late nights, bright lights

AHHH MOST INSANE WEEKEND OF MY LIFE.

Saturday was the nationwide Rally Day we held in celebration of 100 years of Guiding in Canada. On the bus by 7am with almost 200 girls from North Bay, we headed to Sudbury where we met up with 400-500+ girls and spent the day learning, creating, running, jumping, shouting, singing, talking and getting rained on. Luckily the rain cleared up. Unluckily, the shouting did not. I am definitely feeling the burn today. Fifteen hours is a very long day to spend with that many young girls and even though I was only personally responsible for 7, I do very much think they were a very rambunctious 7.

We had tons of fun though, despite a few instances when I had to snap at them. I am so glad I got to be a part of that. It's nice to feel like a part of something.

We got home around 9 and I was passed out by 9:45 and slept pretty much right through until 9 this morning. It did not feel like enough sleep.

Today, Sparky, Katie and I went to the dog rescue. As per usual, there were a whole bunch of dogs. The love of my life, Sandy, is still there and was in an absolutely foul mood and refused to cuddle me at all. Hear that? That is my heart and soul breaking into tiny pieces. Seriously. Next week, I will win his love.

That's if we go next week, I mean, because this week we did something a little different. We signed up to be foster parents. So we brought home Abby today. She's about 6-7 months old, Dane x Lab cross and she is very quickly learning her name and 'sit' and 'down'. She's even working on 'come' and 'off.' I'm very impressed with her smarts. Mostly though, I am impressed with her giant frickin' paws. Seriously, like dinner plates. She's going to be a huge freaking dog. According to the plan, she'll be with us for 2 weeks and hopefully will learn all her manners by then so she'll find her forever home. Pixie is doing really good with Abby, which is good because we weren't sure how she was going to react. McLovin, of course, is suffering like a mad thing because HOMG DOG.

After Abby, I am going to convince (blackmail? threats of violence?) Katie that we need to foster Sandy and heal his broken heart.

( Sandy - my one true (dog) love )

In short, AHHH TIRED. And AHH SUN BURN. On my arms and the back of my neck and my poor, unfortunate lips.

And then after dinner (aka: just now) I signed up for rpf_big_bang and deancasbigbang. So. Um. AUGH. As if November wasn't already close enough to be breathing down my neck. Wish me luck as I embark on two challenges that involve two things I've never attempted to write before.

I feel like I need to validate my choice. I know in the past I've been all 'pssh, Dean/Castiel as a romantic pairing, dnw.' And to be very honest, I still pretty much feel this way. The story I plan to write does not change it. It does not make me a hypocrite, it makes me a more mature, accepting person who is expanding her horizons. Also, I'm psyched for the plot. Okay, that sounded desperate. Whatever. It's cool, I'll do what I want.

Supernatural RPG at Janis's tonight. Nothing to major, especially story-wise. Just a little something to keep our dice rolling hands from rusting up. It was a kick back to the earlier seasons with a KILLER CAR. Oh yes. We defeated it by loving and befriending it.

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Also, Janis has a tiny apartment and it is hard to fit five rowdies and all our extra crazy into it. I miss rp-ing so much sometimes. Damn that Ace for moving away and breaking up the dream team.

In other news, work smells. I am working an extra shift this week, but not getting paid overtime for it. Why is this, you ask? Because I'm a little crazy like that. But then I get four days off, so I guess that's better than overtime pay, right?

O, and one of the other supervisors commandeered my desk and gave it to one of his agents because 'they were unhappy with their original seat'. Um, 'scuse me, I've been sitting there since April and I was quite happy. Now I'm playing musical desks again. *resists urge to light fires* I'm not even going to mention the loss of the best chair in the site, because that will send me into a swooning, fainting spell and I don't have the proper couch for that.

We're going on a hike/cookout with GGC in a few weeks - our first real outing. I super excited and also a little nervous. I haven't done anything this involved with children in a long time. All my recent hiking has involved liquor and swear words. I hope I am the proper role model I'm meant to be.

I guess when the worst things in my life right now are losing a chair and being worried about lighting little girls on fire by accident, my life is pretty okay.

Besides the strep throat.