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Casey had her first volunteer shift with me at Give Kids The World last night. We were supposed to help out with the horse and carriage rides, but when we checked in they said they really needed help with the holiday parade (they have Christmas there every Thursday. The kids get to see Santa and he gives them presents. They also make it snow, have a parade and have arts and crafts booths set up). The first hour was kind of un-organized and confusing because nobody would really tell us where to go or what to do. We were finally told to just check back at 7, so we went and had some ice cream while we waited. They use Friendlys ice cream there, which is the best ever in the universe. Yum.
The parade itself was so great. They dress some of the kids up like princesses, angels, etc. and let them be the stars in it. And then they dressed some of us volunteers up too. I got to be Mother Christmas, in a long green dress and a very hot red cloak. Casey got dressed up as a snowman, and wow we were all so impressed with her. She was a natural, dancing around, waving at the kids, hugging them, posing for pictures... the kids were so in love with her, and she absolutely adored it. She was sweating buckets under that head and didn't want to stop. The lead in charge of the event told her she'd done an amazing job and that she was welcome to come back anytime and do it again. She can't stop talking about it. I was beaming, I was so proud of her. Here we are in our costumes.
Anyway, we didn't get home from that until 9:30, and then we both took desperately needed showers, and I let her stay up late so we could watch The Office and Lost.
Last night I dreamed I was in jail for drug possession. I was in there with the Desperate Housewives women, and we were apparently all best friends. We were planning to break out, and part of the plan included me going to the prison doctor and telling him I had hurt my foot. There was all this sexual tension between me and the doctor. He was sitting right up next to me and talking in this really soft voice while examining my foot, and I was like leaning in and stroking his arm and stuff. In the end he turned me down because he was trying to be professional. Damn. So then I get back to my cell and my buddies are gone. They were onto our escape plan and had separated us. I saw Gabby in another cell pretty far away and started yelling to her that I missed her. Then I got scared because I was all alone (well, I had cellmates but they were strangers). And then I wanted to call my parents and ask them to bring me a book to read or something, but I didn't want them to know I was in jail.
From Dreammoods.com: To dream that you are in jail, suggests that you are feeling restrained or censored in your work environment, relationship or situation in your life. You are feeling confined and suffocated (might have something to do with having to work 7 days a week and being financially behind)
To see your own feet in your dream, symbolizes your foundation, stability and sense of understanding. It signifies your need to be more practical and sensible. Keep both feet on the ground. Alternatively, it represents mobility, independence and freedom. Perhaps you have taken a step in the right direction and are contemplating your goals or your next step. (my foot was part of the plan to escape my prison. Maybe about how I'm working to fix my current situation... to free myself).
Weekend plans - Tonight we do nothing, and I'm thrilled. We've been running around too much.
Tomorrow I have to work from 7-11, and during that time I think my mom is going to take Casey shopping for my Mothers Day gifts. She called a few nights ago to find out when Casey was free and it was kind of funny, because I was running through her busy schedule and trying to pencil my mom in. She's like "Oh yeah, that kid doesn't get to do anything". LOL.
Anyway, Casey has gymnastics practice at noon tomorrow, and then she's altar serving at the 5 PM mass. We might be going out for Mother's Day dinner after that. My brother said Saturday works better for him than Sunday, but I still need to talk to my mom and see if that works for her and my dad. They are planning to go to this Festival of Faith convention at some point tomorrow. It's a big Catholic event. I kind of wanted to go, but am obviously pretty over booked that day. Same with Casey... she was a little interested, but I don't know when the heck she'd be able to do it.
Sunday I'm working from 7-12, and that's pretty much all I have planned. I'll probably try to get some things done, even though it's mothers day and I should probably rest, LOL. Casey usually brings me breakfast in bed, but she'd have to do that at like 6 AM, so I think she can skip it this year. Maybe she can make me dinner.
The parade itself was so great. They dress some of the kids up like princesses, angels, etc. and let them be the stars in it. And then they dressed some of us volunteers up too. I got to be Mother Christmas, in a long green dress and a very hot red cloak. Casey got dressed up as a snowman, and wow we were all so impressed with her. She was a natural, dancing around, waving at the kids, hugging them, posing for pictures... the kids were so in love with her, and she absolutely adored it. She was sweating buckets under that head and didn't want to stop. The lead in charge of the event told her she'd done an amazing job and that she was welcome to come back anytime and do it again. She can't stop talking about it. I was beaming, I was so proud of her. Here we are in our costumes.
Anyway, we didn't get home from that until 9:30, and then we both took desperately needed showers, and I let her stay up late so we could watch The Office and Lost.
Last night I dreamed I was in jail for drug possession. I was in there with the Desperate Housewives women, and we were apparently all best friends. We were planning to break out, and part of the plan included me going to the prison doctor and telling him I had hurt my foot. There was all this sexual tension between me and the doctor. He was sitting right up next to me and talking in this really soft voice while examining my foot, and I was like leaning in and stroking his arm and stuff. In the end he turned me down because he was trying to be professional. Damn. So then I get back to my cell and my buddies are gone. They were onto our escape plan and had separated us. I saw Gabby in another cell pretty far away and started yelling to her that I missed her. Then I got scared because I was all alone (well, I had cellmates but they were strangers). And then I wanted to call my parents and ask them to bring me a book to read or something, but I didn't want them to know I was in jail.
From Dreammoods.com: To dream that you are in jail, suggests that you are feeling restrained or censored in your work environment, relationship or situation in your life. You are feeling confined and suffocated (might have something to do with having to work 7 days a week and being financially behind)
To see your own feet in your dream, symbolizes your foundation, stability and sense of understanding. It signifies your need to be more practical and sensible. Keep both feet on the ground. Alternatively, it represents mobility, independence and freedom. Perhaps you have taken a step in the right direction and are contemplating your goals or your next step. (my foot was part of the plan to escape my prison. Maybe about how I'm working to fix my current situation... to free myself).
Weekend plans - Tonight we do nothing, and I'm thrilled. We've been running around too much.
Tomorrow I have to work from 7-11, and during that time I think my mom is going to take Casey shopping for my Mothers Day gifts. She called a few nights ago to find out when Casey was free and it was kind of funny, because I was running through her busy schedule and trying to pencil my mom in. She's like "Oh yeah, that kid doesn't get to do anything". LOL.
Anyway, Casey has gymnastics practice at noon tomorrow, and then she's altar serving at the 5 PM mass. We might be going out for Mother's Day dinner after that. My brother said Saturday works better for him than Sunday, but I still need to talk to my mom and see if that works for her and my dad. They are planning to go to this Festival of Faith convention at some point tomorrow. It's a big Catholic event. I kind of wanted to go, but am obviously pretty over booked that day. Same with Casey... she was a little interested, but I don't know when the heck she'd be able to do it.
Sunday I'm working from 7-12, and that's pretty much all I have planned. I'll probably try to get some things done, even though it's mothers day and I should probably rest, LOL. Casey usually brings me breakfast in bed, but she'd have to do that at like 6 AM, so I think she can skip it this year. Maybe she can make me dinner.