In my church everyone works. There are no paid jobs, just lots of volunteers. The good news is, they can't fire you if you do a crappy job (the bad news is the no pay thing j.k.). Anyway, my job is to do educational or spiritual activities with a group of ten year old girls. It's called "activity days" --brilliant name I know. Tia's one of them, so that's nice.When we were planning the year, I thought, November: we could teach them how to make pies! What a great idea. We have 8 girls in our group. WHAT WAS I THINKING! I wish I had had that floor drain and fire hose installed when it came to clean-up time, but it could have been worse. One girl dumped an entire raw pumpkin pie down her cute outfit, and I won't get into all the raspberries... (I know. Who's bright idea was raspberry pie?). I had butter dough (ONLY BUTTER in my pies) and flour worked into every crack and crevice of our kitchen.But you know what? They each turned out a semi-respectable pie. Especially for the first time. I avoided pies for years, because I was so intimidated by them. Hopefully none of these girls will do that now. They've already done it once now right? I was so proud of them. There are also a couple of the girls that can get a little hyper and careless on occasion, but they seemed to really be the naturals. Go figure. Anyway, other than the clean-up it was a pretty good activity. At least I can't be fired right?
I am a fitness instructor, AFAA certified personal trainer, and a mom of three. Most of the time I'm vegan, with some crazy "free" meals a couple times a week. I have a love/hate relationship with my yard depending on how much work it needs! I grew up in San Diego, and love the ocean. I scuba, but sometimes have panic attacks snorkeling. Given the choice between the superpowers of invisibility and flight, I'd pick flight in a heartbeat. I love my husband, and his patience with my crazy habit of getting into something that's well over my head.