Fielding Compliments

I'm sitting outside the Bishop's office, talking to some friends and not going to sunday school.

Unknown boy at the other end of the hallway: "Hey! I think you look like Audrey Hepburn from the side!"

Me, taken aback and responding impulsively to unknown boy's unexpected comment: "Why, because I'm bland and have giant cartoon eyes?"

Unknown boy, with a single tear rolling down his cheek: "I'll never speak to a woman again."

Me: Dammit.

I'm Back

I have survived my adventure and am now back in school.  However, I don't particularly feel like writing about it right now.  So, instead of telling stories, I will post a film that I and three other kids made for school last year.

It's about wrestling, so prepare yourselves.

A Post

I know you're all dying to find out what's happening in my life, so I shall tell you.  First things first, I'm leaving to go on a study abroad tomorrow.  Destinations include Australia, New Zealand, and Fiji.  The program is offered through the recreation management program.

"But Drew," you say, "you're not a part of the rec. management program."
"Quite right." I reply while stirring my tea, monocle perched daintily upon my cheek.
"So you mean to say that you're going on a completely superfluous study abroad?" you gasp, "Don't you know how wasteful that is?!"

Yes, going on a study abroad where I get no credit that is of use to me is quite unnecessary, if not wasteful.  But guys.  What about FUN?  We camp, backpack, scuba dive, snorkel, skydive, black water raft, eat stuff and go to beaches.  It's a very rigorous academic program, to be sure.  So, when I get back, I'm sure I'll have all sorts of fun happenings to blog about.

But for now, a story.  I wanted to get my hair cut pretty short for this trip so I wouldn't have to deal with it very much.  1 and a 1/2 inches, probably.  So, I waltzed on over to my friend's (Annie)  house to utilize her mom's (Susan) sweet hair cutting skills.  When I got there, Susan was on the phone.  Annie said that Susan was probably going to be talking for a while, so Annie suggested that she do the cutting herself.  We got the buzzer out, selected what we thought was the appropriate extension for my desired hair length, and went out to the backyard.  I sat down and Annie ran the buzzer across the top of my head.  She got a look on her face.
"What? Is it pretty short?" I ask.
"Oh, it looks fine." she says.  She finished the rest of my head and I looked in a mirror.

As it turns out, we severely miscalculated the length of the buzzer extension.  My desired short pixie turned into a straight up Sinead O'Connor.
Annie reassured me that it looked fine while I had a series of tiny panic attacks.  Susan, finally freed from her conversation, suggested that I stay away from collared shirts for a while.

But behold! I have recovered from my initial shock and now accept my situation.  Zero maintenance!  I look forward to several weeks of being mistaken for a boy, a recovering cancer patient, and a lesbian, in that order.

See you in 5 weeks!

An Easter Treat

On this Easter weekend, I would like to share with you all a story from the March 2008 issue of that fine LDS children's publication The Friend.  I hope it will give you cause for some fruitful introspection.

Candy, or Kindess?
By Annette Alger
(Based on a true story)

It was almost time for the town’s annual Easter egg hunt. Children lined up along the edge of the lawn, waiting for the signal to begin hunting for candy that had been scattered everywhere. This year there were other prizes too. Brightly colored plastic eggs had been hidden in the grass, and whoever found one could redeem it for a big candy bar.

Eight-year-old Justin saw one of those eggs lying not far away. As soon as the signal was given, he ran straight for it. He grabbed the egg, then noticed another one close by. Quickly, he retrieved it too. He gazed down at his hands, each now holding a plastic egg. He was so excited. He was not only going to get one, but two delicious, gigantic candy bars!

Then he looked up and saw a mother with her two sons. He could see that the boys were blind, and their mother was holding their hands trying to help them find some treats. As Justin watched them, he noticed that before the mother could lead her sons to candy, another child would spy it and promptly scoop it up. This happened again and again. The hunt was almost over and the boys’ hands were still empty.

Once more, Justin looked down at his hands and his treasured eggs. Then he quietly tiptoed over to the boys, bent down, and placed an egg on the ground by each of them. The mother, with a tear streaming down her cheek, mouthed the words, “Thank you.” She guided her sons’ hands downward and they discovered the precious eggs. Their faces lit up with excitement. Justin got a big grin on his face. He didn’t get any candy bars that day, but he still felt like a winner.


Have a great easter weekend, everyone. 

Update

Test results are back.  Litha does NOT have tuberculosis, just a raging chest infection that apparently leaves holes in her lungs.  So, that's unfortunate.  But at least it's not TB.




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