Fire in the hole...

Another fun-filled, and dare I say, extroverted weekend. Probably one of the most social few days I've had since I've been here.

My first rugby experience took place on Thursday night. My muscles are still sore a few days later, not so much from the tackling, but from the conditioning and running involved. If I keep playing, they say I will play FLANKER, whatever that means. It sounds kind of dirty. I hear there's a lot of wrestling involved in the position, which means I'll have to stop laughing and smiling when I go in for the tackle. We eased our pain with a few beverages at a pub afterwards, before retiring slumber party style.

Friday morning, I began babysitting for a little extra cash for a new family who works here. The three rascals are very cute and smart. I always find having kids around to liven things up and to provide for a real-er atmosphere. I took the kids on a walk to pick carrots from the garden and to see one of the new baby lambs. Adorable.

An Arkansas theme, going-away party for Meghan took place that evening. It was nice for us to teach everybody a few things about Arkansas, like the "Pig Soooie, Razorbacks" cheer. I'm going to miss having that woman around here, but she's off to travel Europe.

Saturday involved another hike and lots of eating and some napping and some movie watching (TOUCHING THE VOID). But I'll spare you all the details, as I need to go clean my room on this very rainy day before starting work.

Oh yeah, and we burned a giant Christmas tree last night in this grassy bowl of land (don't worry, we had a fire ring set up for the occassion), which caused for a super-duper gigantic flame. It was awesome. I highly recommend doing it, if you still have a tree lying around.