WEEKEND WITH THE FAM

Took the weekend off work because my parents came to visit. It was nice to not be working and to see my family. We went to my aunts house in PA and I got to go to the lake for the afternoon. I had a wonderful time sitting by the dock reading the Word and eating rice cakes with the ducks.
I had a really good meal and then we all took turns jumping on my cousins trampoline.
In that Last one it appears as though my aunt is checking to see if my mom soiled herself.

Later in the evening I tried my hand at archery.
Ooops! Hope that wasn't an expensive bird feeder?
In my defense the bow and arrows are made specifically to fit my cousin.

MCAT DAY

So I wrote the MCAT today, medical colleges admissions test, even though I don't think I am going the doctor route anymore. I actually rather enjoyed it. I enjoy writing test, loser, I know. It was not the 6 hours of torture that everyone claims it is. Maybe it's just my personality to not get stressed out, or maybe the fact that my life does not hinge on me becoming an MD.

I was expecting Murphy's Law to haunt me like the Bubonic Plague today, like it does on many important days. It didn't. I experienced only mild effects. Perhaps there was a person, a halogen to my alkali metal in regards to electron affinity (I studied to much chemistry), who was exhibiting a stronger affinity for Murphy's law than I.

I encountered only two set backs. The first occured in a mad rush to take a leak before the exam started. I raced to the bathroom got in the stall and ... drum roll please! I fell into the toilet. Yup, genius, I know. The seat wasn't down and I was in such a hurry that I didn't look or squat so in I go! I was about 25% laughing, 60% absolutely horrified, and 15% mad that God hadn't dropped a Chemistry or Physiology major in there. Nope, He dropped a Microbiologist. Come on! I know what's in there, I really didn't need to experience. Oh well, so I am shedding tears of disgust and I don't feel comfortable for the rest of the day.

During the exam, after I had just read a really long chemistry passage the power went out. Our answers were saved, but it took about half an hour to get it running again. By that time I had forgotten the passage and had to re-read it which cost a me a few minutes. I didn't finish the last few questions.

I also discovered that I should have taken anatomy an physiology prior to the MCAT. The essays gave me a fair bit of trouble. They give you a statement and then you have half and hour to write a "unified essay" (whatever the heck that means) explaining what the statement means, giving an example of when the statement is invalid and explaining what determines if the statement is true or false. In one particular question about business and marketing I totally blanked. You know those moments when the hamster dies and the wheel just stops turning. So I wrote, in my Medical College Admission Test about power tools, specifically a belt sander, power drill and air compressor. What!?! It's all I could think of, and you don't really have much time to think so I just went with it. I also made mention of a futon and vacuum. 100% I can just feel it!

Oh well, whatever. I am just happy that I can do things and not feel guilty about not studying anymore.

JUST A NORMAL DAY IN THE LIFE...

So yesterday on my way to work (I walk to work) I was behind some old lady that appeared to be in her sixties. We were walking in the same direction, she was only a couple meters ahead of me. She looked back then started walking faster. She looked back at me again, kinda scared looking, and started walking even faster. This happened several times, but I was in a hurry and am generally a fast walker anyway so I was always right behind her. She looked back again and stopped,
"Why are you following me?"
Are you kidding me, I don't have time for this, I'm late for work. Whatever.
"I'm not, this is the way I walk to work. If you are more comfortable I can walk ahead of you."
"Oh, I guess you don't look like a bad person, carrying that back pack and lunch bag. Sorry, it's just that I am from the big city and I am kinda suspicious of people. blah blah blah"
"That's okay." I told her trying to walk away politely.
She then proceed to tell me her life story, all about her mothers mental illness and how her sister inherited it. Are you sure you haven't inherited some mental illness?
How can people tell a complete stranger such personal information. And why me?
Anyways, I made it to work on time where I acquired a fat lip trying to hold down a kid who was having a temper tantrum.
That made the dentist really fun today.

LOSER, YES I KNOW

So I have posted three times tonight. Lame, yes it is. But I needed something to do while I waited for my toenails to dry. So one last thing to tell you before I go to bed. Tonight while flossing my teeth I managed to yank out my "permanent" routainer. This thing was basically just a wire cemented across the back of my teeth. When I had it "fixed" a few weeks ago the women put too much cement so that it blocked the space between my teeth. As I was trying to bring the floss through the space I ripped the sucker right out of there. It was mildly unpleasant but I am more concerned about finding the time to get back into have it fixed again. It is much easier to floss now that it is gone though.

Here is a pic of my toenails. Please no comments about my long finger toes or the fact that I have hairy toeknuckles. I already know so there is no need for anyone to point that out.


Goodnight

TOO CUTE

Working at a daycare I receive artwork from the children on an almost daily basis. It is usually just a bunch of scribbles or cut up chunks of paper, which is exactly what this one is. This one was a little extra cute though because it is an invitation to come over to a 3 and a half year old's house for a chocolate covered granola bar. This little boy always has one for breakfast at the daycare and I always tease him, pretending to eat it, telling him how lucky he is to get chocolate for breakfast and saying that I wished my mom would give me one to take to daycare. What a sweetheart.

GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

I am saying goodbye to a dear childhood friend of mine. A white dresser with decals of fluffy bears and bunnies. It's been around since I was very young but the time has come to pass it along to someone who needs it more than I do. This person happens to be an adult so this weekend I will be sanding away the childhood emblems and painting the old dresser.


Fairwell happy friends!

PROPOSAL AND DEATH THREAT ALL IN ONE DAY

So I had a pretty fun weekend. Saturday I worked at the old folks. It had been two weeks since I had a shift there so I was excited to see my old people. I have been having such a wonderful week, and I was so thankful to God for having a summer job that I love.

I wasn't at work half an hour when I was taken away from my regular duties to clean up after a man who had the stomach flu. I won't describe the mess incase you have a week stomach. Just trust me when I say it was big and gross. So that took over an hour.
"That's okay," I said to myself, "I still love these people and my job."

To save time, I'll spare you the details of the rest of my shift, but it included the tub flooding the bathroom and having to clean up a puddle of blood from a women who got a cut on her leg.

Sunday, I went to church as usual. After church I visited with the refugee family that my church sponsored. I have been aware for about a week that the son has a crush on me. I was not prepared for what happened yesterday. TO make a long story short, I think he may have informally proposed, or maybe it was formal for him. I don't know. I also don't know if he understood me when I was explaining that things in Canada are different and that the answer was no. Judging by his reaction, I think he just thought that I didn't understand what he was asking me. So now that's going to be fun to clear up. What make this funnier is that when I first found out that there was a son that was my age (before the family arrived) I told the group something like this might happen. I told them I was nervous about it but they all reassured me that such a thing wouldn't happen. Well now look at this mess.

Later that day I worked at the old folks home again. Another "I love my job" kind of days. When I tried to get one of the old men to bath he told me,
"I will lock in the basement and there you will die. I will make sure you are dead. etc."
What a nice old man. Isn't it nice when you try to help somebody and they utter death threats?
I wasn't afraid and it didn't hurt my feelings, I just didn't know what to do with him. He shouldn't be talking to anybody like that. But how do you discipline an 90 year old man

"Let me show you how to pee."

Today was yet another wonderful day at the daycare. Full of laughs and frustrations, but mostly laughs today.
The best was this afternoon when I was doing potty time with the kids. The kids are 2-4 years old so some are potty trained some are not, most are somewhere in between. I was helping a 3 year old boy go pee. He can use the potty but where's a diaper because he often has accidents. Here is how today went.

"Come here kiddo, I'll take your diaper off so you can pee-potty" As I start to take off his diaper.

"No, no, no," In his cute little East Indian accent. "Let me show you how to pee."

"Oh, okay. You can do it yourself?"

"Just watch, I will show you how to do it"

This should be good I thought. I was not disappointed.

"First you reach down and take out your sprinkler."

I was tearing up trying to hold in the laughter.

"Ooh, my hands are cold. Then you poke it out the top and tada!"

It was hilarious. He was moslty right. He forgot that you have to hold your "sprinkler" so that it actually points into the toilet. He just let it hang there and peed down the front of his shorts. That's alright, I didn't mind cleaning it up after the entertainment he had provided me.

Hello, my name is Chantal.
I just learned Braille! I can read
by sight but need more practice
feeling it out.


So yeah, as you can see I learned braille. Sorry it is kinda messy, I should have spaced it out more. Sorry the pic didn't turn out very good.
I am so excited because now I can help the father in the refugee family learn more english.