Tired Hands

This Saturday was my 24th birthday. I've never been one to make a big deal about my own birthdays, so I didn't care that I had to work Thursday to Sunday. Now, when I say "work" I don't mean your usual 9 to 5, or even church/ministry stuff. I wasn't even at Camp. No, I spent my weekend with 70 women decked out in pink and up to their ears in scrapbooking supplies. That's right, I was at the Delta Phi Scrappa, the sorority for scrapbookers, yearly initiation event.

                                                               

This is group like few others. These women get together to spend their weekends away from their crazy children, family, and jobs in exchange for laughter, community, and...I almost forgot: scrapbooking.  It's not really a sorority like in colleges, but the "freshmen" (1st timers) have to wear beanies, they have opportunities to earn grades (points) and whoever has the most at the end of the weekend they announce the pledge class president. You really should see pictures.

In the process, they also like to get pampered so they can come to me for a seated chair massage. This is like a side job to my side jobs that some of my friends don't even know about. I'll probably regret posting that here. Ever seen the people who give backrubs in the middle of the mall? Picture that, and you pretty much know what I did all weekend. I organize my time by 10 minute intervals (four+ per hour), so it gives me plenty of breaks, but by Sunday morning I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a Mac truck. This year I gave 38 total.

I know this is not how some of you like to spend your birthdays and you think I'm crazy, but I have to say I truly enjoyed it. I, however, will never wear as much pink as these ladies.