I am A-C-H-Y.
We chaperoned a church youth trip to 'Hell House' last night. We stood in line for over 3 hours after getting our tickets...this was just waiting for our turn. Standing that long made my back unhappy. The performance was cool, but I wouldn't recommend it. It showed sins and then hell and a glimpse of how heaven might be. The pay off was a good mini sermon at the end. The performance was very effective for the younger youth and some of the older teens also seemed effected (they kept talking about the abortion clinic scene). The reality of hell gave them a lot to talk about.
We left our babies with Trisha from church. We ended up picking up the kids 2 and half hours later than we expected! The evening was supposed to be from 6pm-9:30pm. We got out of HellHouse at 11pm. Jim kept calling Trisha's husband with a progress report as we inched our way through the HellHouse line. But since we rode in the church vans to Cedar Creek, TX we couldn't cut out early as it got late. We appologized profusely and begged for the sitters to not hate us. Mike, Trisha's hubby, was nice when we picked the kids up at Midnight. Trisha has baby sat for us twice before and she always re-dresses our kids. It's funny. She has boys that are older than Elaine, so Trisha ends up with lots of hand-me-downs for Allan. When we picked up the kids last night, they were asleep in new clothes. Elaine had barrettes in her hair and Allan was in cute quilted PJs. They look better leaving the babysitters than they do at home. :))
Before meeting the youth for HellHouse, some friends from church took us to the Pumpkin Patch down the street from the church. Allan kept throwing pumpkins and yelling "a ball!" I took a bunch of pictures and used the video camera from my grandma. I still have to figure out how to get the video from the video tape onto the memory stick, so I can share the video with yall.
Continuing to backtrack through my weekend: Saturday we went to Garland. We ended up staying at Margo's longer than expected. Some of the family were starting to clear out Pawpaw's garage. Margo wants to park her car inside, because acorns have been landing on it. Plus some neighborhood boys were throwing acorns at her car!! A neighbor lady scared off the boys and talked to the boys parents who couldn't care less. So getting her car in the garage is becoming a priority. Margo wants to get the garage organized and streamlined, so any of the grandkids can come work on our weekend warrior projects with Pawpaw's tools. She didn't seem to care much what we all took from the garage. Everyone has a different idea of what is sentimental to them, or what they can use. I got 5 birdhouses that Pawpaw made, since he use to give me birdhouses to paint. Whatever that's been taken from the garage has been written down by everyone. So we all know who has what.
Dave met us at Margo's house. All he wanted was a cowskull that is wired with lightbulbs. I called Scott (who was working in Tyler Texas this week) to see if he had anything senimental in the garage. He wants us to find his baseball glove. We've found Pawpaw's glave and another one, but not Scott's yet. Everyone knows he wants it, so they are keeping an eye out. I found 3 un-worn Lion's club hats and since Pawpaw had 3 kids It was easy to divide them up. We took Scott's hat home with us, along with an Army patch that we've been told was Scott's. Margo gave me some newspaper clippings of Scott in the FFA (she said she has more copies). Dave took Scott's old Army Dress uniform with him, because it wouldn't fit in our car. We're getting later. There are lots of tools, and educational memoribilia, and misc. items, like a box of tisues from 1972. My favorite finding was a band-aid tin from the 50's. It has a fifties housewife on the front. So cool. It's gonna take a lot of man-hours to really get it sorted and cleaned in ther garage. Once some shelves get cleared off, then tools and such car be put away on the shelves to make room for Margo's car. Margo joked that she wont have to Christmas shop for years, because she can give the grandkids goodies from Pawpaw that they'll treasure. It's really really hard to look through all the belongings. It stirs up good memories of him. It makes his death feel more real; more final.
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Last week I got my best grade so far in my Physics lab. Also, I earned a 86% on my last Spanish test, so I'm getting out of my downward spiral in that class. I feel really good about my Psyc midterm, but I wont have my grade back until tomorrow. I still have midterms coming up in Anthropology, Sociology:Marriage & Family and History of the Renaissance. The History one is next. Tonight in class is the review for my Sociology Final. This weekend left little time to hit the books, so once again, I have to get back on track. This sign that use to hang in my mom's kitchen comes to mind... "Always be like a duck; Calm and composed on the surface, but paddle like the devil underneath".
I didn't end up going to UNT's 'Three Sisters' production. It came down to a matter of time. Jimmy worked all Friday, we were in Garland all Saturday and Sunday we were at church in FlowerMound (or near it) all day, then at HellHouse all night.
Friday I gathered up a bunch of hand-me-downs for my theatre buddy Ted. His son is Allan's age, but much thinner than Allan and with much smaller feet. Pamela's son wouldn't use these clothes for another 18 months, and they'd be the wrong season when he's that age, so Ted is getting first dibs. I dropping off the baby clothes and shoes at the UNT theate today before class.
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