When I was in high school, my friends and I worked at a summer camp in Philadelphia that was free for inner city kids from low-income families called Camp Overbrook. We worked as camp counselors and life guards, and we loved every second of it. Every day, Camp O. would gather for afternoon announcements, and in order to get an entire camp of rowdy kids to shut up and pay attention for chrissake, we had everyone raise their right hand and sing a song. And it worked like a charm.
ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOOUUUUUCEMENTS. 'CAUSE WHEN YOU'RE UP, YOU'RE UP. AND WHEN YOU'RE DOWN YOU'RE DOWN. AND WHEN YOU'RE ONLY HALF WAY UP, YOU'RE NEITHER UP NOR DOWN. ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOOUUUUUCEMENTS.
Years went by, and my friends and I would still sing this aloud every time we heard the word "announcement" much to the disdain of our new college friends, who I might add did NOT respond well to The Announcement Song, which often ended with thrown beer cans and crumpled pieces of paper and sentences that ended with "... up your ass."
Anyway, what I would like to say is: ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOOUUUUUCEMENTS. 'CAUSE WHEN YOU'RE UP, YOU'RE UP. AND WHEN YOU'RE DOWN YOU'RE DOWN. AND WHEN YOU'RE ONLY HALF WAY UP, YOU'RE NEITHER UP NOR DOWN. ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOOUUUUUCEMENTS.
Because I want to make sure you're paying attention when I tell you I GOT A JOB. And boy am I relieved because helloooo Mr. Paycheck, my bar tab missed you so. And also because after yesterday's post, as my friend Lora was all an announcement of an announcement?
Better mean one of the following:
1) you got a job
2) you are moving back
2a) this time to South Philly, in the house for rent two doors down from me
3) you got a baby up in your guts
I chose door number one! A JOB (and once again I feel the need to swear to you all that I am not, in fact, pregnant)! But not just any job. This is a job for an organization that I care deeply about. I believe wholeheartedly in their mission, and I've spent countless hours volunteering my time for them back in Philly. And now I get to do it every day! This is a job that will not only give me a sense a personal fulfillment (can you IMAGINE?!) but we'll be working towards a greater good (oh my gah I can barely stand it). I could not be more excited.
But wait! There's more! Right this very minute, B and I are about to walk out the door to hand over a check of our life's savings (ohmyfeckinggahI'mgoingtovomit) and sign some papers to BUY A HOUSE. A house! With doors! And a backyard! Right by the beach! And most importantly, the bars!
I'm now accepting applications for weekend visitors. Bring soft pretzels. The good kind. You know what I'm talking about, Lora.
Aaaand we're off. Pictures of our new love shack to follow. For a while it seemed like B and I were living by the rules of Murphy's Law (homeless, jobless, everythingless). And now things are turning around rather quickly. In a single week, actually. You know what they say: CAUSE WHEN YOU'RE UP, YOU'RE UP, BABY!