Singers, Carriages, and Protests- Oh my! Part 2 (The Part with the Carriages)

(Now before we get started, I want to address that this is Part 2 of “Singers, Carriages, and Protests- Oh my!”)

Here is the first entry’s link to catch you up on all the adventure…

Part 1 (The Part with the Singers) https://wordsmithobservations.wordpress.com/2017/05/16/singers-carriages-and-protests-oh-my/


When we left the Radio City Music Hall, where we saw the amazing Rockettes perform, Ms. Jen (my friend’s mother) told us she had just received a text from another lady in the group telling us to watch out because there was a protest going on just minutes away. Looking at our map, we realize that Trump Towers is, IN FACT, the exact destination in which our bus would be meeting everyone to take us home.

We decided to try our hardest to avoid those areas for as long as possible, for safety’s sake, so we thought the most reasonable thing to do next would be shopping at some stores near Times Square. We knew our time was ticking down, and of course, in natural Hannah fashion, you just can’t forget to shop! …Even though, *fun fact of the day* Hannah used to hate shopping as a child. My, how times have changed.

After shopping and getting a wonderful Starbucks (something I never get to do in regular everyday life), we knew that we should start to head back in the general vicinity of where the bus would pick us up. Times Square was such a surreal experience, all the ads and shops. BUT on our way back, after we caught up with another group from the bus trip, we were reminded of one thing. There were carriage rides on the side of the street! Some of us had never done that before, and of course, when in Rome…or, um. New York, you have to try new things!

So, we stopped some of the men and said that we wished to take a quick ride. They said “of course” and we jumped right in, a couple people to each carriage. The three of us got into a huge extravagant one, with the sweetest Clydesdale ever leading us up front. He sure seemed to be a fan of his owner, the buggy driver!

The man driving our buggy was a sweet older fellow who had a lovely accent I thought to be Scottish, mixed with a little something else. He conversated with us very pleasantly over the ride through Central Park, showing us from a distance the different sky scrapers and the purpose of each one. He pointed out CNN towers and explained to us that when those red lights were on, CNN was live. And he made sure to point out the different places in Central Park that were in famous movies, such as Elf and Home Alone.

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a glimpse of Central Park (this was earlier in the day, before the buggy ride)

He pointed out Trump Towers, too, where right at that exact moment protesters were getting ready to march past.

“I’ve heard that there are protests that are going to go on tonight,” Ms. Jen said to the driver.

“Oh, yes. They’ve been going on for a while now. Those and the animal rights protesters really slow down the people that are trying to get to work.”

We nodded and said that we were sure it did.

“I know people are angry, but there’s no changing it. The election is done- finished. Nothing can be done about it now.”

We went through little bursts of him explaining things on the way. When it was silent, it was so easy to be relaxed by the clip clop of horse’s steps at a slow and relaxed pace. It was probably nice for these horses to walk through the park at night, with no one around. No bustle, no crowds. It sure was nice for us.

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Who are those handsome creatures??

When we were turning the bend to go back into the city, we saw a group of people on the side of the road with big signs. As we slowed down, one lady gave a pamphlet to us, which I almost took, out of pure confusion. She looked at us and went, “I know you probably don’t know what you’re doing, but take this.” My mind was spinning. What were these people talking about? When I looked up, I saw the sign, of a horse and buggy in New York.

They were protesting buggy rides.

Out of the back of the crowd someone yelled, “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.” This was when realization set in. If they wanted to stop “animal cruelty” as they called it, human cruelty isn’t the way to do it! At least the first lady was kind about her beliefs.

In front of us, there was a buggy with a few women in it. One person from the protest yelled at them, “It’s animal cruelty!” The woman inside, part of our bus group, looked up in confusion and said, “No, it’s not.” Which, indeed, was not a good decision because the man from the crowd dropped his sign and started off in a sprint toward their buggy.

As we were leaving the scene the Scottish driver in the front seat looked back at us and reassured us everything was okay. “Don’t listen to them, folks. They wouldn’t know a horse’s hoof from it’s behind!” He gave us a jolly laugh.

When we were back safely at the drop off, he thanked us very much for coming along. The other horse driver that was present gave us each a carrot to feed to the horses. They were such sweet and happy creatures and, to our delight, we got to pet them and give them a carrot for being such troopers with all the yelling and ruckus that was going on.

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The other driver started talking to me as we walked to the side.

“Yes, we have to deal with that daily,” he told me. “But what most people don’t know is that it’s a few of the real estate companies that are behind it. They purposefully are spinning people up, making it seem like it’s indecent to be doing what the horses love. They’re born wanting to be active, but the real estate companies wanted the land that our stables are on, and now they are trying to get their way.”

I shook my head. “That’s too bad. The horses seem like they’re being cared for.” He smiled and nodded his head.

After all, as long as the animals are being cared for, loved on, and are genuinely happy, I do not see a problem. But for the the people out there in the world that are genuinely NOT taking care of their animals, come on! Animals are a blessing in life. They give the most pure and unconditional form of love out there, and we must stick up for those innocent that cannot stick up for themselves.  (I just hit you with a truth bomb, didn’t I)?

After this run-in with the animal rights protesters, which was thoroughly unexpected, we went on our way. If we left now, we’d be right on time for the bus to pick us up! All we had to do was walk a little more to the place we were supposed to meet, near Trump Towers…


Thus concludes the 2nd Part!

And again- thanks for reading! And get ready for this third and final part!

Your trusty lil’ blogger signing out,

Hannah

Singers, Carriages, and Protests- Oh my! Part 1- (The Part with the Singers)

So, now that I’ve gotten back from disappearing into oblivion for a solid three months or so… I know that it’s time to *gasp* ACTUALLY post every week like I said I would do! In hind sight, I should have thought that through a little more. Although, how was I to know that some of the craziest months of my life would follow this silly proclamation of a blog schedule? Can’t blame a girl!

But I’m back, my dedicated little readers, and many an adventure has taken place in my time of absence. One day, in particular, sticks out from the rest.

What day am I talking about, you might be wondering? The day I went to none other than the Big Apple itself- New York City! And somehow, somehow, I survived. Oh, I know. I’m sure you’re very proud of me. I am aware I inherit impressive survival skills few people have acquired, no need to remind me!

Well, “excited” was an understatement when it came to describing my feelings for this trip. New York City would be my first ever major travel destination, and considering the fact that I want traveling to be a huge part of my future? This was a pretty big deal for me.

Not to mention, I’d be going with one of my best friends I’ve had since childhood and her equally lovely mom on this particular trip. I mean, that alone makes for a fun time!

After much anticipation, (I think a month’s worth of it), the date arrived and everyone was happy to get this show on the road. We loaded onto a bus at around 3 in the morning, tired and dragging, then drove for a consistent two hours before stopping at a Burger King for breakfast. After breakfast, which served as a great break from the bus, we loaded back on to travel the rest of the way!

The group arrived in New York at around 8 or 9..the details are a bit fuzzy considering I was half asleep from the bus ride. Even so, nothing in the world could have been so fascinating as the first few minutes entering the city. I looked out the window of the bus only to see building upon building reaching their fingertips to the sky. Yeah, yeah. Buildings don’t have fingertips. It’s a metaphor. Go with it.

I couldn’t wait to bounce right out of that bus and go exploring! We exited soon after, gathering in one big group of oblivious tourists on the sidewalk. I look up and the first thing that my eyes wash upon was the tallest and widest skyscraper I’d ever seen in my life. In a way, it was a humbling experience. Ya know that saying “everything’s bigger in Texas”? New York City would have been more accurate.

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The first few hours of the trip we spent merely trying to decode the subway’s very complex (to us) way of going about everyday life. To be someone from a small town walking into a subway…? Well, it’s the feeling of complete and utter stupidity of the world around you. Honestly, not even exaggerating. I just thank God I wasn’t alone, because then lil’ ol’ me would be lost in 2 seconds flat.

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a mural on the Subway I found striking

First stop was the Staten Island Ferry. Cool, right? Yes! It’s 100% cool, everything about it is cool: the waters, the Statue of Liberty, the gigantic boat!…But, just a warning, if you’re anything like I was that day, you’ll feel pretty queezy on what was probably the wimpiest boat ride you’ve ever taken. (Wimpy as in, the boat is going a snail’s pace, so you’d think you wouldn’t feel sick, but you still manage to). And this is coming from a girl that has been PARASAILING before. I am a walking oxymoron.

I don’t know. Perhaps the boat was too large for my liking, or perhaps it was because I ate three big Burger King pancakes in the morning…ahem. With a side of hash browns. BUT, one thing I knew for sure was that I felt queezy. I did, in fact, get to see Lady Liberty, though, so that made up for it for about 4.2 seconds! But sooner than later, the overwhelming Patriotism was squelched by the overwhelming nauseousness. Funny how that works.

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This is the view FROM the Staten Island Ferry. Trust me, I’m not in that little Coast Guard boat bobbing up and down. I couldn’t be that heroic, even if I tried. Plus it doesn’t help that the most skillful type of swimming I can do is the doggie paddle..
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Lady Liberty herself. Oh, look, she’s waving to us in the distance.

 

After the Staten Island Ferry, the three of us were very ready to sit somewhere to relax and eat. We all loaded onto the Subway, once again, in hopes of going to our next destination. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!

That’s not all, though. On the subway, we got to witness a very pleasant surprise. A group of five or six older fellows came from the front of the Subway and started singing oldies in a cool and collected harmony. I’m blown away at all the talent in New York City. I couldn’t get enough of it!

Something else that I have realized is that many of the native New Yorkers seemed to be numb to talent like this. They stare at their phones and pretend that these singers and musicians aren’t there. They missed out on their very own live performance.

Although, we all tend to make that mistake sometimes. We get so used to life and wrapped up in ourselves that we become indifferent to the beauty of every day. We neglect to look at even the little details  of life as a blessing, and in effect, we forget to live in the moment. We forget to appreciate things as they are, and the people around us that make life beautiful.

All said and done, the singers left the subway, and the three of us came to where we’d be eating. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!

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I had never been there till that very day, but now that I know what it’s like- the excitement, the spontaneity, the bustle, I will definitely be going back. That is one place that was very worth the wait.

What’s Ellen’s Stardust Diner? Well, it’s not like a regular ol’ restaurant you might be used to. Here, all their waiters and waitresses are aspiring Broadway actors, meaning they can sing, they can dance, they PERFORM as you’re eating! You literally get Broadway quality entertainment as you eat, which isn’t exactly what I’m used to in my usual form of establishments *ahem* McDonald’s.

So, to describe it a little better, there were two levels of tables and booths to sit at and enjoy the performances. Typically the performance was on the first floor, making it easier for everyone to see the star of the show!

My favorite part out of everything was that our very own waitress ended up performing in the end. And she was good! She circled by our table and took the mic away from her face for a split second to tell us, “Thanks for coming, guys!” Then there she went, continuing on in her awesomeness. You can be sure the coolness factor went up extensively after that..

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Unfortunately, we were only able to eat there for about thirty or forty minutes before hitting the road for the Radio City Music Hall, where we would be seeing the one and only Rockettes perform a Christmas show! (Yes, this was quite a few months ago, I should remind you)…

In addition to all that, we still had to take special precautions on the routes we were taking, since on that day there were Trump protests scheduled. This trip was very soon after the elections, which sparked an uproar in parts of the United States.

We had to walk a ways to get to the Music Hall, which was not that far, though. You see, the interesting thing about New York is that if you ever actually lived there, you would probably be the most fit person ever, just because of the simple fact that you have to walk EVERYWHERE. Wouldn’t be hard to rack up those steps on your trusty ol’ FitBit.

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The Rockettes ended up being phenomenal, as expected. They did more than I could ever do… especially because the most of the dancing I do is when I’m home alone with my music blasting. Ahem. I mean. What were we talking about again??

The most striking thing about it, though, was how very long the show was. I couldn’t imagine being in their shoes, doing show after show like that. It’d probably get old after a while. All the same, it was such a great and unique New York experience. I was amazed at all the glitz and glamour of many of these New York destinations.

Then there was the finale, and the room went to black…


 

Well, after careful inspection, thought, and the suggestion of a viewer, I feel as though it’d be a wise decision to break this already published post (which was admittedly as long as an unabridged Dictionary, sorry not sorry), into a few separate entries of the same series.

Not because of the tip given to me by someone, mind you, although that person did give me the good idea! Truthfully, I had my doubts about the length of the post to begin with, even addressing it at the end of the previously published post. But I know this arrangement will be much better for everyone involved. Me for simple organization- and for you, the kind and gracious reader- to make it more enjoyable reading!

Your trusty (and quite exasperated blogger) signing out,

Hannah

(My First) Sunshine Blogger Award

Ever heard of “cause and effect” ? Well, to catch you up to date- I’ve been going through a little of that lovely philosophy, as of lately. The cause? Junior year has come in full-swing. The effect? School is preventing much time for me to blog and read other people’s lovely pieces. I’m not very pleased that it’s taken this much time for me to write another piece, considering I set my hopes on writing posts much more frequently, but life gets busy, and that’s okay.

So, I figure the best thing I can do right now to let you know that I’m still on this big blue and green blob of a planet is by writing an acceptance to MY FIRST EVER Sunshine Blogger Award! I’m always so excited to get one of these awards, and this is not an exception. I mean, it takes me like two months to get around to writing these things, but, trust me…I’m excited when I get them!

First off, I want to give a special thanks to Alex (from: https://lordofthetrekkies.wordpress.com/ ) ! She gave some pretty fun and unique questions that I’ll have to answer later on.

Before I get further into the award, I’ll list the rules of the award, for those I decide to nominate

  1. Post the award on your blog
  2. Acknowledge the blogger that nominated you
  3. Answer 11 questions that have been assigned to you
  4. Nominate 11 deserving bloggers for the award
  5. Ask 11 questions to your nominees

The Sunshine Blogger Award is an award designated to those you feel bring sunshine into your life and the lives of others by blogging.

Now, without further ado, let’s get into these questions!

What is one book that changed the way you think?

I’d say that the book “Black like Me” by John Howard Griffin did a great job of really opening my eyes to the struggles of the black people living in the south in the 1950s and 60s, and what true progress we’ve made from that time. We never are really taught what big leaps and bounds we’ve made in modern society because history classes are very often just focusing on long ago past. This book did a great job of laying out before its readers the raw and extreme hardships that these everyday people were faced with in the deep South. I never knew it was still that bad back then until I took the time to read books such as these when older.

Do you believe in aliens? Why or why not?

Haha, no, I do not believe in aliens. I feel that if there were any extreme life on any other planet near us we would most likely know by now. We are barely able to find any traces of water these planets, so I highly doubt that aliens exist. Now, I could see maybe a few plants or things such as that, but not a full-fledged creature.

What is the worst ever book you’ve read?

Oh, gosh. So many. And a lot of them were mandatory readings assignments from school, growing up. One of them particularly was assigned in seventh or eighth grade named The Summer of My German Soldier about this twelve-year-old Jewish girl and this almost-romance with a Nazi German soldier that was grossly too old for her. His age was 18-22? Somewhere around there. This book also went on about her abusive relationship with her father. I was not very impressed and was thoroughly confused by the end.

What would be your dream career?

Ever since I was a kid I’ve dreamt of becoming a real author, so that is definitely a written- in-stone dream of mine that I would love to fulfill by the end of my life. I was tossing around the idea of being an adoption lawyer as a main career and doing writing on the side, but I just stopped and thought to myself- why would I want to do that full-time, when I could possibly follow in the path to writing full-time, something I love even more?

Writing is my thing, and I’m under the conviction that I should at least try to see if I could make it a full-time career. I would want a job on the side, as well, so I could support myself as I’m starting out. But, I believe all good things come to those who work for it.

Another thing I am hoping to do is, after high school, is travel writing. I think it would be a good way to grow and see the world. Traveling is something I’ve always wanted to do, seeing as I have grown up in a small town my whole life.

What is your opinion on house cats?

I feel the laziness is excessive. No wonder you’re a big ball of pudge, Fluffy!

Why did you start blogging?

I guess I just started as another outlet for my writing. It’s a good way to share a little of my passion with others!

If you could travel anywhere, real or fake, where would it be?

I think that I’d love to visit some of the best art galleries in Europe. I would love to take it all in, and admire the beauty. But somewhere specific? Probably Venice, Italy. For many reasons!

Are you allergic to something? If so, can you tell us what it is?

Not anything that I’m aware of, except for maybe POLLEN. I just know that when that pollen count is up, I’m a wreck.

Have you ever went on a trip outside the country? Where did you go?

I’ve never gone anywhere outside the country. Although, when I’m old enough I want to pursue travel writing, because traveling is another important factor for me.

What is the biggest book you own? Can you take a picture?

The absolute biggest book we own has to be this ANCIENT dusty old Bible that we’ve somehow gotten a hold of. It dates back to the 1890s and the thing is ginormous. I don’t think I’ve seen anything bigger than that!

What’s your favorite kind of coffee?

Two words. ICED. COFFEE. (But, more specifically, French Vanilla iced coffee).

Here are my eleven questions for the folks I nominate next:

What is your favorite work of art? It can be any art form: painting, written word, etc… Why do you think it has affected you so much?

What do you think is the most important thing in life?

What are three of your most recent favorite music albums? Who sang them?

Is there something you’re really looking forward to in the next year?

If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?

What is one thing you would never change about yourself even if you were given a million dollars?

If you would ever write a book, what would it be about?

If you could turn into a completely different person for a day, what would you want to be? (Example…pro soccer player, seamstress, etc…) Why?

What do you want to accomplish in your young life? Any new years resolutions you’d want to fulfill if you knew 100% that you’d do it?

Find a quote that describes you to a tee.

If you could recommend one book for me to read right now, what would it be? Why?

And PLEASE- I will not stress this enough- when you are done with these, do not forget to tell me you are done! No matter if you make it three months later or an hour later. I thoroughly enjoy seeing all you guys’ answers to stuff!

I guess it’s time  to nominate some of you for the award! I will do as many as I feel, because eleven new nominations are sometimes hard to come by. I’ll only choose those who I feel really bring sunshine to the blogging community, so if I nominate you, you should feel that much more special 😉

https://bayart.org/blog/    – I’ve found this blog a few months ago and I absolutely love her latest idea of submitting a random act of kindness per day, to take a step back to tell yourself “hey, you’re on the right track” and to encourage you to keep making a difference. Keep up the positivity!

https://prayersandpiazzas.com/   – Okay, this blog has got it all! If you are at all interested in history, travel, everyday observational posts: go follow this chick. She’s got GREAT content and her photography is kinda sorta AMAZING. Whenever I get the chance, I love to read of her most recent adventures. It’s the kind of blog I’d want my blog to evolve into when I’m older and get out into the world (a whole lot of travel, adventure, and insight). Keep up the great work! Thanks for bringing the sunshine 🙂

https://marymacandcheese.wordpress.com/   – I look around your blog and what I take from it is that you have such a positive air to yourself and your writing! I like how you incorporate a little of your personality into some posts. I am a big supporter of writers incorporating themselves into their writing and I think that you have the start to a great thing coming. Keep up the great work with culminating and adding your special touch to writing! You’re doing great!

https://jorobinblog.wordpress.com/   – I found this blog, I think, about a month ago and I really like the issues she brings up in her blog. She confronts common issues that crop up in life and she presents it in a way that shows good insight to how we can approach these things. Thanks for your great work, and continue to do what you’re doing!

https://infinitebelly.com/   – Okay, it doesn’t take much to understand why I’m nominating this blog for the Sunshine Blogger Award. The first time I went to the blog, I was astounded at the beautiful photography and the DELICIOUS LOOKING FOOD! I mean, it’s got everything, really. Great writing & amazing food. You can’t beat it. So, Infinite Belly, keep it up on this cool endeavor! There are many that appreciate your spectacular blog. I’m just one of them.

Alright, everyone. I’m going to leave it at that! I will try my hardest to find even more blogs to nominate the next time. Things have just been so hectic that I haven’t had time to explore more blogs than I already have.

Again, thanks so much for the nomination! I appreciate every one of you that take your time reading my posts and caring about my writing (something that makes my heart happy).

As always, have a lovely day, and I will try to post again very shortly.

Your trusty blogger signing out,

Hannah

A New School, Plus Chocolate Chip Cookies…

There’s a small part of you when young that screams from the rooftops that anything is possible, to dream without restriction. Keep that part alive, no matter what. It’ll do great things for you. And all it asks of you is to do the same in return.

My dad founded a school for orphaned and vulnerable children.

Oh, I know what you guys are thinking, but sorry to burst anyone’s bubble… no super-human qualities in sight. Oh, I know. Very disappointing!

But, just hold up a second. We’ll get back to my dad’s lack of spidey senses in a minute. Right now I want to talk to you about something else…

Somehow, in this day and age, people think that being realistic is the absolute bomb. When really, it just blows up in their faces. See what I did there? Hahaha, so punny! I crack myself up.

Well, what these “realists” are preaching is that they’re the sensible ones. Let’s be “REAL” though, do you think that if Abraham Lincoln, that grew up in a cramped little cabin in the middle of Tim Buck Three, had restricted himself to what was realistic, would he currently be a huge statue in Washington, D.C.? Or on that mountain called RUSHMORE? Don’t think so. Instead of being like, “Don’t dream, you get hurt.” He’s like, “Let’s rise up from this pit to be the best human being alive…plus, let’s throw honesty into the mix. Why not? Sounds good.”

But if you do take my advice to be like Lincoln, which you totally should, don’t get shot at a theater. Stay away from theaters. Just opt for Redbox. It’s cheaper, anyway.

Now, some people doubted the opening of this school. Some think, or even communicated, “Oh, that’s nice, but people don’t just open up schools.” In two years my dad’s aspirations of Providence Christian Academy became a reality. You’ve got to realize that with hard work the things that you thought you could never do, could only be a decision away.

So if your dream in life is that you want that last chocolate chip cookie in the cookie jar, and it’s gone when you go out to the kitchen…there may be some complications, but just don’t give up. You’ll get the cookie eventually. Don’t let anything get in the way of that cookie! If you’re out of chocolate chips, go to the store. If your siblings keep stealing the cookies, slap them. (JUST KIDDING! Don’t, I repeat, DON’T slap them). If you can’t bake whatsoever, make someone else bake them for you.

See, there’s always a way to your goals. You know, unless your goal is something physically impossible like, “when I grow up, I want to be a chicken!” Sorry to break it to you, but no amount of hard work will ever make you a chicken.

In essence, if you’re a person being restricted by the realists or the pessimists, don’t fall for their negativity. Being a realist is just a nice way of calling yourself a pessimist. Of course, you need to be REALISTIC about certain things, it’s called common sense. Because no amount of positivity will save you if you scream, “I can fly!” and jump off a cliff.

What I’m saying is the truth…you should never limit yourself, or box yourself in by society’s standards. For example, society says all teenagers are incompetent fools who don’t have enough sense in their bodies to do anything impressive. What they don’t realize is that before World War II there wasn’t any such term as “teenager”. You were either an adult, or you weren’t, which forced kids to grow and take on maturity.

“Teenagers” are the product of this society. Kids see how teens act and naturally think, “Oh, I can just do nothing whatsoever and goof off for six years.” Trust me, I remember being a little kid. All we thought about was growing up or what we’ll be like when we’re teenagers. When they see the big kids acting this way, it suddenly seems fine to follow. It’s just the cultural norm. Then the circle of immaturity continues,  especially when some continue in their childish ways into adulthood.

Of course, going against the grain will be very tough. For everyone, not just teens. People may call you a little naive, or maybe a dreamer for not being satisfied with mediocrity. Come on, though, it’ll be so worth it in the end. Even if you don’t get that chocolate chip cookie, you’ve grown from the experience.

All in all, don’t worry. You definitely don’t have to go the journey alone. Do you think a school came to be without LOADS of amazing, wonderful, and encouraging people (plus God!) working toward this end goal? Nope! Our family has had tons of friends, family, and random donators that have helped this mission, and honestly it wouldn’t be the same without those people. I’m looking at you, Barb Clark (the wonder librarian…and music teacher, and secretary some days), Mrs. Nancy Peckman (my former second grade teacher that is a legend in the classroom), Mrs. Hussack (my mentor and another magnificent teacher for kids who have special needs), Mrs. Fitzpatrick (our art teacher that made the RENAISSANCE interesting to us), and Mrs. Bookamer (our wonderful secretary that comes in few days a week to help us, she does a fantabulous job!) thank you to all you wonderful  human beings.

Man, it was such a bad choice to start listing people. I can’t possibly list everyone! So, thank you, EVERYONE that has played a part. Grace Baptist Church, you’ve played a huge part, as well.

So the ultimate lesson here is don’t let people step on your fire; instead, blaze your own trail. But, really, don’t give up on those chocolate chip cookies. They’re worth it.

…Dang it. Now I want cookies.

Your trusty unorganized blogger signing off! (Because I’ve written entirely too much, sorry not sorry.)

xoxo Hannah