stranger things have happened...

this week i have been sick...my family is probably rolling their eyes at that statement, whispering slash muttering something along the lines of "what else is new", "like always", or "kirby should leave idaho" (that last one is something i am very highly considering)....back to the subject, since being sick i have been BORED, i mean i read and blog stalk and facebook refresh every couple of hours and last night i even....brace yourselves...looked up baby names for three hours even though that is eons away or perhaps never. i can't really leave the house because i cough too much and it is freezing cold in rexburg. despite the fact that i was hacking up my lungs (or my upper bronchials as my doctor corrected me) i tried going to work twice this week and they sent me home both times...

i found that i actually missed my work schedule which goes a like a this:

-arrive: greet jl, take off her coat and say hi to the other clients (one calls me and everyone else grandpa, i love my job)

-have a dance party with jl (unless everyone else is in our room: there are a very very select few people who i dazzle with my dance skills). our mutual favorite dance song is single ladies by beyonce, she laughs the whole time, and there isn't one profanity in the whole song, this is what i call improvement...

-play with blocks on the floor: i build towers, jl destroys them, i pretend to cry, she dies of laughter, i pretend to put her in time out, she throws a block at me (i have bruises, and as a result have fashioned a clever shield out of a pillow), she dies of laughter, and so the cycle continues

(the before lunchtime cycle is sometimes "community time", which in rexburg means walking around wal-mart, i am so glad i can make my own fun and that jl accepts my quirkiness and boredom as good material to cackle at)

-lunch time and changing time are what follows, i miss these times like i miss pneumonia...not at all....because of lunchtime i will never again eat a corn dog, which i guess isn't such a big loss, and i have become ocd-i wash my hands so often my knuckles are cracking a little 

-jl sleeps and i doodle

a random page of doodles i found

i am usually uninspired at work, so it all looks kind of lame like this one

-jl goes home/i get a new client: i get to work with a kid, or a downs girl who reminds me of merry. she says "one" with her finger up, waters her face and exclaims "oh yeah rigght" all the time, loves gummi worms/bears, and gives good hugs (not nearly as good as merry's)-they would be bffs i think. today one little girl and i danced to hannah montana and high school musical while i waited for my client to be out of therapy, she is so cute, it was so much fun, i think i will miss it when i come home.

v-day = feeling sentimental but not about boys....

one day in the dominican republic while sitting on what felt more like a roller coaster than a guagua (bus) i said to hermana delgado, "guaguas and the stench that is the d.r. are two things i will definitely not miss." i was wrong. last night i was trying to imagine the smell and i couldn't, despite my greatest efforts the smell wouldn't return--i would give almost anything to have it back. i think at the time i thought i was so right: sweat, dead pig and pollution create a mixture that stings the eye, and dominican buses can be better compared with a can of sardines than american transit...i had legitimately had enough. today, however, they are both glorious and sadly far away and i take back what i said.

i hate it when i am wrong (it doesn't happen very often, por suerte).

i think we should plan a trip to the best island ever...

most people would think that this guagua was full, but i guarantee that it collected at least 10 more people before anyone else got off (i want to go for a ride)

shoe dilemma

i want to wear something other than uggs but can't for the following reasons

vans: cold penetrates them faster than you can imagine

converse: i would fall in point 2 seconds

flats: a little bit of snow seeps in

rainbows: a lot of snow seeps in

heels: bahahaha

i am starting to hate uggs, today i looked at them with a strange stare. one that said thank-you for keeping my feet warm, while still loathing them for being such an ugly necessity...

my new found dislike for uggs has made me miss the mission (even more than i already did) when i wore chacos everyday basking in the humid heat, seeing palm trees everywhere and speaking in spanish with the most awesome people ever.

on a bright note, my girl at work loves me. she thinks i am hilarious. today i was so bored that i started to sing the star wars theme song with her name as the lyrics, she laughed for ten minutes. then she also laughed when i read her a story about a magical needle in a child's voice. it was great. (i show her pictures to see if she likes art, she responds really well to the primary colors, i think i will make her something) then another person said "poop" and she roared with laughter, i must admit that i laughed really hard at her reaction (progress takes time...)