Marya + Chris + Chelsey
Friday, June 29
In Response to Marya's blog
Sorry for the swearing.
I honestly hope I did not offend any of you.
=]
love, the sexy stallion ;)
I honestly hope I did not offend any of you.
=]
love, the sexy stallion ;)
What Chelsey Thinks of Chris
Well, Marya is planning ahead a bit. We've only known Chris for a short bit, but we'll see if her plan works out. Although she did describe his charming qualities quite accurately...I do enjoy the accent quite a bit. I must admit that I enjoy all of the Aussie terminology, not to mention the curly Justin Timberlake hair.
I work with him in the kitchen, actually, I'm his supervisor, to be more specific. Basically I control him, and I make fun of him quite a lot, and he is quite good-humored about it. However, i get my fair share from him as well. For example, I sliced the side of my finger off the other day, and instead of being sympathetic, he laughed when I had to get 5 stiches. Other than that he has been quite the gentlemen.
On a scale from pansies to snap dragons, I would rate him a sunflower. You all will be lucky if you ever get him back...because we want so badly to keep him.
-Chelsey
I work with him in the kitchen, actually, I'm his supervisor, to be more specific. Basically I control him, and I make fun of him quite a lot, and he is quite good-humored about it. However, i get my fair share from him as well. For example, I sliced the side of my finger off the other day, and instead of being sympathetic, he laughed when I had to get 5 stiches. Other than that he has been quite the gentlemen.
On a scale from pansies to snap dragons, I would rate him a sunflower. You all will be lucky if you ever get him back...because we want so badly to keep him.
-Chelsey
What Marya thinks of Chris.
Chris
hmm where to begin. I haven't known him for very long, but i'm already madly in love with him. We've decided to elope and have already named our children. I love his curly, Justin Timberlake like hair and I seriously enjoy his laughter and sense of humor. I'm a little jealous of Andy because he gets to sleep in the same house as Chris, but I will get over it.
Chelsey, my really good friend, is also going to be eloping with us - we will be the THUPER (super with a lisp) THREESOME and we will be in love until our dying days.
What we love most about Chris is his charming accent, his good manners, and how he calls himself Studly - which we do agree that he is a stud. Chris, is in fact, a stud muffin.
We are watching Pretty Woman and Chris is avoiding the naked women - as a polite gesture. I guess I really wish all boys in America were like Chris, or maybe just Australian boys. Who knows, maybe all Aussie (pronounced OZZIE) boys are this nice, I hope so.
Anyways, the reason i am posting this blog on his blog is simply to explain to all you Aussie people what you're gonna miss now that Chels and I have taken over Chris. So, go cry in a corner and i'll go back to hanging out with him....BITCHES.
hmm where to begin. I haven't known him for very long, but i'm already madly in love with him. We've decided to elope and have already named our children. I love his curly, Justin Timberlake like hair and I seriously enjoy his laughter and sense of humor. I'm a little jealous of Andy because he gets to sleep in the same house as Chris, but I will get over it.
Chelsey, my really good friend, is also going to be eloping with us - we will be the THUPER (super with a lisp) THREESOME and we will be in love until our dying days.
What we love most about Chris is his charming accent, his good manners, and how he calls himself Studly - which we do agree that he is a stud. Chris, is in fact, a stud muffin.
We are watching Pretty Woman and Chris is avoiding the naked women - as a polite gesture. I guess I really wish all boys in America were like Chris, or maybe just Australian boys. Who knows, maybe all Aussie (pronounced OZZIE) boys are this nice, I hope so.
Anyways, the reason i am posting this blog on his blog is simply to explain to all you Aussie people what you're gonna miss now that Chels and I have taken over Chris. So, go cry in a corner and i'll go back to hanging out with him....BITCHES.
Work
OK, so i have spent the majority of this week working in the kitchen at Camp Burton. What to say... its fun in the sense that i get to hang out with a bunch of the people that i have gotten to know overe the past 2 weeks, but kinda dodgey because i have to wash countless dishes.
I have moved out of Randolph's house and now live on the camp property. So, i get to live with a few of the people that i work with. This also is cool. I have a roomey called Chris also, a guy Andy and a girl Jennifer. They are all top people. i will tell you all about them in detail in due time.
I've also met these two girls named Chelsey and Marya. They are just the coolest people everrrr. I love them so much and i basically cannot live without them. I hate to inform all of you, but i have decided to never return to Australia, and will instead be living with them forever. BYE.
(i didn't write that, they did. I'm at their house. its the only place i can do blogging. yeah...)
(Marya wrote it, she's so cool).....
My women are calling, so i must go.
I have moved out of Randolph's house and now live on the camp property. So, i get to live with a few of the people that i work with. This also is cool. I have a roomey called Chris also, a guy Andy and a girl Jennifer. They are all top people. i will tell you all about them in detail in due time.
I've also met these two girls named Chelsey and Marya. They are just the coolest people everrrr. I love them so much and i basically cannot live without them. I hate to inform all of you, but i have decided to never return to Australia, and will instead be living with them forever. BYE.
(i didn't write that, they did. I'm at their house. its the only place i can do blogging. yeah...)
(Marya wrote it, she's so cool).....
My women are calling, so i must go.
Friday, June 22
DMD
I have just spent the last week on a DMD camp. DMD stands for Develop-mentally Disabled. I had no idea what to expect going into the camp and so i was quite anxious about the whole thing. We had training for a day where i got to know the other leaders on the camp. There were only 12 of us uncluding the main directors. It was a small camp. Anyway, Sunday came and it was time for the campers to arrive. Over the following 24 hours i realised how beautiful these people were. To try and explain their disabilities i'll say that even though most of them were in their 20's, it was as if they were preps. They could not comprehend so many things and that got frustrating at times, but i learned to cope. There were quite a few campers with down syndrom and also people who had been in accidents resulting in brain injury. We spent the week doing little activities and studied some bible, talking about 'heroes' focusing on both male and female heroes in the bible, eg. Esther, David and Peter. This was good, especially when a lot of them were able to recite bible passages. so cool. We played games with them and took them swimming. These guys required constant attention. That was so draining. They needed help with most things. Some things i refused to help them with if they asked me because it was just wrong. Ahh, good times. good memories....which will be forever burned into my brain. yay. But with all the activities we did we were pretty loose because when you're dealing with this kind of camp things always seem to be changing.
So what were some of the things that happened to me over the week. Well, i'll say that i have grown immencly in patience and tollerance and had a little more insight into what 'love' is. You could never just tell these guys once to do something, you had to tell them over and over again. Which was hard at first because i wasn't used to it, of course. Then there were the trouble makers. These were the people who could not comprehend certain things. This too was frustrating at the beginning but i began to tollerate it. There was more in that though. In seeing how some of the campers just had no idea what they were doing and really didn't understand what you were trying to say to them, i started to feel really sad and almost sick. They couldn't comprehend what i was saying to them and i couldn't comprehend what it was like for them to live in a world of such restrictions. I know i wouldn't know it if i was in their situation but i cant express how fortunate i really am. I get to have an education, i always get enough food, so much in fact that my struggle is not getting food but keeping it away from me, that i have a family and a group of friends who are absolutly beautiful and do care for me (i hope) and that i have a mind that is not bound by restrictions. I am so fortunate. Does this mean i have no reason to be unhappy?
I think i have a choice in whether i'm content in my life. I want to say yes, but at the same time i know i'm cursed. Should i be content because i have so much? Well its an option i guess. But i am also cursed because of all i have. I must strive to give what i have to those who need it. We've all heard this before, but this week i realised that so many people only need love. for you to be kind to them. They probably wont realise how much of yourself you are giving and that is a good thing, because i helps change you into a truely selfless giver. I think too many times i do good things for people and expect that they ay leased recognise that i have done it. Do i do it for God? Loving people IS loving God.
So thats my little thought for this week.
By the way, i'm really tired. I only got back from this camp today. I need sleep. So if there are things that need more explaining tell me and i will give more detail in comments.
OK, love you all, even if i don't know you, and i pray that you are enjoying your life at the moment.
P.S. One of the other leaders was like and American version of Kirsty. She looked the same and talked that same....with an accent though. Thak kept me amused for the week. Might get a photo up some time and let you decide. ok bubbye.
So what were some of the things that happened to me over the week. Well, i'll say that i have grown immencly in patience and tollerance and had a little more insight into what 'love' is. You could never just tell these guys once to do something, you had to tell them over and over again. Which was hard at first because i wasn't used to it, of course. Then there were the trouble makers. These were the people who could not comprehend certain things. This too was frustrating at the beginning but i began to tollerate it. There was more in that though. In seeing how some of the campers just had no idea what they were doing and really didn't understand what you were trying to say to them, i started to feel really sad and almost sick. They couldn't comprehend what i was saying to them and i couldn't comprehend what it was like for them to live in a world of such restrictions. I know i wouldn't know it if i was in their situation but i cant express how fortunate i really am. I get to have an education, i always get enough food, so much in fact that my struggle is not getting food but keeping it away from me, that i have a family and a group of friends who are absolutly beautiful and do care for me (i hope) and that i have a mind that is not bound by restrictions. I am so fortunate. Does this mean i have no reason to be unhappy?
I think i have a choice in whether i'm content in my life. I want to say yes, but at the same time i know i'm cursed. Should i be content because i have so much? Well its an option i guess. But i am also cursed because of all i have. I must strive to give what i have to those who need it. We've all heard this before, but this week i realised that so many people only need love. for you to be kind to them. They probably wont realise how much of yourself you are giving and that is a good thing, because i helps change you into a truely selfless giver. I think too many times i do good things for people and expect that they ay leased recognise that i have done it. Do i do it for God? Loving people IS loving God.
So thats my little thought for this week.
By the way, i'm really tired. I only got back from this camp today. I need sleep. So if there are things that need more explaining tell me and i will give more detail in comments.
OK, love you all, even if i don't know you, and i pray that you are enjoying your life at the moment.
P.S. One of the other leaders was like and American version of Kirsty. She looked the same and talked that same....with an accent though. Thak kept me amused for the week. Might get a photo up some time and let you decide. ok bubbye.
Sunday, June 3
My First Time
Well, seeing as this is my first blog ever i think i should make it special. But i wont. There's not much i can really say for starters. Ok then, i will talk about what I'm going to use this for with up coming events. I am going away to America and felt i needed something to keep in contact with all the people who are special to me back home, thus, the blog was formed. Proudly brought you you by Jono!, this blog will let you know about all the amazing (and lets face it, the not so amazing) parts of my experience in America.
My America trip has been in the making for absolute months. It has been driving me, as well as my family crazy trying to get all the paperwork organized. There are just so many pointless form that are needed so these Americans know that I'm not a terrorists! I mean come on, what the hell! 18 year old ex-private school boy from Kew, how much of a terrorist can I be? But still, to get there i must follow the rules. Hate rules. Moving on. We have family friends who run a camp in Seattle called Camp Burton. I don't really know why the camp has that name but i will find out and tell you. But yeah, this guys name is Randolph Farrar. It's a pretty whack name but from talking to him he seems like a very down-to-earth good person (the reason i say that is because i haven't seen him since i was 3 so i cant exactly remember what he was like then or what he looks like for that matter). Ok, so he offered me a job. i though about it and accepted. So now i am doing some stuff with a church and also working as a camp counselor on the camp. I'm not exactly sure what to expect yet. i haven't been told many of the things I'm going to be doing. Ok, I've been told roughly what I'll be doing, such as, running so called 'Faith Building' exercise, little retreats into the wilderness, games and a lot of other fun thing that you would expect from a camp. That about sums it up for now.
So you've stuck with me this far i guess, might be time to do something fun. How about a riddle?
A dozen Royals gathered round,
Entertained by two who clowned.
Each King there had servants ten,
Though none of them were also men.
The lowest servant sometimes might,
Defeat the King in a fair fight.
A weapon stout, a priceless jewel,
The beat of life, a farmer's tool.
What are we talking about here folks?
Hit me back if you think you know the answer. For some, it may be very easy and very clear, but for those of you like me, it'll take you ages until someone finally tells you what it is. So frustrating!
Once again i would like to thank Jono! for this marvelous blog he has set up for me. I will try not to disappoint in delivering the highest quality of writing.
My America trip has been in the making for absolute months. It has been driving me, as well as my family crazy trying to get all the paperwork organized. There are just so many pointless form that are needed so these Americans know that I'm not a terrorists! I mean come on, what the hell! 18 year old ex-private school boy from Kew, how much of a terrorist can I be? But still, to get there i must follow the rules. Hate rules. Moving on. We have family friends who run a camp in Seattle called Camp Burton. I don't really know why the camp has that name but i will find out and tell you. But yeah, this guys name is Randolph Farrar. It's a pretty whack name but from talking to him he seems like a very down-to-earth good person (the reason i say that is because i haven't seen him since i was 3 so i cant exactly remember what he was like then or what he looks like for that matter). Ok, so he offered me a job. i though about it and accepted. So now i am doing some stuff with a church and also working as a camp counselor on the camp. I'm not exactly sure what to expect yet. i haven't been told many of the things I'm going to be doing. Ok, I've been told roughly what I'll be doing, such as, running so called 'Faith Building' exercise, little retreats into the wilderness, games and a lot of other fun thing that you would expect from a camp. That about sums it up for now.
So you've stuck with me this far i guess, might be time to do something fun. How about a riddle?
A dozen Royals gathered round,
Entertained by two who clowned.
Each King there had servants ten,
Though none of them were also men.
The lowest servant sometimes might,
Defeat the King in a fair fight.
A weapon stout, a priceless jewel,
The beat of life, a farmer's tool.
What are we talking about here folks?
Hit me back if you think you know the answer. For some, it may be very easy and very clear, but for those of you like me, it'll take you ages until someone finally tells you what it is. So frustrating!
Once again i would like to thank Jono! for this marvelous blog he has set up for me. I will try not to disappoint in delivering the highest quality of writing.
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