Yet another story

One of the biggest gifts my parents gave me was the ability to laugh at myself. Without that ability how would I share all of my stories with you? I'm convinced it would be impossible. This morning I was presented with an opportunity to practice this important skill. I was up at 5:00 am in order to make scones for the leadership meeting. I had made the batter and shaped the scones the night before, so all I had to do was pop them in the oven. Easy right? I thought so too. When I opened up the oven door I noticed that it was a tad smokey, but the majority of the scones looked alright. About two minutes later though, I was snapped out of my sleepiness by the sound of the fire alarm. I would like to take a moment to remember that, a) My scones were not that burnt, they definitely did not deserve the fire alarm and b) I live with fifteen other people, so when the fire alarm goes off at 5 am I am potentially waking up a small army. I was so embarrassed! Once I realized that I was the one that set off the alarm I ran around for a few seconds alternately waving a towel in the air (hopefully near the alarm) and searching for the whole-house fan. Luckily Emma woke up after a few horrible minutes and showed me where the fan was, and the alarm went off almost immediately. Half an hour later at my meeting, as everyone was sitting around happily munching on scones, I tried to convince myself that the whole ordeal was worth it. I'm not quite sure it was...

Return

I abandoned you. I apologize. It's just that I haven't felt like I have anything interesting or funny to say for awhile. I still feel like that, but I am going to try to muscle through, for all my faithful readers...or for my few faithful readers, I should say. I could talk about goodbyes, which I am getting a small taste of right now, or my mom coming, which I'm so excited for (!!!), but instead I think I'll talk about books, or one book to be exact. I've started reading The Help, and even though I'm still less than 100 pages in, I want to recommend this book to you. It has that wonderful good book feeling of To Kill a Mockingbird and Where the Red Fern Grows. I can attest to this because, in the midst of my senior project rough draft, midterms, and 15 roommates, I am still trying to eek out enough time to read a chapter or two a week. Should I have held off until summer? Most definitely. But now I consider it too late, so instead of regretting beginning this book I will recommend it to all of you.

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A Babysitting Adventure

In preparation for Mother's Day, I would like to share my babysitting experience from last night. I'm going to be watching two boys this summer and last night I watched them for the first time as a sort of test-run/acclamation period. It was a whirlwind of cut up hot dogs and diapers and super heroes. My favorite part of the night was when the 6 year old, Matty, began running around the house pretending to be a gorilla (this was after bath time, which meant he was still completely naked). Let's just say it's going to be an action-packed summer. The other little boy, David, was having a hard time sleeping because he's so congested. As I rubbed his back, changed his diaper, and gave him his breathing treatment, it occured to me that "mother" is a full time job and that Matty's long list of super heroes should definitely include his mom. When I returned home, covered in a variety of bodily liquids, smelling like diaper, and sporting a sore scalp from well-meant hair pulling, I was convinced that I was not meant to have children until I am well into my thirties.