i'm having fun

Ok, so as I have read over the last few posts that I have made, I realize that it has sounded like my time here at Camp Ridgecrest for Boys has been miserable. That just isn't true. Things have been incredible. But, no one wants to read boring, happy stuff. So I write about the crazy, stupid stories that happen. Last night was my "night off" because my kids went on a campout and I didn't. Well, there were a few things that happened during that evening. We ordered a large meal from a restaurant in town. When we got our food, was the order right? No. But we ate it anyway. Then, Robert Suggs busts in tellin me that someone has to go with him to pick up some girls from girls camp who got lost on their day hike. So I go and pick them up and drive them back to camp, while they are sitting behind me screaming, "Oh my gosh, are we going 80 miles per hour?" It took every ounce of energy to not turn around and say, "Little girls, we are going 61 miles per hour. Say one more thing and see what happens. Just try me. I want to hear you say one more thing." Ooh I was mad as a wet hen (thank you Beth Olson), so I turned up my music so loud that they couldn't talk. A little Derek Webb never hurt anyone... especially me, cause you know I needed Jesus at that point. Later that night, a Dairy King run was in order. Now, the last few times we have gotten Arctic Swirls from Dairy King, they have been less than properly mixed. So, for some unknown reason, the group decided that I was the best person to address this problem with the lady working behind the counter. Let me make it clear, I am scared of angry mountain folks, so I treated that lady like she was made of gold. I put on my southern accent and smiled so big and said, "Ma'am, we love us some Dairy King. And it has just been so sad to get our food the last few times and find that there were just chunks of topping not mixed in. We want to keep comin back. Can you make sure that it is mixed well?" I think my eyelashes did her in, cause she just smiled right back and said, "Yessir, we never want to lose valued customers." And the good Lord knows that those Arctic Swirls were mixed so well. It was awesome... until we realized that we had 8 Arctic Swirls that were quickly melting on our trip back. I said as nicely and as Christlike as possible to the people riding in my car, "Spill inside my car and I will punch you in the face." We avoided spills... thank Jesus. We got back and found the scene pictured above. Dru Swain was laying on the couch drawing the wax out of his ears with a candle. The smell and the resulting wax were absolutely vile. I gagged a little bit. Tapouts were last night, but there was nothing extraordinary to report. Well... I believe that is all. P.S. Sad performance at the World Cup. Buuuuuuut... Go Mavs.