Wonderful Wednesday!!!

Reports from the field:

Wednesday June 24, 2009

THE WOOKIES.

Official third day of working in the most crooked house in the universe, with no air conditioning, and the only bathroom was a moldy disconnected toilet, unlike the spoiled jelly drilling something mabobbers with their plethora of luxuries. Our team worked hard and almost finished intense dry wall. Little Meacham/Chuck Norris Jr. improved her nailing skills. On the contrary, Jack’s skills decreased as he cut dry wall backwards. That’s right, FAIL. But this problem was easily fixed because apparently the group before had a mental disorder and nailed on two sheets of dry wall. After hearing of the other group’s adventure the day before, we took advantage of the chance to take a break and go to Sonic (and lucky us, it was happy hour!). The crime then began when Fatterson and Evan stole the big straws for their miniscule chocolate shakes. Jack was left with a half inch of straw to drink from his large coke, because they were out of Dr. Pepper. And I quote Jack: “I worked and entire day in the heat and humidity without a bathroom or air conditioning and I deserve a freaking Dr. Pepper”. Then we met up with the jelly mabobbers and drove to Mallory’s grandpa’s boat club thing. First we voyaged to the dock, but daring Mitchell, aka “chubbs”, adventured out into the unknown ocean of deathly jellyfish (which were thought to be nonexistent at the time). He wrestled with thousands of intense, infectious jellyfish and eventually was defeated after being brutally stung. So he turned around quickly and was soon to be meat tenderized. He lived. We got over it. After everyone became creepishly fearsome of the ocean, we chose to swim in the pool. That lasted about five mintues before we saw a brown floaty in the water and quickly filed out of the contaminated area. It was apparently a “chicken wing”. Mhmm sureeeee. The rest of the night was amazing. That’s it. Please pray we don’t get creeped on by the strange fellows from the other churches. They creepishly complement our fake tattoos, shirts, argyle socks and consistently beg meahcam to show off for them. Goodnight.
Oh yeah, and Evan thinks he’s like 9765976 nationalities.
Including asian. -.-
WOOKIE POWERRRRRRR!
Sincerely, Diana Blizzzzoooomm. Aka Durrty Diana, DD, Dirty D, icy, or heyoo.


Wednesday June 24, 2009

The Jelly Drilling Crabby Coolas

Today was an early morning waking up to the screaming girls and rowdy boys from other churches up at 4 am to be on the news (showcasing all the beautiful lawns our guys mowed). We had a lovely breakfast of leftover cold pizza, made our amazing sandwiches for lunch, emptied the freezing water from the coolers and headed to our new worksite. After a 45 minutes sleep filled drive all the way across Galveston we arrived at our new worksite by Jamaica beach. We then toured our new worksite, a nicely furnished beach house, again with electricity and bathrooms, and with a messed up rusty garage. After emptying all the junk out of it, including Patrick the crab, and removing a kazillion bizallion nails and screws out of the walls, we began mounting dry wall. We had our amazing screw driverers, Mitchell and Tracie, and the terrific geometrical Emily Green cutting perfect pieces of dry wall, leaving the rest of us shamed by our not so perfect cutting skills. We successfully covered half the area in dry wall by clean up time. Mallory and John returned Patrick the crab to his wonderful home on the beach while the rest of the group loaded the van and put the junk back into the garage, discovering a few black widows the process. After a long day of work, Mallory’s grandpa graciously took us to his boat club where we swam and grilled hot dogs. On the way to boat club, Tracie “graceful” Shippy couldn’t wait to swim and took a nice cool swim in one of our coolers. At the boat club, some of us ventured to the ocean filled with many baby jellyfish that didn’t sting, but lucky Mitchell found mama jelly and after hours of intense fighting with her, he suffered a few stings from the intense underwater “domination”. These stings were later treated with some vinegar and meat tenderizer, making Mitchell a much happier little warrior. Soon after Mitchell’s recovery, the group ate hot dogs and accidently went on a private no trespassing dock to worship. (whoops) but luckily no one was home. Then we all showered loaded the buses and returned to our lovely cramped home. The boys then began the second round of Carcasonne, woohoo…

-Mallory & John






One more day of work...