goodbye, coach.

We are going to miss you, Skip.

Thank you for everything you did.

really?

This is the email I just got from my mom:

Hey, Baby!

I was just reading your blog, and I love it. However, just a word from the wise to the wise. When you want to ensure that someone understands you, you "ensure", you never "insure" unless you are worried about a traffic accident or a liability lawsuit, etc. You gotta love me for this! I love you, Bud! God bless, Mom

Awesome, Mom. Just awesome.

done and done.

So, session 1A has ended and session 1B has begun. I got to work Session Break, which was just incredible. Ha. Let's see... I know it's been nearly two weeks since I blogged. I'm trying to be a good TL. Oops. Umm... Ok, so my parents were here for closing and we took a Corbett/Hamilton picture. There were 9 of us at camp this past two weeks, and then a million more once parents showed up. People just began referring to us as Corbett instead of trying to differentiate names. I mean, whatever. It was pretty baller. My parents have recently started handing out coffee and doughnuts on opening day and come hang out every closing day. This in and of itself is not a problem. However, they have been given nametags that indicate who they are. This is a problem for a number of reasons. My mother has continually pointed out to me that her nametag is bigger than mine and, therefore, she is more important than me. Clearly untrue. I think people are beginning to think my parents are the reason I have my job when, clearly, it is the other way around. They would be nothing without me. Also, my mom walked up to me on closing day and pointed to her nametag and, in that delightfully Southern accent, asked me if the nametag was what I would refer to as "pimping." Note that the -g was included in that word. I smiled politely and thought to myself, "I would NEVER use the word pimping." Oh, Mom. Clearly, you are reading this, so keep up the good work. Session break was quite a trip. We were lucky enough to not know where ANY of the food orders were all weekend long, so scrounging for food for 70 people was phenomenal. Well, let me take part of that back. We ordered pizza as planned on Friday night. I call Crestridge to insure that we order a sufficient amount of pizza. I was told my the administration that they had "around 40 people, including staff." Therefore, I ordered enough food for 77 people, including boys camp. Little did I know that Crestridge was (surprise!) completely wrong and that they had a TOTAL of 22 people. So, there was pizza for 18 non-existent Crestridge girls. Yay for efficient ways of spending Camp's money. Hmm. On Saturday, we went to Fun Depot. I walked in and said, "Hi we are the group of 60 from Ridgecrest Camps." A look of terror swept across the face of the lady behind the counter as she frantically searched the files to see that, shockingly, we had not called ahead. Oh, massive miscommunications. However, they got us in and it was fine. I don't say all this to indicate that Session Break wasn't fun. Shannon and Adam were here. Albeit, they were much less drama-inducing than last year, which was a shame. But they were here, nonetheless. Now, I'm just tired. But don't worry. Plenty of time to rest. I'm taking the kids to Ghost Town today. Holler. May the Lord bless me and keep me.

italians and westerners.

So, the session has been pretty rockstar so far. We started on Monday by going to Sliding Rock, as we do every year. It was cold. So clearly, I had to take my staff aside and say, "Please let's just pretend like we enjoy this. Otherwise, the kids will hate us... and life." So they did, and it worked. Praise the good Lord in Heaven. However, our bus was late that took us from camp to Sliding Rock. It was supposed to be there at 2:45... Well, the lady called at 2:45 and said, "The 3:00 bus you ordered will be late." I wanted to say, "Ma'am... the fact that you are telling me that the 3:00 bus even exists indicates its lateness... I ordered 2:45." But I was calm and polite and showed the love of Jesus in everything that I did. Because I dominate. Then we went to Little Sienna, the Italian restaurant in Old Fort. It dominates. The fake grapes hanging from the ceiling really make me feel like I'm back in Italy. But for real... home made Italian food. They open just for us. Clearly a dominant setup. The kids were well behaved, but I honestly think they plotted together before we went inside to spill as much as possible. Drinks and full plates of spaghetti were carelessly tossed around that restaurant like a freakin frisbee. I wanted to cry. But instead, I used my words to gently but firmly remind the children that careless behavior would not be accepted. Thennnnnnn... Tuesday, we went on our campout. We almost didn't go because of the weather. Then we went. And it was fun... the tarp was immaculately set up... the meals were cooked perfectly... the children were peacefully laying in bed. And then, due to unforseen circumstances... we had to night-hike back to camp at 10 PM. Baller. So, I clearly had to go back to Joshua's Hollow (which, as fate would have it, is not accesible by vehicle... awesome) and recover my packs with a number of other staff members. It was life-changing, really. One of our children is deathly afraid of thunder, so every time he heard it he started crying and shaking and generally freaking out. I had to remind him numerous times that I would not let him get hurt. It rained tonight. Loud thunder. Loved it. Oh yeah, and Shirley and I ran today and I was a little tired, I will admit. Little did I know that he would want to sprint the entire two and a half miles. I almost vomited. But I tried to play it cool. While trying not to vomit while running. Not an easy task. But then again, I'm a risk taker. Suckas.

están aquí.

The kids are here. Praise the Lord, cause camp happens to be relatively empty without children. Go figure. Well, things have gotten off to quite a start. Umm... I have 30 children. Two of them are six years old. This is going to be incredible. My staff is the best in camp, no questions asked. They are really good with children. Hallelujah. I would just like us to note that both Tim Schneiders and I wore New Balances AAAAAAAAND tall socks. If you want to criticize my tall socks, you can back the heck off. Cause we dominate. My family got here today. There are 9 of us at Camp Ridgecrest for Boys this session. You may be wondering, is this the start of a Corbett dynasty? The answer is a firm yes. And I just used the word firm. Whatever. We took a big picture with the whole fam... we are an obnoxious Lebanese family. I love it. I mean, nothing has really happened for me to mock yet, so I can't really be that funny yet. But I can tell you one thing. Judging by the campers, there will be stories a-plenty. Fear not. That's all for now.

P.T.L.

mountain momma

Here I am. Back at Ridgecrest... Which means a summer full of blogs again. There are no campers here yet, so very little weird stuff has happened... minus the man who sits outside of Dairy King nightly and is relatively unable to form coherent sentences. I like him. I am hoping that this summer brings a ridiculous number of funny stories. I want to laugh after crying/screaming. I'm excited for my staff to get here... and the kids. Duh. Clearly, more to come whne things actually happen.

Pray.

Pray for Virginia Tech.