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.

SOMETHING FOR THE INNER NERD IN ALL OF US

Saturday full moon.

FAT AND HAIRY

A little boy at work so kindly pointed out that I have a mustache. What a little sweetheart.

The cake didn't work. But I managed to make it into something useful. The cake tasted great but just came out of the pan in chunks so I made a different dessert for an informal potluck on Friday. I cut the chunks into small pieces, mixed chocolate pudding and cool whip together then added mini marshmallows. It tasted not too bad and I got a few compliments on it.

Anyway, I went to visit the refugee family on Thursday evening without a cake. I think it was okay, they seemed to appreciate the visit. They had several other refugee families that live in the same building all crowded into their apartment. It was wonderful, kids running around laughing and they were showing me a bunch of their stuff from home. One of the girls had hand woven some shirts and she gave one to me. The first one I tried on didn't even fit over my shoulders. There was no way it was going on. The second was a bit of a struggle and required assistance but I got it on. It was too short. Then she found one that fit me. This little fiasco turned into a conversation about how big I was. Everyone was making hand gestures indicating I was wide and fat. Everyone was having a good laugh too. Especially when one of the men, who is 21, tried on the first shirt and it fit. It was snug but he still got it on. Now I am not a big person by Canadian standards. I'm about 5'8 and 135 pounds. But to them I was large. I think they will be shocked by the size of people we consider to be big and tall.

It was good for me though because I had been recently talking to a friend about how small I am now compared to when I was playing volleyball a couple of years ago. I thought I looked like a pencil on toothpicks. I wish I was bigger but don't have time to cook and work out like I would like to. Now I don't feel so small.

One more thing, this was too cute. I was looking through the flyers with the family and telling them what a bunch of food was called. We got to the meat section and the 21 year old guy points to this thing.
"Hey, alligator. You eat alligator?"
I couldn't hold my laughter in.
"No we don't eat alligator. That's a ham, it's a pig cut up."
He thought the waffle-like skin on the processed hams was alligator skin. We all had a good laugh. They are so much fun to be with, not shy at all and can laugh at themselves and each other.