEVER EVER EVER done himself. The first was mousse. Yes, my mother decided that the little bit of hair he had on his head needed some product. So, she pulled out her can of mousse and styled him up good.
If that wasn't enough to test his masculinity, my mother's baby sister pulled out her tweezers. Do you see where I am going with this? Yes, she proceeded to pluck his eyebrows (apparently, a nonresponsive patient can remain nonresponsive even through the pain of a good plucking). She said that she mainly worked on his uni-brow and a handful of stray hairs, but I would like to state for the record that he looked a little more metrosexual than I have ever seen an elderly gentleman look.
Later in the day, as we were sitting around him and visiting, someone remarked that he was beginning to look a little jaundiced. His kidneys and liver had started shutting down, and so we chalked up the color change to that. However, as we kept talking about it, my mother mentioned that she thought the lotion had something in it. On closer inspection, we discovered that the lotion did indeed have something in it. It was a Self-Tanning Lotion. Yes, apparently we self-tanned my granddaddy. He looked better than George Hamilton. After laughing quite a bit about the bronze-like effect of his face, hands, and feet, we told him that first we were sorry and second that he at least looked good.
From his hair to his eyebrows to his self-tan, he was most definitely going out in style.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Goodbye
The best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
~ William Wordsworth
Today at 12:50pm, my dear, sweet grandfather passed away.
As hard as it is to process, we all feel very blessed that his last few days were peaceful, and he was able to pass with his wife and daughters by his side.
By Saturday, the doctors told us that the end was near, and so the family was able to spend Sunday honoring his memory. We sat around his bed in the hospice room and told all of our favorite "Granddaddy" stories. There were many, and with each one we laughed and cried a little bit more.
One of my aunts remarked that maybe the reason that he fought to stay with us just a little bit longer was to give the family just a little more time to simply be together. We weren't thinking about our busy lives that needed rushing back to. We were talking, laughing, reminiscing, and just loving each other. That is a gift that will always be treasured.
On Thursday, we will formally say goodbye to this man that I have proudly called my Granddaddy. I will desperately miss him, our weekly telephone calls, and his fudge (he made the best fudge). However, the strength of character that permeated every facet of his life and defined who he was will remain with me always.
To echo what my grandmother said to him shortly before he passed away, "Save me a place."
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
~ William Wordsworth
Today at 12:50pm, my dear, sweet grandfather passed away.
As hard as it is to process, we all feel very blessed that his last few days were peaceful, and he was able to pass with his wife and daughters by his side.
By Saturday, the doctors told us that the end was near, and so the family was able to spend Sunday honoring his memory. We sat around his bed in the hospice room and told all of our favorite "Granddaddy" stories. There were many, and with each one we laughed and cried a little bit more.
One of my aunts remarked that maybe the reason that he fought to stay with us just a little bit longer was to give the family just a little more time to simply be together. We weren't thinking about our busy lives that needed rushing back to. We were talking, laughing, reminiscing, and just loving each other. That is a gift that will always be treasured.
On Thursday, we will formally say goodbye to this man that I have proudly called my Granddaddy. I will desperately miss him, our weekly telephone calls, and his fudge (he made the best fudge). However, the strength of character that permeated every facet of his life and defined who he was will remain with me always.
To echo what my grandmother said to him shortly before he passed away, "Save me a place."
Friday, August 22, 2008
Harder Than Any of Us Could Have Imagined
Wow, what a week it has been.
I guess I really should remark on the past few months rather than just the week.
So...maybe I'll just leave it at "wow."
Many of you know that a few months ago my grandfather was diagnosed with a very aggresive brain tumor. Because of the closeness of my family, it has definitely been a rollercoaster ride over these past few months.
We were told to expect non-cognitive behavior, paralyzation, and all of the other "normal" deteriorations that occur with this type of illness.
So, we prepare. We pray. We focus on the wonderful blessing that his long and healthy life has given us. Most days when you ask any of us (the family members) about it, we can answer quite matter-of-factly.
Today, though, I think that changed.
Today, he entered hospice.
Today marked the beginning of the end.
My mother and her older sister sat with my grandmother as she quietly shed her tears over the change in situation. Those tears were shed over moving my grandfather out of the house that he has lived in for 67 years. Those tears were shed as my grandmother told her daughters that she promised my grandfather that she would always be with him. Those tears were shed as they moved the family picture that we took just three months ago to his room at the hospice facility. Tears are shed even now as I type this.
It is definitely harder than any of us could have ever imagined.
I guess I really should remark on the past few months rather than just the week.
So...maybe I'll just leave it at "wow."
Many of you know that a few months ago my grandfather was diagnosed with a very aggresive brain tumor. Because of the closeness of my family, it has definitely been a rollercoaster ride over these past few months.
We were told to expect non-cognitive behavior, paralyzation, and all of the other "normal" deteriorations that occur with this type of illness.
So, we prepare. We pray. We focus on the wonderful blessing that his long and healthy life has given us. Most days when you ask any of us (the family members) about it, we can answer quite matter-of-factly.
Today, though, I think that changed.
Today, he entered hospice.
Today marked the beginning of the end.
My mother and her older sister sat with my grandmother as she quietly shed her tears over the change in situation. Those tears were shed over moving my grandfather out of the house that he has lived in for 67 years. Those tears were shed as my grandmother told her daughters that she promised my grandfather that she would always be with him. Those tears were shed as they moved the family picture that we took just three months ago to his room at the hospice facility. Tears are shed even now as I type this.
It is definitely harder than any of us could have ever imagined.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Cornucopia of Items
Cell phones in bathrooms...DO NOT ANSWER THEM IN THE BATHROOM...eeewww gross. Yep, this happened to me today. I am in the restroom waiting my turn, and I hear the cell phone of a lady in one of the stalls ring. What does she do? Ignore it? Nope. Look at the screen to see who she might need to call back? Nope. No, in fact she decides that sitting in a stall using the restroom is the perfect place to take a phone call. Again, I have to say eeeewwwww gross.
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Jason Mraz. I get to see him in concert! I am super super excited. Granted, it is not until October, but I am still very much looking forward to it. Now, if only NKOTB would make their way to Houston on tour. That would complete my concert experience.
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My niece (the one with the beam in the living room) has taught one of my dogs how to walk down the beam, turn around, walk back, sit on the beam, and then stand on two legs. He definitely seems ready for the Olympics. On other note, I tried to get her to let me video her new beam dismount the other day to post. She wouldn't have any of it. So, you will just have to envision a back flip (in tuck, pike, or layout position...she can do all three) off the beam.
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Due to the events of the past week, I have had a chance to catch up on my reading. So, I have some books to recommend.
1. A Persistent Peace: One Man's Struggle for a Nonviolent World - This book is written by (and is about) Father John Dear, a Jesuit Priest, who has spent the majority of his life as a peace activist throughout the world. It is a good overview of the history of the peace movement over the past few decades.
2. A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon - This is the same guy who wrote The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time (my all-time favorite book). This one is just as quirky and irreverent as Curious. This one is told from a family perspective and watches as their lives unravel.
3. Three Cups of Tea by David Oliver Relin - I have just started this one, but so far I am very much enjoying it.
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Jason Mraz. I get to see him in concert! I am super super excited. Granted, it is not until October, but I am still very much looking forward to it. Now, if only NKOTB would make their way to Houston on tour. That would complete my concert experience.
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My niece (the one with the beam in the living room) has taught one of my dogs how to walk down the beam, turn around, walk back, sit on the beam, and then stand on two legs. He definitely seems ready for the Olympics. On other note, I tried to get her to let me video her new beam dismount the other day to post. She wouldn't have any of it. So, you will just have to envision a back flip (in tuck, pike, or layout position...she can do all three) off the beam.
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Due to the events of the past week, I have had a chance to catch up on my reading. So, I have some books to recommend.
1. A Persistent Peace: One Man's Struggle for a Nonviolent World - This book is written by (and is about) Father John Dear, a Jesuit Priest, who has spent the majority of his life as a peace activist throughout the world. It is a good overview of the history of the peace movement over the past few decades.
2. A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon - This is the same guy who wrote The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time (my all-time favorite book). This one is just as quirky and irreverent as Curious. This one is told from a family perspective and watches as their lives unravel.
3. Three Cups of Tea by David Oliver Relin - I have just started this one, but so far I am very much enjoying it.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Completely and Totally Serious
My mother called me this morning, and asked me to drive on out to East Texas today to help my grandparents since she and her sisters needed to all be back at work. So, I went home at lunch time to pack up a bag and grab my Ipods (I have a music one and a podcast one). Anyway, as I was catching up on my NPR podcasts, I heard about the new "must have" technological gadget. So, I had to tell you guys about it.
It is the Wake N' Bacon Alarm Clock.
The Wake N' Bacon Alarm Clock wakes you up with the intoxicating porky bacon smell. You put a slice of frozen bacon in the clock's chamber when you set the alarm the night before, and voila, you wake up to the wafting smell of a cooked piece of bacon.
My Question is what about a Wake N' Chocolate Chip Cookie Alarm Clock? Or a Wake N' Pizza Alarm Clock?
It is the Wake N' Bacon Alarm Clock.
The Wake N' Bacon Alarm Clock wakes you up with the intoxicating porky bacon smell. You put a slice of frozen bacon in the clock's chamber when you set the alarm the night before, and voila, you wake up to the wafting smell of a cooked piece of bacon.
My Question is what about a Wake N' Chocolate Chip Cookie Alarm Clock? Or a Wake N' Pizza Alarm Clock?
Friday, August 15, 2008
Campy Camp Camp
So, I am back from camp. We got back late this afternoon. It was lots of fun. All of the kids I took had a blast (which is definitely a good sign). I have always been a fan of camp and will probably always remain so. In fact, you could drop me off in the middle of the woods with nothing more than a coat hanger, a bottle of sunscreen, and some beanie weenies, and I would be very content. Add in a roll of duct tape, and I could be just like Michael Scott in his trek through the wilderness.
Some of the happenings from camp...
1. Purple hands. Yes, I turned my hands a very barney-like shade of purple. The Craft ladies tie-dyed this week at camp, and I offered to hang up the shirts after they had been dyed. It didn't even occur to me that I might need to wear gloves. Voila...purple hands. Fortunately, one of the kitchen ladies knew a top about how to get off the dye...bleach. After pouring the vast majority of a bottle of bleach on my hands, they are now their usual shade of pasty white.
2. I got to enjoy the wonderment that is Buc-ee's (see my previous post). I am still in awe of the establishment that let's one shop for beef jerky, biker vests, milk, and cheetos in the same location.
3. I got to shoot a bow and arrow during archery time at camp, and I actually hit the target (nowhere near the center, but that will be beside the point). It was AMAZING. I am still beeming with pride over that accomplishment.
4. 200 kids and I did the "Cha-Cha Slide". You gotta love the fact that a dance created as a fitness craze is now a wedding favorite (and apparently a camp favorite).
5. I have two interesting tan lines now (get your mind out of the gutter, they are not what you are thinking). The first is my flip flop tan lines. That's pretty normal. The second is my bandaid tan line. Yes, the perpetual bandaid that covers my tattoo stayed in place all week at camp. Mix pasty white skin with hot, hot sun, and you get a very unusual tan line. The whole "port wine stain" scenario is really seeming like a good idea now.
In other news, I have had to cancel my vacation. This week while I was at camp, my grandfather's health significantly deteriorated and we are looking at about 2 months. With that being the case, I need to hold onto my vacation days for obvious reasons. Please pray for my grandparents, mother, and her sisters as theymake their way through this difficult time.
Some of the happenings from camp...
1. Purple hands. Yes, I turned my hands a very barney-like shade of purple. The Craft ladies tie-dyed this week at camp, and I offered to hang up the shirts after they had been dyed. It didn't even occur to me that I might need to wear gloves. Voila...purple hands. Fortunately, one of the kitchen ladies knew a top about how to get off the dye...bleach. After pouring the vast majority of a bottle of bleach on my hands, they are now their usual shade of pasty white.
2. I got to enjoy the wonderment that is Buc-ee's (see my previous post). I am still in awe of the establishment that let's one shop for beef jerky, biker vests, milk, and cheetos in the same location.
3. I got to shoot a bow and arrow during archery time at camp, and I actually hit the target (nowhere near the center, but that will be beside the point). It was AMAZING. I am still beeming with pride over that accomplishment.
4. 200 kids and I did the "Cha-Cha Slide". You gotta love the fact that a dance created as a fitness craze is now a wedding favorite (and apparently a camp favorite).
5. I have two interesting tan lines now (get your mind out of the gutter, they are not what you are thinking). The first is my flip flop tan lines. That's pretty normal. The second is my bandaid tan line. Yes, the perpetual bandaid that covers my tattoo stayed in place all week at camp. Mix pasty white skin with hot, hot sun, and you get a very unusual tan line. The whole "port wine stain" scenario is really seeming like a good idea now.
In other news, I have had to cancel my vacation. This week while I was at camp, my grandfather's health significantly deteriorated and we are looking at about 2 months. With that being the case, I need to hold onto my vacation days for obvious reasons. Please pray for my grandparents, mother, and her sisters as theymake their way through this difficult time.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Buc-ees and Beef Jerky
Okay, so I really wish I could have posted a picture with this post, but I can't seem to figure out how to attach a picture since I am typing this post on my Blackberry (no, I am not driving, someone else is).
Anyway, I have just had most amazing gas station/restroom break/convenience store experience. We are on our way to camp, and on the way we stopped at Buc-ees. Now, this isn't just any sort of convenience store. This is the store to end all stores.
Not only can you buy a Texas State Flag cutting board made with 4 different types of wood, but they have a plethora of jerky. There is beef jerky, turkey jerky, elk jerky, and maybe even some raccoon jerky.
But the best moment of the stop was when I noticed that the fountain drink dispensers had flavorings. So, I made myself a diet coke with plenty of lime, and we are now back in the car and happily on our way.
Now, what could possibly top this day?
Anyway, I have just had most amazing gas station/restroom break/convenience store experience. We are on our way to camp, and on the way we stopped at Buc-ees. Now, this isn't just any sort of convenience store. This is the store to end all stores.
Not only can you buy a Texas State Flag cutting board made with 4 different types of wood, but they have a plethora of jerky. There is beef jerky, turkey jerky, elk jerky, and maybe even some raccoon jerky.
But the best moment of the stop was when I noticed that the fountain drink dispensers had flavorings. So, I made myself a diet coke with plenty of lime, and we are now back in the car and happily on our way.
Now, what could possibly top this day?
Friday, August 8, 2008
Random Thoughts
So, the last few days have been a flurry of activity and thoughts. Rather than blog properly and tell you about all of it, I think I will try to sum up each event in just a few sentences.
1. Drove to Dallas Thursday night and back to Houston Friday morning. Long drive, but my dad changed my oil and filled up my car with gas.
2. I HEART HEART HEART the olympics. Yes, I do cry at all the human interest stories. Do you remember the deaf swimmer? He couldn't hear the starting gun which obviously made it difficult to know when to actually enter the pool, but how important is the starting gun really?
3. The new Beverly Hills 90210 debuts on September 2. Come on, admit it...you are just as excited as I am about the revival of Shannen Doherty's career.
4. I have discovered that I am a bit addicted to the word games (Scramble and Wordpath) on Facebook. I have also discovered that I am not very smart at those games.
5. Eleven days and counting till Dallas vacation. As much as I love my job in Houston, I am very excited to have friends for a week.
6. I watching the opening ceremonies as I type this. Do you think more drummers have ever been gathered in one location at one time before? Do you really think there should ever be this many drummers in one location at one time? I think it throws of the balance of the earth's spin.
7. I have been searching for a Velma (as in Scooby Doo's Velma) costume all day today that I need for camp. Yes, I am embracing the typecast.
1. Drove to Dallas Thursday night and back to Houston Friday morning. Long drive, but my dad changed my oil and filled up my car with gas.
2. I HEART HEART HEART the olympics. Yes, I do cry at all the human interest stories. Do you remember the deaf swimmer? He couldn't hear the starting gun which obviously made it difficult to know when to actually enter the pool, but how important is the starting gun really?
3. The new Beverly Hills 90210 debuts on September 2. Come on, admit it...you are just as excited as I am about the revival of Shannen Doherty's career.
4. I have discovered that I am a bit addicted to the word games (Scramble and Wordpath) on Facebook. I have also discovered that I am not very smart at those games.
5. Eleven days and counting till Dallas vacation. As much as I love my job in Houston, I am very excited to have friends for a week.
6. I watching the opening ceremonies as I type this. Do you think more drummers have ever been gathered in one location at one time before? Do you really think there should ever be this many drummers in one location at one time? I think it throws of the balance of the earth's spin.
7. I have been searching for a Velma (as in Scooby Doo's Velma) costume all day today that I need for camp. Yes, I am embracing the typecast.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Kids' RoadMaP Pictures
Here are a few pictures from RoadMaP.
One of our stops was City Hall at the Reflecting Pond. You can see the kids in the distance.
Here is a little bit of a closer view.
One of our stops was City Hall at the Reflecting Pond. You can see the kids in the distance.
Here is a little bit of a closer view.
This is what the back of the t-shirt looked like.
Here some of us are as we make our way down the street towards the Impact Warehouse.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Snow Day with Wind and Rain
So, we are batting down the hatches for Tropical Storm Edouard.
The church office has been closed for tomorrow and all activities cancelled. It is kind of like a snow day with wind and rain (best of all, it is NOT COLD).
So, in preparation for the mighty wind and rain, I went to the store and bought bottled water (just in case), toilet paper (always a necessity), 6 frozen dinners (cause I have no food in my house), and a bag of buttery popcorn (just because microwave popcorn can ease any soul trying to survive a tropical storm).
One of the church secretaries sent me home with a a portable radio in case power goes out, and I brought my computer and a good bit of work home with me.
So I am ready for my Tropical Storm Day.
The church office has been closed for tomorrow and all activities cancelled. It is kind of like a snow day with wind and rain (best of all, it is NOT COLD).
So, in preparation for the mighty wind and rain, I went to the store and bought bottled water (just in case), toilet paper (always a necessity), 6 frozen dinners (cause I have no food in my house), and a bag of buttery popcorn (just because microwave popcorn can ease any soul trying to survive a tropical storm).
One of the church secretaries sent me home with a a portable radio in case power goes out, and I brought my computer and a good bit of work home with me.
So I am ready for my Tropical Storm Day.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Highlights and Heckling
So, this weekend was Kids' RoadMaP. It was a blast. I am thoroughly exhausted, but I loved every minute. There was lots of laughter, lots of new friends made, and not much sleep, but that is perfectly okay.
Our mission aspect to this year's RoadMaP was a trip to a nursing home to play Bingo with the residents and serve them root beer floats. The kids did great and the residents loved it. However, the residents are super-serious about their Bingo. I was a little surprised. Every so often, one of the residents would yell out at me that I was calling the numbers too fast (or not fast enough) or I wasn't speaking loudly enough. My favorite was when we were getting ready for the final game, and I called "blackout" for that game. There was definitely some rumbling in the wheel chairs.
Well, as summer comes to a close, I have a couple of day events and then camp (I heart camp), and then strangely enough, this summer is over. It has flown by, and it has been lots of fun. However, it is definitely time to catch up on sleep.
Our mission aspect to this year's RoadMaP was a trip to a nursing home to play Bingo with the residents and serve them root beer floats. The kids did great and the residents loved it. However, the residents are super-serious about their Bingo. I was a little surprised. Every so often, one of the residents would yell out at me that I was calling the numbers too fast (or not fast enough) or I wasn't speaking loudly enough. My favorite was when we were getting ready for the final game, and I called "blackout" for that game. There was definitely some rumbling in the wheel chairs.
Well, as summer comes to a close, I have a couple of day events and then camp (I heart camp), and then strangely enough, this summer is over. It has flown by, and it has been lots of fun. However, it is definitely time to catch up on sleep.
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