Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Here are some more short excerpts from our lives of late...
The other day I found this semi-large envelope in the mail from Cornell University addressed to Brad. I was quite curious. He tore it open and guffawed upon reading the opening line, "Dear Resident of the Northern Forest..." It turns out we were selected to take part in a random survey...but it made us feel like backwoods folk.
Brad was trying out his newly acquired beard trimmer this week, and lo and behold, shaved off half of his beard by mistake. Ooops. So how his facial hair has transmogrified into a goatee, with which I am very much delighted.
The girls at the Shelter were involved in a project for school this week- writing a persuasive essay on makeup. They had to take one of two positions: makeup is bad for you, or makeup is good for you. It was very interesting to watch their efforts as they researched and drafted their way through the week. More than one girl took up the "make-up is bad because of animal testing" argument. In fact, I found one girl in tears at a computer; she had gone online to research animal testing and had found these grisly pictures of bunnies mistreated during testing on some beauty product. She had to go take a time-out to collect herself. Now, I've never been an animal rights person, but seeing pictures of some of the things that have been done to animals in the name of beauty made me feel a little queasy. And it made me think a little bit...Before, I would have said, " Well, it's better to test it on animals than to test it on humans!" But now I am thinking, why test at all? Why not find a natural product to use instead of gathering up all kinds of evil, acidy, carcinogenic chemicals to slather all over your face? Hmmm. Food for thought. But no, I am not going to go out and hold up signs protesting fur coats. Not that I WANT a fur coat...(ew) but I don't have anything against those who want to look odd.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
The sheep have been shorn and now look ridiculously small. I thought they were mature sheep but with their wool removed, they look positively toddler-ish...and also strangely bald...all over.
I discovered that our neighbors up the road have a couple of llamas. The strange creatures and I stared at each other for several minutes the other day while I was on a walk. Llamas are proof that God is funny.
The Shelter is in the process of renovating the attached barn ( where we have offices, the classroom, and the attic) and the first step towards demolition happened this week. The new portable classroom arrived and was deposited on the lot next door to us! It is one of those two-part, pre-fab, wide load house things that always make you cringe when you see them coming towards you on the road. At least- I always cringe...because I just imagine them falling over on top of me as they reach me....plus, I have had my share of narrow scrapes with them as they swung wide on a curve...
For those of you who remember "Shishka bob" girl...She excitedly told me the other morning that she had had a dream about a shishka bob! Except, once she related it to me, it sounded more like a sparkly, orange mermaid. But she was convinced that it was one and the same - a kind of "Transformer" thing. Uh....OKAY. We won't try any interpretations here.
One of the girls left this week...one who had been here a while and was, to put it mildly, a pill and a half. But she was a semi-lovable pill and for all her moodiness and unreasonableness, I will miss her, kind of. She seemed to fancy herself the poet laureate of The Antrim Girls' Shelter and on the morning she departed, she proceeded to read a specially penned farewell. It consisted of a motif of tears..." I cry for so-and-so, who I got really close to..., I cry for this person, I cry for that person" ( it got very old and soggy very fast) and I almost quote here," I cry for you all, as you cry because I'm leaving." Oh my word...It was so ironic because she had driven everyone bonkers, practically...and now she was painting pictures of girls in the throes of inconsolable weeping...over her departure. Can we say "Delusions of Grandeur"? I couldn't make eye contact with anyone in the room - it would have been too painfully embarrassing...and who knows- I might have started laughing! Talk about melodrama! This girl was the QUEEN of melodrama. After her emotional and teary reading, ( which fortunately, included a couple of other girls in tears - which I was a little relieved at, because I didn't want the grief to look TOO one-sided) she came around the table and hugged everyone. The best part of it, though, was Matt's imitation of it at lunch to the staff who had not been present. Oh my word. Sigh. I guess you had to be there though. I hope you don't all think I'm heartless and cruel...I'm not really making fun of her...I'm just ' celebrating her weirdness' as Brad would say. You just had to know her. Talk about high drama. But the sad thing is, despite the fact that she's gone, we have no lack of drama in the house, even still. Teenage girls boggle me, quite often. It seems that the vast majority of them that I have met have a desperate need to be drama queens. I think they need a good prescription dose of reality medicine.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Do you know that you can spell shish kebob several different ways? I DO know that sickabob is NOT how you spell it but I wasn't sure what the correct spelling was so I looked it up on dictionary.com. You can spell it 'shish kebab' or...Brad just said, " Do you think people really need to know this?"
Friday, April 15, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Today it seems that EVERYONE in the grocery store was in collusion to get in my way at least once while I cruised the aisles. Some people even dared to do it twice! It was like " Annoy Claire Day" in Hannafords. It's so funny because outwardly I say, " That's okay!" when people apologize for virtually throwing themselves in front of my cart, forcing me to pull up the reins and lean backward to avoid trampling them( yes, we are still talking about Hannafords, not the Circle K ranch) but inwardly, I am ramming them with said cart. Sigh. This isn't an ART GALLERY, FOLKS! You don't need to move at such a glacial speed! Maybe they're in some sort of slow time warp. (I guess the phenomenon of bodies seeming to hurl themselves in front of my cart might have something to do with the fact that I gallop through the store with the speed of a cheetah, flinging all my purchases into the cart and hastening on energetically as if I were on one of those crazy shopping sprees...Well, a tad of an exaggeration but still... ) Why this carnality? Why this short fuse? Patience seems to continually elude my grasp. Maybe I can chalk it up to being Monday. Come on, Friday! The weekend is but a few long days away.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Yesterday as I was calling to check my voicemail I noticed the five buttons I press on the phone for my pin number produce the last five notes of the song "Old MacDonald Had a Farm". E-I-E-I-Ooooo, my friends. Now every time I check my voicemail I will end up with an annoying song in my head. Yes! I win!
This reminded me of the time in
Thursday, April 07, 2005
In today's news: I played badminton for half an hour with three girls at my place of employment. It was a huge amount of fun! I got way into it and the girls were amused with my commentary and said I was "animated." Truly! That was their exact word! But the sad thing was, I am so out of shape that my right arm is now a little sore. Sore! From half an hour's worth of badminton. Outrageous. I am afraid I am as flabby as a noodle.( Although, I WAS using a tennis racket, not a true badminton racket...) ( The girls said some other funny stuff, stuff that made me perk up mentally and say to myself, " Gotta put THAT in the blog..." and then I forgot it. Rrgh.) But it was the highlight of my day to play with them; there's something about playing badminton that makes me truly myself and comfortable with people. I suppose if I have any job interviews in the future, they should be held during games of badminton.
Playing badminton brings up all sorts of good family memories...whether it be in
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I also got paid to do an art project with the girls. Every week, a wonderful lady, who we all call "Honey" because that's what she goes by with her grandchildren, comes to volunteer for about an hour ( although it usually turns out to be two hours) and does art with us. I participated along with the girls and did the project this morning; I made a "stained glass" creation out of black construction paper and colored tissue paper. I was quite happy with the results.
I also attended an hour and a half staff meeting, dealt with a girl who wouldn't get ready in the morning because she had lost her nose ring during the night and was tearing the room apart to look for it, and armwrestled a girl during P.E. ( I lost - how scary is that...) So if this kind of job sounds appealing to anybody, the Shelter is hiring...part-time positions, sub positions, transporters...Come one, come all! It's a boatload of fun!
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Last night, one of the original 'April Fools' attempted to run again...she tied her bedsheets together, tied them to a bedpost and escaped OUT THE WINDOW...Unbelievable! But she was back before too long. (Bizarre how it's just like out of Anne of Avonlea when she and whats-her-name were trying to rescue whats-her-face's brothers bicycle out of Mr. McTavish's tool shed...) ( What are the chances of me remembering MR. MCTAVISH'S NAME when I couldn't remember the girls?) So...this silly girl is now sitting in the office- under constant 1:1 supervision- and will be doing so until next week when she leaves.
Blah blah blah...It's time to GO OUTSIDE and WALK IN THE SUNSHINE!
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Saturday, April 02, 2005
But the spring feverishness has yet to be totally worked out; when I left around 3:30 this afternoon, there was still one 'runner' who wasn't cooperating with the program...
Did I tell you about how there was a knife found in the classroom last week while I was on vacation? I guess not...I think I just referred to the whole time as "Super Bad"-- maybe so that my mother wouldn't read this and get scared. Okay...so I guess there was this girl who brought and stowed a knife in the classroom. And Matt was telling me this when I came back to work on Wednesday and he said that the night before the knife was found, he'd had this dream that he got stabbed...and as he was telling me this, I remembered MY dream from the night before and told him, " Yeah- well, I had a dream that Jesus came back last night!" The idea was, maybe MY dream will actually come true today! Which would have been cool...but it didn't. It was weird, actually, because it was a dream within a dream. I dreamed that I heard music and started rising through glittery air, and knew that Jesus was coming, and then, it all just sort of stopped, and it was like I woke up within the dream and realized that it was just a dream. Anyway...it's Friday...well, actually it's so late that now it's Saturday...How the weekend doth fly.