One more blog before the trip...
So much to catch up on, so much left to do before I leave Wednesday.
The wigs came, and I LOVE them! When I met up with the kids this past Friday, to go over the itinerary, give them their luggage and gear, and just to reassure them and their folks, the girls absolutely lit up when I told them about my glitter and wigs.
I have NOT heard from the professor. I am a little hurt, but my attentions have moved on to a few other boys.
The gyno is in the lead. And while he is a doctor who graduated from one of the best medical schools in the Mid-West, he is a bit of a bad boy, and I am TOTALLY intrigued by that. Just look at this!
There is also a Swiss man and a bald man. The Dutch man is very interested in me, and he is so dang nice, but I am just not romantically interested.
Nice Guy Brian comes and goes. Who knows.
In more serious, touching news, Charlie, one of the boys from my first ski trip, has been given just days to live. He was asked what he wanted as a dying wish. He wanted a tattoo. He was loaded up on platelets, and was able to get a tattoo. Also, on loan, his family was given a Corvette. Charlie thinks this is his car (He is 16 now). Charlie had said sometime ago that he was ready to die, but his parents wanted him to keep going through treatment. He now is afraid to die, understandably, but I have a sense that he is also ready for it.
Godspeed, Charlie, and many prayers and thoughts your way, and your family's way. His parents will probably need more prayers than he does, at this point.
Many more stories, I am sure, will be up after my trip.
The wigs came, and I LOVE them! When I met up with the kids this past Friday, to go over the itinerary, give them their luggage and gear, and just to reassure them and their folks, the girls absolutely lit up when I told them about my glitter and wigs.
I have NOT heard from the professor. I am a little hurt, but my attentions have moved on to a few other boys.
The gyno is in the lead. And while he is a doctor who graduated from one of the best medical schools in the Mid-West, he is a bit of a bad boy, and I am TOTALLY intrigued by that. Just look at this!
There is also a Swiss man and a bald man. The Dutch man is very interested in me, and he is so dang nice, but I am just not romantically interested.
Nice Guy Brian comes and goes. Who knows.
In more serious, touching news, Charlie, one of the boys from my first ski trip, has been given just days to live. He was asked what he wanted as a dying wish. He wanted a tattoo. He was loaded up on platelets, and was able to get a tattoo. Also, on loan, his family was given a Corvette. Charlie thinks this is his car (He is 16 now). Charlie had said sometime ago that he was ready to die, but his parents wanted him to keep going through treatment. He now is afraid to die, understandably, but I have a sense that he is also ready for it.
Godspeed, Charlie, and many prayers and thoughts your way, and your family's way. His parents will probably need more prayers than he does, at this point.
Many more stories, I am sure, will be up after my trip.
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