hahahha.  So, my mother became the organizer for the Boy Scout's (Troop 62) visit to the ARC House to work with the residents (who all have some sort of mental disability that prevents them from living by themselves).  This was before she realized that C wasn't even going to be participating, but rather decided to ski or snowboard or whatever he does.  Ma asked me to help her b/c she wanted to put together a musical for the boys/residents to perform.  So we've only gone the second Thursday of the month for the last couple, but we were scheduled to hang out at Samuel's (coffee house? cafe?). 

So yeasterday Ma calls up just as I'm getting on the bus at 5, and says, "Where are you?" 

"What do you mean, Ma?  On the street!  No, not our street-waiting for the bus in Troy."

"Well, nothing's wrong, there's no problem but we need to go get your brother from Mass. and drive him to the hospital."

Nothing's wrong?  Not a problem?  So then she springs on me that I have to lead the "performance."  She left a packet of scripts, the sign-in notebook, the CD and cassette, and her tape player.  I called up Marissa, who went all Greaser for "Leroy Brown the Baddest Man in Town," and who helped me out with the motions to the children's songs.  The Boy Scouts are real downers, because they're too self-concious and they laugh at each other which made even the game of charades that followed the musical difficult.  I don't see why they're laughing-they're all doing the same thing!

So then comes the big surprise-no music for "You've Got a Friend," and one very enthusiastic Disco Dave who knows a lot of the words, but can't read, and also more shouts than sings.  Mrs. H asked if we could do a different song, but I said no because Disco Dave was really looking forward to it.  I asked Marissa to back me up, but she only knew the chorus.  My mother said, "Well, all the words were there!"  Yes, mother, but it doesn't help if you're not sure of the melody.  So there I was, singing in front of people, trying to focus on Disco Dave and how happy he was that he got to sing.  It was better. 

Then one of the other mothers, Mrs. G, told me I have a beautiful voice...and so Marissa punched me.

And so, as I lead/directed/managed that performance, with some help from Mrs. H.  I totally felt like a Den Mother...minus the 20-something years. ^-^

Paco brought Mari home and I had to stay awake to make sure she went to the bathroom at Midnight.  Then I wanted to stay up until they get home, b/c I never feel right sleeping with Mari home-I sleep too deep.  I was watching Craig Fergeson as I fell asleep (I couldn't help it).  So then they woke me up and told me to go sleep in my room.  That was around 1:40ish.  So I went straight to my room and back to sleep, and about 20mins later my Dad was waking me up to ask me if he could use some of my Ibuprofen for C.  I told him that his waking me up was more pain that C was feeling so I threw things out of my bag and rolled the pill bottle across my floor.  He'd better not let my mother hide it like the last time she took my pills.  Grrr.

I finally found out that C just fractured something in his arm.  And now he has a cast.  That's all.  He's not even cool, b/c it's white and he's not having anyone sign it...I offered him my sharpies to borrow and bring with him to school. 

See-I'm safer in doors...I'm active in a different way.

Bus schedules make me cry...and it's not even Day 1.

Grrrrrrrr.  So it's Tuesday- 3 days left.  Oh Shiz. 

Today I stayed at the classroom while everyone else went out to do "Man on the street" about the inauguration.

Oooooooooo.  I got two blogs done in 2 hrs. Oh. oh.  WTF? IDK. FML.