Here's a little story about how every person can be a hero in someone else's eyes, even if they don't necessarily know that they are...
About 1-2 days per week, the garbage man comes to the CDC in order to empty our dumpster. Whenever this happens, quite a few of the kids will run to the window and yell, "THE GARBAGE TRUCK IS HERE!!!" They get SO excited every time they see that truck, even though it comes on a weekly basis. Kim and I think it's hilarious, so we've also taken to shouting sarcastically across the room to each other that, "THE GARBAGE TRUCK IS HERE!!!"
The garbage man probably has no idea that there are 31 preschoolers who are ecstatic about seeing him and his truck every week. He may even think it's a job that doesn't deserve a lot of recognition, but I know a bunch of 3-5 year olds who think that he's the coolest.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Cute kid story #3
Here's the conversation that took place on the bus today:
Savanna (holding up a penny): Is this a penny?
Me: Yes it is... do you know whose face is on the penny?
Savanna (shaking her head): Noooo
Me: That's Abraham Lincoln... do you know what state he was born in?
Savanna (shaking her head again): Noooo
Me: He was born in Kentucky... do you know what state you live in?
Savanna (shakes her head one more time): Noooo
Sydney pipes up: Tucky
Me: Yep, we live in Kentucky.
Savanna: What state does Barack Obama live in?
Me (laughing and wondering how she knows who the president is): Well, he lives in Maryland now.
Savanna (holding up a penny): Is this a penny?
Me: Yes it is... do you know whose face is on the penny?
Savanna (shaking her head): Noooo
Me: That's Abraham Lincoln... do you know what state he was born in?
Savanna (shaking her head again): Noooo
Me: He was born in Kentucky... do you know what state you live in?
Savanna (shakes her head one more time): Noooo
Sydney pipes up: Tucky
Me: Yep, we live in Kentucky.
Savanna: What state does Barack Obama live in?
Me (laughing and wondering how she knows who the president is): Well, he lives in Maryland now.
Friday, April 3, 2009
3/25-4/2
The past week or so has been pretty up and down, so I wanted to write about it. Here's a list of my highs and lows from the past week:
Low #1: Kim dropped me off at the airport to go back to CA last Wednesday. I got in there to find out that my flight had been canceled due to thunderstorms in Dallas, which was where my layover was supposed to be. They said that my flight was going to be the next day at 1pm and that I would get into Orange County at 4:30pm. I was REALLY disappointed about that because I had planned on visiting NHS during lunch on Thursday. I told the nice American Airlines lady that the time was going to be too late and she started looking for flights on other airlines.
High #1: She ended up finding one with Delta that was leaving at 6am on Thursday and landing at 10:15am that day. It ended up working out in my favor because I got to spend the night in a hotel. I went to the gym, took a long bubble bath, and slept in a gloriously comfy bed.
High #2: The flight on Thursday morning went well and it turns out that Delta is a great airline to fly on. They have individual TV sets for each seat, so I spent some of the flight watching reruns of "Saved by the Bell" and "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" (including the one after Trevor bungee jumped to his death and Hillary spends the episode grieving for him in her black wedding dress... Ashley with the yo-yo gets me every time).
High #3: Emmy picked me up at John Wayne immediately after I landed, so she was the first person I got to see when I got back to CA.
Low #2: Emmy had a meeting at 11am and my luggage wasn't there yet when she came to pick me up. I decided to go back with her to Vanguard and come back for it after I had her car. This would have been a great idea, but I found that I'm not so great at finding my way around that airport anymore... first, I missed the sign that was supposed to take me into the arrivals/departures section and I ended up going back around to the street where I had come in. Next, I found the arrivals/departures section, but I couldn't find the entrance into the parking structure and had to go around again. Finally, I decided to find an entrance on the upper level and go down into the parking structure... I ended up parking on the 2nd floor, which would have been fine, except for the fact that I couldn't find the stairs. This was the point when I started crying while I was walking because I just wanted to get into the airport to find my luggage and couldn't find my way in there. It was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back because I was wanting to make it to Northwood in time for lunch with my students and I think I was still kind of upset that my flight had been canceled the day before. I know that I normally wouldn't have had that reaction, but I was being whiny because I felt like things weren't going my way.
High #4: The rest of Thursday was great because I got to visit my old students and catch up with the other teachers who are still working there. In-N-Out for lunch, quality time with my mom, Rubio's for dinner with all of my family, quality time with Emmy, and then catching up with Liz at 2 Canal.
High #5: The rest of the weekend was great because of Phil and Tiffany's wedding. It was a perfectly beautiful day and everything went so smoothly. I got all choked up when I saw her in her wedding dress because I was thinking of all of those talks that we had about who our future husbands would be and wondering if the right one was out there. It was so surreal because I knew how badly she had always wanted to fall in love and get married. She's an amazing example of why it's so important to wait for the right man and why no woman should settle for less than God's best for her.
Low #3: I got really sad at a few points during the weekend because I was trying to picture my own wedding day and couldn't. There were times when I was being, "Bitter: Party of 1," because of starting to really doubt that I'll ever fall in love. I know that God has a wonderful plan for my life, but I continue to have a lot of difficulty trusting that I'll ever get to experience love and romance, even though it's a desire of my heart.
High #6: Once I got back from CA, I came home and packed my stuff for YouthFest. I had signed up to go from Tuesday-Friday, so I decided to get up really early on Tuesday morning and drive the 2 1/2 hours to Camp Caleb (where I had gone 2 years ago with Christian Mission) in order to go with the team to the work site that morning. I woke up at 4:45am and was on the road by about 6:15am, dreaming of the hot chocolate that I was going to get in London on my way there.
BIG Low #4: At about 6:30am, my car started making funny noises, which I tried to ignore. They started getting worse, I pulled over and found out that my left rear tire was completely flat :(. I decided to try and keep driving to the next gas station, but it sounded worse and I knew there was no way I was going to make it the 6 miles or so to Livingston. This led to Jenna's Meltdown #2 for the week because I didn't know what to do... I called 411 and asked for phone numbers to places that could fix my tire, but it turns out that not very many are open at that hour.
High #7: After call #3 to 411, I found a place that was open, they came out to change my flat, then followed me to the closest Wal-Mart in order to get a real tire put on there. They changed it, I still got hot chocolate in London (to cheer myself up), and got to Camp Caleb around noon (instead of 8 or 9 as I had planned).
High #8: I found out that my work site was in the next town after Blaine!
High #9: Once I got to the work site that day, I found out that YouthFest isn't just for youth and discovered that the youngest person on our team was 27.
Low #5: I discovered that it's better to start off the week with a team and not join them in the middle of their time there. Otherwise, one feels left out quite often. They were a very nice group of people, but I lost my name while I was there and felt like I was back in Mr. Vinyard's 4th grade class again... I was Jenny, Gina, Jennifer, blank stare because I can't remember your name, and, every once in awhile, Jenna.
High #10: Being at Camp Caleb and going through Blaine every day made me realize that I really do love living in Kentucky. I'm happy that I'm now living in the place that God randomly opened the door for me to go to two years ago and that there was a larger purpose for that trip in my life.
I think that was the majority of my highs and lows for the past week. It turns out that there were a lot more highs than lows, so I have a lot to be thankful for!
Low #1: Kim dropped me off at the airport to go back to CA last Wednesday. I got in there to find out that my flight had been canceled due to thunderstorms in Dallas, which was where my layover was supposed to be. They said that my flight was going to be the next day at 1pm and that I would get into Orange County at 4:30pm. I was REALLY disappointed about that because I had planned on visiting NHS during lunch on Thursday. I told the nice American Airlines lady that the time was going to be too late and she started looking for flights on other airlines.
High #1: She ended up finding one with Delta that was leaving at 6am on Thursday and landing at 10:15am that day. It ended up working out in my favor because I got to spend the night in a hotel. I went to the gym, took a long bubble bath, and slept in a gloriously comfy bed.
High #2: The flight on Thursday morning went well and it turns out that Delta is a great airline to fly on. They have individual TV sets for each seat, so I spent some of the flight watching reruns of "Saved by the Bell" and "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" (including the one after Trevor bungee jumped to his death and Hillary spends the episode grieving for him in her black wedding dress... Ashley with the yo-yo gets me every time).
High #3: Emmy picked me up at John Wayne immediately after I landed, so she was the first person I got to see when I got back to CA.
Low #2: Emmy had a meeting at 11am and my luggage wasn't there yet when she came to pick me up. I decided to go back with her to Vanguard and come back for it after I had her car. This would have been a great idea, but I found that I'm not so great at finding my way around that airport anymore... first, I missed the sign that was supposed to take me into the arrivals/departures section and I ended up going back around to the street where I had come in. Next, I found the arrivals/departures section, but I couldn't find the entrance into the parking structure and had to go around again. Finally, I decided to find an entrance on the upper level and go down into the parking structure... I ended up parking on the 2nd floor, which would have been fine, except for the fact that I couldn't find the stairs. This was the point when I started crying while I was walking because I just wanted to get into the airport to find my luggage and couldn't find my way in there. It was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back because I was wanting to make it to Northwood in time for lunch with my students and I think I was still kind of upset that my flight had been canceled the day before. I know that I normally wouldn't have had that reaction, but I was being whiny because I felt like things weren't going my way.
High #4: The rest of Thursday was great because I got to visit my old students and catch up with the other teachers who are still working there. In-N-Out for lunch, quality time with my mom, Rubio's for dinner with all of my family, quality time with Emmy, and then catching up with Liz at 2 Canal.
High #5: The rest of the weekend was great because of Phil and Tiffany's wedding. It was a perfectly beautiful day and everything went so smoothly. I got all choked up when I saw her in her wedding dress because I was thinking of all of those talks that we had about who our future husbands would be and wondering if the right one was out there. It was so surreal because I knew how badly she had always wanted to fall in love and get married. She's an amazing example of why it's so important to wait for the right man and why no woman should settle for less than God's best for her.
Low #3: I got really sad at a few points during the weekend because I was trying to picture my own wedding day and couldn't. There were times when I was being, "Bitter: Party of 1," because of starting to really doubt that I'll ever fall in love. I know that God has a wonderful plan for my life, but I continue to have a lot of difficulty trusting that I'll ever get to experience love and romance, even though it's a desire of my heart.
High #6: Once I got back from CA, I came home and packed my stuff for YouthFest. I had signed up to go from Tuesday-Friday, so I decided to get up really early on Tuesday morning and drive the 2 1/2 hours to Camp Caleb (where I had gone 2 years ago with Christian Mission) in order to go with the team to the work site that morning. I woke up at 4:45am and was on the road by about 6:15am, dreaming of the hot chocolate that I was going to get in London on my way there.
BIG Low #4: At about 6:30am, my car started making funny noises, which I tried to ignore. They started getting worse, I pulled over and found out that my left rear tire was completely flat :(. I decided to try and keep driving to the next gas station, but it sounded worse and I knew there was no way I was going to make it the 6 miles or so to Livingston. This led to Jenna's Meltdown #2 for the week because I didn't know what to do... I called 411 and asked for phone numbers to places that could fix my tire, but it turns out that not very many are open at that hour.
High #7: After call #3 to 411, I found a place that was open, they came out to change my flat, then followed me to the closest Wal-Mart in order to get a real tire put on there. They changed it, I still got hot chocolate in London (to cheer myself up), and got to Camp Caleb around noon (instead of 8 or 9 as I had planned).
High #8: I found out that my work site was in the next town after Blaine!
High #9: Once I got to the work site that day, I found out that YouthFest isn't just for youth and discovered that the youngest person on our team was 27.
Low #5: I discovered that it's better to start off the week with a team and not join them in the middle of their time there. Otherwise, one feels left out quite often. They were a very nice group of people, but I lost my name while I was there and felt like I was back in Mr. Vinyard's 4th grade class again... I was Jenny, Gina, Jennifer, blank stare because I can't remember your name, and, every once in awhile, Jenna.
High #10: Being at Camp Caleb and going through Blaine every day made me realize that I really do love living in Kentucky. I'm happy that I'm now living in the place that God randomly opened the door for me to go to two years ago and that there was a larger purpose for that trip in my life.
I think that was the majority of my highs and lows for the past week. It turns out that there were a lot more highs than lows, so I have a lot to be thankful for!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Cute kid story #2
A couple of weeks ago, I made the mistake of getting bangs again. When I went back to work the next Monday, I found that my hairstyle is almost exactly the same as Allison's. She's my favorite little left-handed Scorpio, but I still don't want to have the same haircut as a 5 year old.
Allison walked by me this morning and Kim said, "There goes your hair twin." Then she says to her, "Allison, do you and Miss Jenna have the same haircut right now?" Allison's response was, "Yea... except Miss Jenna has more gray hairs than I do." Sounds like I may need to start dyeing my hair again...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Cute kid story
I'm going to try to be better about remembering to write down the funny things that the kids at the CDC say. My personal favorite was from a week ago when I was talking to Emily (the most theatrical little redhead one will ever meet). Here's the conversation:
Jenna: "Ooh Emily, I like your pretty pink nail polish."
Emily (holding up both of her pointer fingers): "Thank you... it gets scraped off of these ones when I pick my boogers."
I stifled my laughter and my stomach churned a little at the same time. Then I immediately went to tell Kim because you can't keep a conversation like that to yourself.
Jenna: "Ooh Emily, I like your pretty pink nail polish."
Emily (holding up both of her pointer fingers): "Thank you... it gets scraped off of these ones when I pick my boogers."
I stifled my laughter and my stomach churned a little at the same time. Then I immediately went to tell Kim because you can't keep a conversation like that to yourself.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Security!
I forgot to write about this on the day that it actually happened, but I'll try to describe it now...
I went to the airport in Lexington last week because I was flying back to CA. I made it past security without a problem, then went to find something to eat since it was 5:30am. I bought my overpriced muffin and orange juice at a little coffee shop there and began eating my breakfast. Once I had almost finished eating, I heard over the loudspeaker in the airport, "Will the passenger, Jenna Boyd, please report to security and ask for a supervisor" (they said this twice in a row). I immediately pick up all of my things and go to security because I don't want to hear this lady on the loudspeaker again. I go to the security checkpoint, tell the guy who I am, and ask for a supervisor (I'm such a good directions follower). Anyway, he gets the supervisor and she asks me what I do for a living. I tell her, "I'm a volunteer with the Christian Appalachian Project." She asks if I do any type of construction for a living and I tell her that I'm working with 3-4 year olds in a child development center. They said that they had found some glass in my CHECKED baggage and they weren't sure what it was. I told them that they were bottles of jam from the Amish bakery in Brodhead, KY, and that I was bringing them back to CA as Christmas presents, "because it's Christmastime," I said somewhat sarcastically. It was pretty funny answering those questions, though, because I couldn't have sounded more innocent... Christian Appalachian Project, working with toddlers, Amish bakery... could I sound like less of a terrorist?! They ended up letting me go and I didn't have any other problems making my way back to Orange County.
I went to the airport in Lexington last week because I was flying back to CA. I made it past security without a problem, then went to find something to eat since it was 5:30am. I bought my overpriced muffin and orange juice at a little coffee shop there and began eating my breakfast. Once I had almost finished eating, I heard over the loudspeaker in the airport, "Will the passenger, Jenna Boyd, please report to security and ask for a supervisor" (they said this twice in a row). I immediately pick up all of my things and go to security because I don't want to hear this lady on the loudspeaker again. I go to the security checkpoint, tell the guy who I am, and ask for a supervisor (I'm such a good directions follower). Anyway, he gets the supervisor and she asks me what I do for a living. I tell her, "I'm a volunteer with the Christian Appalachian Project." She asks if I do any type of construction for a living and I tell her that I'm working with 3-4 year olds in a child development center. They said that they had found some glass in my CHECKED baggage and they weren't sure what it was. I told them that they were bottles of jam from the Amish bakery in Brodhead, KY, and that I was bringing them back to CA as Christmas presents, "because it's Christmastime," I said somewhat sarcastically. It was pretty funny answering those questions, though, because I couldn't have sounded more innocent... Christian Appalachian Project, working with toddlers, Amish bakery... could I sound like less of a terrorist?! They ended up letting me go and I didn't have any other problems making my way back to Orange County.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Stalker!
I should have written this blog awhile ago, but better late than never. Here's the story... at the beginning of December, I was on facebook and found an event for "Christmastime at Traveler's Rest Plantation." It was in Nashville (about 3 hours from our house), it was a dinner and dance (2 of my favorite things), and Matt Wertz and Brandon Heath were playing at it (Matt Wertz! I love him!). It said that it was a global invitation on facebook, but I wanted to check and make sure that anyone could go to it before driving 3 hours to Nashville. Kim and I called Traveler's Rest Plantation to ask about the event and they said that there wasn't anything scheduled for that Saturday. I decided to email the creator of the event and these are the emails that went back and forth:
Jenna: I had a couple of questions about the event on Saturday night... first of all, is anyone invited to it? I know that it said you can invite your friends, but I just happened to see this event online and wasn't on the original guest list... I just wanted to double check and make sure that we don't get turned away at the door since we're driving from Kentucky. 2nd question... is it still at Traveler's Rest Plantation? We called today to ask about the first thing and they said there wasn't an event scheduled there for Saturday night. I wanted to double check on that, too.
Girls Who Thinks I'm a Stalker: Hi there, Jenna. You can definitely bring people, so come on down. And as far as I know, it's still at Traveler's Rest...but I'm not on the party planning team. Can you tell me who invited you? They may have a better idea than I...
Jenna: Thanks so much for writing back! I had just stumbled on the event when I was looking for Matt Wertz concerts on here, so I wasn't technically invited by anyone... that's why I had wanted to check before we came down there. It sounds like they'll let us in, though, so that's good to hear :).
GWTIAS: Just so you know, though, this isn't a Matt Wertz concert in any way, shape, or form. This is Christmas party for friends who are interested in supporting a cause that is very close to the hearts of a group of guys down here.
Because this isn't a fan forum, you probably shouldn't travel all the way down. I have let the team at the door know you might be coming, and if they're uncomfortable with you being there, they may turn you away. I know it sounds extreme, but there have instances with "fans" at events like this in the past and we're all pretty protective over Matt and the rest of the guys.
Thanks for understanding, Jenna.
Jenna: Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry and I totally understand protecting them! I thought that they were playing music for this dance and that it was going toward this cause. We won't be coming down now because I don't want to be thought of as a stalker. Thanks for clarifying and don't worry, we won't be there on Saturday night.
GWTIAS: No no, it's totally fine, Jenna. And I'm sorry I had to draw such a hard line. It's just that situations have cropped up in the past and no one had known how to respond. So perhaps I'm a bit knee-jerky in my responses.
Thank you thank you for understanding. I sincerely appreciate candor.
So there's the story of how I became known as Matt Wertz's stalker.
Jenna: I had a couple of questions about the event on Saturday night... first of all, is anyone invited to it? I know that it said you can invite your friends, but I just happened to see this event online and wasn't on the original guest list... I just wanted to double check and make sure that we don't get turned away at the door since we're driving from Kentucky. 2nd question... is it still at Traveler's Rest Plantation? We called today to ask about the first thing and they said there wasn't an event scheduled there for Saturday night. I wanted to double check on that, too.
Girls Who Thinks I'm a Stalker: Hi there, Jenna. You can definitely bring people, so come on down. And as far as I know, it's still at Traveler's Rest...but I'm not on the party planning team. Can you tell me who invited you? They may have a better idea than I...
Jenna: Thanks so much for writing back! I had just stumbled on the event when I was looking for Matt Wertz concerts on here, so I wasn't technically invited by anyone... that's why I had wanted to check before we came down there. It sounds like they'll let us in, though, so that's good to hear :).
GWTIAS: Just so you know, though, this isn't a Matt Wertz concert in any way, shape, or form. This is Christmas party for friends who are interested in supporting a cause that is very close to the hearts of a group of guys down here.
Because this isn't a fan forum, you probably shouldn't travel all the way down. I have let the team at the door know you might be coming, and if they're uncomfortable with you being there, they may turn you away. I know it sounds extreme, but there have instances with "fans" at events like this in the past and we're all pretty protective over Matt and the rest of the guys.
Thanks for understanding, Jenna.
Jenna: Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry and I totally understand protecting them! I thought that they were playing music for this dance and that it was going toward this cause. We won't be coming down now because I don't want to be thought of as a stalker. Thanks for clarifying and don't worry, we won't be there on Saturday night.
GWTIAS: No no, it's totally fine, Jenna. And I'm sorry I had to draw such a hard line. It's just that situations have cropped up in the past and no one had known how to respond. So perhaps I'm a bit knee-jerky in my responses.
Thank you thank you for understanding. I sincerely appreciate candor.
So there's the story of how I became known as Matt Wertz's stalker.
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