crazy days.

Man, camp is winding down. It's more than a little unbelieveable. I can feel it though. My body is starting to get tired. But, after this week, Starter Camp is taking place, which is where we host a one-week camp for new, young campers. I am excited because my staff is frickin amazing for Starter Camp. So, Tuesday was our last alone night in camp. The kids love it because they feel like they are in charge of camp. We took them out to the waterfront and had free swim for about an hour, then cooked them dinner. We had canteen and then Counselor Hunt, which was much better this time around. Last time, our kids could not find any counselors. It was really sad. They just walked around for like an hour. This time, three counselors were found in the first ten minutes. It slowed down from there, but it was much more successful. The game was over at 8, and I sent the kids to bed, which made their counselors really happy. They got like 10 hours of sleep that night. That night, I hung out in the A/V Cage and watched "Arrested Development," which may be one of my new favorite shows. Then I went downstairs and watched "Mean Girls" with the central staff, wishing that Lindsay Lohan had never discovered the mix of eating disorders and cocaine that resulted in the pasty, emaciated skeleton we see now. Someone feed Lindsay. Or at least send her back to the tanning bed. Wednesday was an easy day. We had OAP games in the afternoon, which meant I didn't have to be in charge, which is a nice change of pace. I walked into dinner and saw sandwiches on the table and immediately knew that I would have to go somewhere else. Karen Neal and I went to No. 1 China down the road. We placed our order at 6:35 PM. At 6:55 PM, we were still waiting for our food. I turned to Karen and asked her to go up to the counter to ask about our food because I knew that if the man behind the counter told me that it wasn't ready, I would jump over the counter, punch him in the throat, and then fix it myself. However, there was no need for actions of that sort because he had our food. The sweet tea was miserable. It tasted like someone added sugar to lemon juice. Two thumbs down. I guess I can't complain too much, though. Sweet tea really isn't a staple over in Red China. The campwide OA for the night was Bedlam Ball, which meant I got to stand around and kick balls back into the circle for an hour. Usually, we accidentally hit children with balls. Last night, however, Lauren Hogan kicked a ball at full speed and struck me directly across the face. I thought Jesus was going to have to come intercede to keep me from exploding in a ball of fire. However, Lauren fell to her knees and asked for forgiveness. Actually, she was rolling on the ground laughing, but I accepted the apology that I knew she wanted to give. The picture above is my response. That night, there was a party for the SALT guys, but I didn't go. There were a number of factors that kept me from really enjoying the experience. However, good news is here, my friends. Mr. Philip Erwin Bebeau is coming back to work Starter Camp. Mmhmm... Saltines return!