Movieland Wax Museum

So last night, I went to Clifton Hill with my friends from school and part of what we did was explore the Movieland Wax Museum. I did't quite know what to expect, considering whenever one hears the term "museum" in today's culture, most people affiliate that with boredom and a very passive experience. This museum, however, did not fit into today's stereotype.

If you find you have the extra money, I totally recommend this interactive experience. The museum is split up into different sections, there are sound effects and movement and things you can do, for example, walking through a haunted tunnel or sharing a couch with the Simpsons. I enjoyed it immensely and would definitely go again.

Here are some pictures from our experience there.



At the end of the haunted tunnel, there is an electric chair that shakes and shoots off smoke and everything.


















Get out of the phonebooth! It's dangerous!

















And of course, what experience wouldn't be complete without Harry Potter?








Now Bart, you should know better!









Life is like a box of chocolates








Until next time,

CHRISSY

Back From Camp

I am back from camp and I have survived. It was a difficult week, where I felt leaders, and students alike were being tested on patience, faith and endurance. The week was sure a roller coaster of emotions, accusations and tears, but we survived, and I have made lifetime friends, once again.

I have lots of memories, and way too many pictures, despite the fact my camera is now broken. Thanks to Camp Oneida for feeding into my picture taking addiction by letting me borrow the camp camera for most of the week.

I was able to see a glimpse of God this week, and feel His awesome strength, knowing that no matter what happens in my life, He is stronger than any of it.

I'm sure the leaders were being attacked this week, but God's strength is also stronger than that. He made sure the leaders all prayed together, worked together and showed love to one another so we could weather the storm together as a team, and it worked.

I miss it very much, even the hardships, because I never doubted for a second we wouldn't be able to overcome - I knew we would because I know my God is a strong God. I miss my friends, especially Vanessa, who became a very important figure that week, especially when I was going through a rough time, she was there to lean back on when I felt alone and scared.

I can't wait to continue to meet with these wonderful people, whom we already have plans to see Pirates of the Caribbean, a trip to Marineland and in a few weeks, Vanessa is coming down to visit me, so I couldn't be happier. (Well, I probably could be, but that's a whole 'nother story).

Glad to be home.

Thanks for your prayers.

CHRISSY

Return to Camp

Saturday, I am leaving for camp. I will be a counselor to a group of 11-13 year old girls. I am very excited to have some time to spend in nature, and in a position of mentorship. I really feel the need to reconnect with God lately. My relationship is still fine - nothing has changed about the way I feel about Him, I just need to get away from some things and put some things into perspective. I do not see this week coming up as a vacation, but a kind of "step off the planet" for a week. I will be around new people, and I will have to step away from myself for a bit to be a "mom" to these kids. But there will be times where I have breaks, in which I plan to spend that time with God, trying to figure out some stuff. I really messed some things up, and I need to be with God.

So I leave on Saturday, and I will not be back until the Sunday after (the 23rd). Pray for safe travels and no ear troubles. (Don't worry, I won't be swimming in Lake Erie). God bless to everyone, and I will blog about my adventures when I return.

CHRISSY

Surgery Complete

So I had my surgery today!

It was everything I could remember from my childhood. All 8 times as a child I survived the very same surgery I survived today. Today, I have successfully completed my 9th tube surgery. (Woot - do you think there's a world record?)

Bad news is they had to cut my ear off. (Just kidding). Actually Michelle tried to pull that on me when I first arrived back to the room after surgery. I said my ear felt muffled and she asked if she could have a look. Trusting her, because she's a nurse and all, I let her. Then she said my ear had been removed. Don't worry, I wasn't that gullible. I didn't buy it.

The surgery went well. My ear is still relatively sore and muffled, and I have to work tomorrow, but I am going to be staying away from the balloons for the next couple of days to avoid any kind of pain. Also, I feel extremely run down and depressed. Michelle said it's probably the anesthetic and just my body feeling rundown after everything it's been through today.

Here are things I remember from the operating room. Weirdness. I started to feel really dizzy in the operating room, where they had me sit up so they could put sticky things on my back, and I lied back down, still feeling really dizzy, like I would faint...

And the next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery, having a nurse pull a tube out of my throat. (She was really surprised I remembered that, because most people don't. Did you know your body doesn't breath when you're under anesthetic? I didn't. They had to breath for me. Eek).

Other than that, that's about it. I was really grateful Michelle was there. I am so loved - I knew that today. Michelle never left me, unless she had to (kicked out by nurses). She made me laugh, she gave me a hug before I left, she bought me a balloon and a card. When we were coming home, Brad and Michelle bought me lunch, and Michelle made me sit down while she got my lunch ready. She brought me juice and lunch, and kept asking if I was okay. She kept telling me to drink my juice. She said I should take an advil and go to bed. She was so concerned, and I'm glad she was, because I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I was so out of it, and doped up, I'm glad she was there to take care of me. Then both the kids made me cards, and they kept telling me they hoped I'd feel better. And God bless Brad, who didn't tease me once after the surgery. (That I can remember). Though he did make a crack before the surgery about how my new favourite show on TV would be Toopy and Binoo, though he pronounced Toopy, as Tubey. (Get it? Because I got tubes?)

Anyway, off to bed. I'm still half asleep and very much depressed, but luckily I know that's only anesthetic. It happened to me under local anesthetic as well. Thanks for your prayers. God bless

CHRISSY