Oh the weather outside’s delightful!
One of the many great things about being a school nurse is
my work schedule is the same as DCPS’s schedule (District of Columbia - not Dodge
City…. if you got confused). And DCPS’s superintendent likes to give plenty of
weather-related breaks to the schools. Monday we got a two hour delay for about
one inch of snow, that had melted by the time school started. And yesterday, we
were off completely. Hello day of productivity!! The weather outside really was
great, it was quite ridiculous. But I’m not complaining, I literally cannot
think of a single person who would get upset about an underserved snow day. It
was quite unfortunate that one of the directors of MVS came on Monday night and
had planned on visiting each of us at our work sites on Tuesday. C’est la vie.
We got great Ethiopian food out of the
whole deal.
Saturday was a good day, although it didn’t start out great.
I got up early to make bars for a Christmas party my work was having. I was
planning on making “marble bars” which are my favorite bars that my mom would
always make. I whipped up the ingredients, and stared at the bowl. The contents
looked like soup…. desert soup. (Ps. is desert soup a thing? Because someone
should invent that!)
I read over my
instructions again, shrugged, poured it into the pan, and put it in the
oven. After about a half an hour of me
turning the oven off and on, watching my bars bubble and boil, and having no
idea what I had done wrong, Grace solved the problem. Turns out the flour and
the powdered sugar are in identical non-labeled containers, in the same
cabinets. I had grabbed the powdered sugar.
So this is what bars look like when you substitute 2 ½ cups
of powdered sugar for 2 ½ cups of flour.
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| This is AFTER I labeled them. Also they were turned on their side so I only saw the lid, and were in the same cabinet. |
Needless to say I had to make them over again. But not after
handling the situation like a mature adult and falling on the kitchen floor in
fetal position moaning “NO…. I don’t wanna do it again.” Life’s rough folks.
But just like Kathleen Sebelius, I tried again, and my second batch was a
success. (Yes I just compared my “marble bars” to “Healthcare.gov”. I stand by
that comparison. It’s a very good simile.
My comparison of Kathleen to myself however, is atrocious, because she is
wonderful times 10 and I cannot even begin to compete.
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| My bowl of choco-goo next to my actual bars... before they were baked. |
Moving along, Miriam’s family got the whole house tickets to
Handel’s Messiah, sung by a children’s choir (with some adult soloists) in the
National Cathedral. The national cathedral is freaking huge. Apparently it is
longer than the Washington Monument is high. It’s also incredibly detailed and
gorgeous. The director of the Messiah also directed the music to the Harry
Potter and LOTR movies. WHATTTTT! It was beautiful. Very well done. Still, it
only made my heart yearn even more for Bethel’s messiah sing. It’s hard to beat
the sound of Mennonites young and old gathering together raising their voices
in harmony, while being conducted by student directors. Especially student
directors as talented as Nicky Smith!!! Nicky, I bet you could have conducted
this Messiah as well. In fact, I bet you could have directed the music to HP
and LOTR. Yep. I betcha coulda.
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| Cara and I outside the National Cathedral |
Sadly, I couldn’t stay for the whole Messiah, and therefore
missed out on the Hallelujah Chorus, because I had another social engagement. Briya
had a holiday party, and it was super great. There was delicious food, and it
was great to see all the Briya family together (we’re usually divided by 3
different sites) in a setting outside of work. There was even a Briya band. And
Briya bands and the best kind of bands. Don’t ask me why, they just are. We
also played crazy games where we had to decorate a paper Christmas tree behind
our backs. It’s wayyy harder than it sounds.
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| Briya Band LIVE. Be Jeals. |
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| The infamous Aimee Kelly, ladies and gentlemen. |
Santa even came and delivered toys to the children. AWWWW.
Then I joined the
Bancroft site’s flashmob dance to “Party Rock.” We were surprisingly
synchronized for only practicing once together, five minutes before we did the
flash mob, in the back room. I would show you the video of the flash mob… but
my blog won’t let me upload videos. I know right? What is this 2005? (I know I
know! It’s more than likely that there is a way, but I haven’t figured out how
yet.) Meh… maybe someday I’ll put it on Facebook or something.
Ok, that’s all folks! Here are 2 pictures to prove that I
was in a metro station all by myself for about 3 minutes. It was a surreal
time.
Peace!
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