24 January 2009

Finally

After six weeks, my kids in Ghana finally received their Christmas packages. I was starting to get a little worried that the packages had either been lost or stolen. Fortunately, they arrived yesterday, safely, with nothing stolen. Thanks again to everyone who donated.

Here is a letter from Venunye Djentuh, Mama’s son:

Hi Kelly,

This is to announce to you with joy that the parcels arrived today. These are two large brown boxes and one small white box. All the contents are safe in the box. We would therefore like to thank all donors for their supports. We hope the arrival of this parcels will encourage all donors that in future when call upon to support they will donate to us generously. Please pass it on to all donors both in kind or in cash. On this sad note, Mama Esi has lost the mother last week. She was 92 years old. I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,
Venus


My best Christmas gift was a phone call from the orphanage on Christmas day. I feel so lucky that they still make an effort to keep in contact with me. I can’t wait to see them again.

This is a picture of the kids (and a few friends) getting ready to go to church on Christmas day. It looks like Mama Esi made some new church clothes for the children for Christmas. Mama Esi is the most wonderful woman I have ever met.



Thank you to everyone, once again.

18 January 2009

It Started with a Chair, I Mean a Churro Craving...

…and it ended up like this.


Actually, it kind of started with a few other things, too.

A few weeks ago, I was so terribly depressed and bored with everything. Being without a job and friends can make a girl miserable. On New Years Eve, I was really hoping to do something fun. Mac and I have spent every New Year’s Eve since we have been married at home, doing nothing. For some reason, I have always had high expectations for this night, so it is always a disappointment when we end up falling asleep. We literally had NO friends to call to hang out with. We went through our list of everyone we knew, and we eliminated them all because we know that they were either out of town, spending the night with their families, or probably really wouldn’t want to hang out with us, anyway. On January 1, I was in such a rotten mood. I thought that I would maybe make a list of New Year’s resolutions, but then I remembered that I hate New Year’s resolutions, and that I think they are stupid. I entertained the idea of cleaning my house as I looked around at the filth, but then I remembered that I hate cleaning. Grocery shopping? No. Gym? No. Being sad and wallowing? Yes.

This is pretty much how the rest of the week went.

On Friday night, I couldn’t even smile. Mac and I were sitting on the couch and I was really annoyed that all I ever do is stay at home in our tiny house, while Mac goes to work with our only car, leaving me at home for hours. I was sad that all day I would wait for him to get home, but when he would finally come home, he would be too tired to play with me. Then I would dread night time because I knew that I would go through my crazy bouts of insomnia. Then when I would finally get tired, I would dread waking up because I knew what my day would have in store for me.

You know that Disneyland commercial that has been playing recently? The one where the little boy is sitting in school daydreaming, and then he opens his book and Mickey Mouse-shaped balloons and happy things start flying out of his book? Well, this commercial came on as I was lying on the couch, which of course made me think of Disneyland churros, while Mac asked me the question, “What can we do to make you happy?”

To which I jokingly replied, “You can take me to Disneyland right now, and we can eat churros and be in warm weather and go on fun rides, and that would make me really happy.”

Mac turned to me and said, “If you are serious, I’ll pack the car right now.”

I quickly took about 30 seconds to rationalize a trip to Disneyland...

We’re really poor and we can’t afford it…but, I will be starting a new job on Tuesday.

I hate the drive to California…but, California makes me happy.

We should maybe wait a few months to plan the trip better…but, I am not allowed to use any PTO for ninety days.

No. We can’t spend the money…but, we both deserve it for graduating, and we are the only ones we know who didn’t get to spend the holidays with our family.

Plus: Mac has never been to Disneyland, Space Mountain has always been out-of-service during my past few visits, I really do want a churro, we may not be able to take spontaneous trips like this much longer if we have to start being adults, etc.


Thirty seconds later, at 6:30 on a Friday night, we went online, bought our tickets, paid for a hotel, I took a shower (I think it was my first shower in 3 days, or some crazy record like that), Mac went and bought gasoline and snacks and went to his work to print out our tickets (our printer doesn’t work), we packed a few things, and we were on the freeway by 7:30.

We drove through the night, only stopping once to take a quick nap when we were about an hour outside of Anaheim.

We pulled over at a hotel across the street from Disneyland and brushed our teeth and changed our clothes. By 7:00, we were at the Disneyland gates, waiting for our day-o-fun.

Mac was so funny. He was like a little kid. He loved Disneyland and he could not stop smiling. We even got him a button that said, ‘My First Visit.’ Mac kept saying, “Disneyland really is the happiest place on earth.” And it’s true. That day was one of the happiest days of our marriage.












Is it just me, or did the 'Soarin' Over California' ride add even MORE scentage to their already-lovely ride?

And did the 'Haunted Mansion' ride also add some new scents?

Whoever thinks that the 'It's a Small World' ride is annoying, is pretty annoying themselves. I love that ride and I think it is so cute. Is it weird that I get teary-eyed whenever I go on that ride?




I have three dream jobs.

1. Be a dolphin trainer at SeaWorld, which could never happen because I can’t swim, and I might have a phobia of the water.
2. Is pretty realistic so I won’t mention it.
3. I want to be Belle at Disneyland. I really, really, do. I can be cheesy. I have brown hair.



So Disneyland, your idea to make a commercial of a little boy opening his book with Mickey Mouse-shaped balloons flying out, was a highly lucrative one. If nothing else, you earned about $300 from us, plus the amount of two ridiculously-priced sandwiches and $12 in churros.