Monday, July 29, 2013

Little Bit Country, Little Bit Hot Mess

As I was getting ready for church this morning, Bonus came into my bathroom looking for some help with his hair. We recently cut it into a fauxhawk again, and sometimes he is able to get it to standup with his Gorilla Snot and other times he isn't.

Today he wanted my assistance (and my hair was finished), so I said I would help him.  I just loved it that he said,

Mama, I brought the jail for you.

For those of you not from the South, when an adorable, seven year old, true Texan says gel, it always comes out as jail.

Makes me happy.  :)  



Saturday, July 27, 2013

Did That Just Happen?

Oh yes.  It did.

Miss Noteworthy and I had a conversation where we actually tried to rank which Ace of Base song was the best (NONE, btw).

I love this kid.




 


Friday, July 26, 2013

This Is Just To Say

William Carlos William's poem "This Is Just To Say" is possibly my favorite.  However, I'm not talking about that right now.

I'm talking about this...
Source: RollerCon
In 4 days.  For the third time.  Looking to do some "Laverne & Shirley Blocking", "Wax On, Wax Off" with Dirty Deborah Harry, and "Block Like A Boss." Oh, and win all the prizes at the Riedell Safari party. 

Maybe this year I will be able to get a picture of Phenol... she is a little sneaky when the camera comes out. ;)





Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Desperate Times.... Or Not

Normally, I would be telling you that we somehow managed to survive the seventh circle of hell camp in Wichita Falls.

However...

There was very little "normal" about this year's summer camp.

To start, it wasn't 147 degrees.  And that is an incredibly strange start.

It rained.  Monday, Tuesday, and parts of Wednesday.  And stayed in the seventies for the first two days!

We were actually cold.  I was thankful that I threw a jacket in my suitcase and made the last minute trip to Target for new umbrellas. Because we were wet.  To the bone. For days.  But we weren't being burned to death like we normally are, so there were very few complaints.  When it finally dried up, it was gorgeous.  No one complained about the heat because it was comfortably warm, and we were finally dry.  You wouldn't have known we were in Texas in the middle of July if the map had not said so.



the "must-do"

Another non-normal part of camp this year is that I had repeat customers.  Six of the girls in my cabin were in my cabin two years ago.  So I knew them, and they knew me.  They already knew that my main rules are: 1). Respect. Which includes others, yourself, and property.  Particularly property that is not your own..., AND  2).  No panties on the floor. 

Having repeat customers was lovely.  Because I saw nary a pantie all week.  Neither on the floor nor on a body.  Can I get a WHOOP!?!

I'm pretty easy to live with at camp.  Plus, I had gummy bears, smarties, and tootsie pops (an oddly popular choice) for the moments when I wasn't easy to live with.  Contrast this with my last trip to camp where I forgot all my toiletries.  I may not have been the best cabin mate that year.

 

Miss Noteworthy and her "friend" for "Friend Night" She looked gorgeous.  And isn't he just adorable?

Those little third graders I bunked with two years ago, boy, have they grown up!  Everyone of them had DEODORANT!  (Including me.)  And they showered EVERY DAY.  Without me bugging them.  In fact, there was so much showering I had to leave our cabin to find a place to pee more than once.  And once I showered after midnight because it was the first stall opening.

But, they had matured in plenty of other ways, too.  They were sooooo easy to get along with. I never once broke up any unkind or catty talk.  I was really proud of them.  Best. Cabin. Ever.

RNR and her camp posse
 
 
And, to my delight, I lost 3 POUNDS. In the past, I have always gained a few pounds at camp.  When chicken-fried steak is dinner, you eat it or you go hungry.  And if they ask you if you want gravy, you say "yes" because that might be the only way to disguise your meal enough for you to swallow it down.  
 
I did the gravy and the chicken-fried steak, and I still lost more weight than I had in the previous month of trying to watch what I was eating. Which is irksome, but whatever, I'll take the three pounds.   
 
My cabin and few stragglers


sixth graders always insist on the photobomb...

But, before you think camp was all wine and roses, there were a few moments we all could have lived without.  One adult leader did have to go to urgent care and then be sent to the ER.  And one wee girl child broke a bone in her leg. 

There was also the lack of sleep.  Which is completely typical.  I learned that having a temperpedic mattress at camp is not a bonus.  Lots of people love them, but I like a hard bed. I don't like climbing out of the goo of memory foam each time I turn over in the night. I also chose to forego sleep on the last night at camp in order to spend some time bonding with a couple of the other ladies.  So worth it.  I got Kernsie to laugh so hard she squealed.  It. Was. Amazing.


Photo stolen from and taken by J.O. 
Licking a coffee spill off your shirt after a night of little sleep...
Desperate times = Desperate Measures
 



All in all, I'd say departure from normal was a huge hit.  Going back next year if they will have me!



Saturday, July 13, 2013

Plot Summary



Summer is like the blink of an eye this year.  Apparently, when you are about to have a high schooler, life is no longer your own.  Including summers.

Too much busy.  Not enough nothing.  I need more nothing for balance. To have a chance to breathe and think.  And be quiet.

Bonus cracks me up.  But I'm feeling a little like this right now, too....  


Today I wish I could sit here for hours and write, but I have to finish getting everyone ready for church camp and baseball camp and a trip to Wyoming. 

Why Wyoming you ask?  That's the same question I asked Mr. Incredible, so we must think alike.  Apparently, one of the Colorado organizations Mr. Incredible deals with decided to hold their meeting in Wyoming instead of Colorado.  Whatever.  I have uneducated visions of sparseness.  Bathing in a bucket if you are lucky.  Not really my idea of fun.

If you love Wyoming, fantastic.  I'm not sure they have Starbucks there.  I'm gonna go google that.  Wait right here.

Source   Ok.  This is kinda gorgeous. 

I'm back.  It appears that there are between eight and fifteen stores in the whole state of Wyoming.  I don't have time to enter all the possible city locations in Wyoming into the Starbuck store locator to verify.   And I lied.  I would like to visit because I'd love to see an old friend who lives there in Laramie. 

Anywho, I digress majorly.

Back to my point, which is the summer has been and will continue to be busy.

I just finished the laundry and unpacking from our July 4th expedition to Lake Conroe.  Where we won the GRAND PRIZE for the golf cart parade!!!!

Tape everything we have left over from previous years to the golf cart for the win! 


We have no idea how we pulled this off.  It must have been "the ribbon attachment and a tape" that put us over the top.  Or the fact that it looks like the children decorated it.  They helped, but it was mainly decorated by my mother and sister.   We were the last entry the judges saw, and we did have a trailer hooked to our golf cart.  And we had a gang of thirteen people.

No, that's not Ellie Mae, it's RNR!

Uncle Mike supervising fishing with the kididdles 

Girl cousins catching a little bite together



While at the lake, we also had a great time fishing with Uncle Mike, or Muka Muk, as we like to call him.

Bonus was so proud of his catch.  Not proud enough to touch it though.


Currently, camp is the main thing on my mind.  The last time I went to camp, a friend broke her nose, and I nearly knocked myself out trying to douse Kernsie the Cheater with colored water.  That's what I get for seeking revenge on a neighbor.  Even though she totally deserved it.  I love camp.

In my cabin it will be me and another much younger, cooler, swag-wearing counselor in a cabin of fifth and sixth graders.  I have packed a great deal of candy hoping I will be able to bribe them to like me better.  You think I'm kidding.

Minus theme night costumes and sunscreen, I think my girls are packed.  Finally.  After many trips to WalMart, Target, and any store that might possibly have shorts that fit me. Derby and cake do not play nice together.

Bonus will be attending baseball camp while the girls and I are at church camp.  Many thanks to my wonderful parents who will be staying with and taxi-ing him around. 

Mind you, Bonus has never really played baseball before.  But, like most seven year old boys, he is pretty sure he is an expert.  And needs to tell everyone.  Mr. Incredible and I gave him a little speech about not schooling the baseball coach on the game.  I'm sure Bonus will give him some tips nonetheless.


I have everyone taken care of, except me.  And now, I'm going to go do that so I don't show up at camp without deodorant or pants.  Because that has NEVER happened to me before....