the day the Lord has made

I will just begin this by saying that Sunday was muuuuuuuch easier this time around. If you missed the last in-camp Sunday we had, let it suffice to say that I was dreading this Sunday. But, it wasn't bad at all. We get to sleep in on Sundays, which is a belssing since I had been out at Midnight Skating until like 1:30. We had breakfast and then got ready for church. Church was relatively uneventful. I did this drama thing that, if you care, closely resembled the song "I AM" by Nichole Nordeman. The kids seemed to respond well, but I think that is because I told them the story about super-gluing a blanket to my face when I was four. And, yes, that is a true story. We had a staff meeting, blah, blah and then went to the Nibble Nook after rest period. Now, here's the thing I don't exactly understand. Our children are told that we are going to get ice cream and they walk SO FREAKIN SLOW. Well, the more portly ones speed it up. But, come on young ones. We are giving you free ice cream and you walk like we are escorting you to be lynched. I wanna see some spring in that step. But, don't you worry... once we got there it was like there was going to be a world-wide shortage of sugary treats. They were running around with an ice cream cone in one hand and crinkled dollar bills clutched tightly in the other. Cheerwine... Chips... Popcorn... Junk food... Increasing America's obesity problem. I just wanted to stop everyone and say, "You are all becoming statistics." But, I didn't. I just judged with my eyes. That's not true. Well... all true. Whatever. We walked back and had song practice/dinner and then Vespers. Let me just say something about Vespers. We have just fed the children ice cream and dinner and then we tell them that they have to walk to the other end of camp and politely sit through the second worship service of the day. It may just be the most illogical thing we do here at camp. I just don't get it. But... it was ok because I didn't have to go because I was getting everything ready for Council Ring, which was last night. It's the part of camp where we dress up like Indians. I can't explain it, and I don't think anyone would understand or particularly care, even if I did. But, last night, our song of choice was "Apache" to the tune of "My Girl" by The Temptations. It wasn't quite as good as our last song, but I will say that it was pretty good. I love the fact that my 7-year-olds pretty much dominate every time we do Council Ring. Oh, and my quote for the night was the Dane Cook skit about Kool-Aid... minus the f-words. And then we went to Denny's after Council Ring. Just to insert this, Elisabeth has recently alerted me that Denny's is the #1 restaurant for minorities, and, being 1/4 Lebanese, I am proud of this and eager to support a restaurant that supports me. While we were there, the lady sitting behind us continually scoffed at us and gave us mean looks because we were mildly loud and laughing. I mean... not to be rude ma'am, but what the crap did you expect at DENNY'S at 11:30 at night on SUNDAY NIGHT??? I mean, I know she was hoping for an upscale dining experience with a menu that features such gourmet dishes as "Eggs Over Myhammy" and "The Grand Slam Slugger" and a drink as exquisite as "Fizzy Navel." I hated to disappoint her, but, honestly... Suck it the crap up. I just gave her the biggest smile as we left to avoid punching that nasty little look right off her face. It was the best I could do. And that is all.