it's been far too long.

Well, I know that I haven't exactly posted in a while. Needless to say, this has been a very busy little session up here. Let's see... Wednesday. We met up with the girls again for Messy Games. There was the usual look of terror when I told the boys that they would be pairing off with girls. However, I told them that their job for the day was to get the girls as disgusting and dirty as possible. Of course, they erupted in cheers and ran to pair off with the girls, all the while sporting mischevious grins. It took a little convincing to convey the fact that the egg toss really was about NOT breaking the eggs. The boys were preparing to throw the eggs AT the girls as hard as they could. Luckily, that did not transpire. The messiness of the games was increased this time around by the addition of strawberry syrup and shortening to the mix. It was decidedly vomit-inducing. And, after careful consideration, we decided to bring back Steal the Watermelon. This time around, the kids were much more into the game, with much fighting and running going on. I thoroughly enjoyed it. We did a picnic with the girls on the Middle Green again, which was a good time. But, my group this two weeks is incredibly ADD and wild. They are fun as anything, but they are a freakin handful. So I watched them chase each other and other living things throughout dinner. That night was Newspaper Party, which is one of my least favorite OAs ever. The game essentially consists of the gym being divided into four different sections, one for each tribe. Then, each tribe gets a huge pule of newspapers and play like 6 or 7 different games with them. My children are tiny. They are the smallest kids in camp, and Apache is the smalles tribe in camp numbers-wise. Obviously, we ended in 4th place, which I just get soooooo frustrated about. And people just get all up in my kids' faces about playing the game. Like, the oldest in-camp tribe just intimidates them and yells. I just want to kick those children in the face and tell them to just let my kids enjoy their time. Oh well. That night, it rained and a bunch of Central Staffers were hanging out in the receptionist's office. Things went somewhat crazy when Karen randomly took Kelly's shoe, threw it into the rain, and then punched her in the face and arm. For some reason, the fist fight was accompanied by laughter on the parts of both the women involved. I can't really begin to explain what happened. But, it was awesome. Karen admitted she was scared of Kelly, but then said, "Bears are more scared of you than you are of them, but they will still rip your face off." Clearly, I will never knowingly anger Karen Neal. Then, Thursday was my day off. We went to Goodwill, where Shannon found me a Vineyard Vines bowtie for $1. No, I did not mistype that. The bowtie cost one dollar. It was amazing. I also got a sweeeet Wake hat made at Lids. The rest of the day, I went to eat at Chilis, went to WalMart, and came back to camp. Then, I took a salad to Merrimac and ate dinner with Elisabeth, and met my best friends Katy Robb and Dave Roddy. It was incredible. I came back to camp for Campfire, and then stayed up late hanging out. Friday was relatively non-eventful. We had Mass Soccer in the afternoon, which was fun. The kids actually played and just enjoyed themselves. After it was over, I jumped in my car and met Elisabeth and her family for dinner at My Father's Pizza. I am mildly obsessed with the Holby's. They are just awesome. We were eating dinner, and I looked down at my watch and realized that I had seven minutes to get back to camp for Retreat. I was like, "Umm, gotta go. Thanks." And then I just like ran out of there. Luckily, I got back on time. We had a mediocre dinner, which I didn't have time to eat, even if I had wanted to, because one of my children was so homesick that he had been crying for three hours. I tried to console him, but to no avail. What's going on with him is still uncertain. We shall see. Then, we had Water Barrier for our evening OA. We call it Water Barrier because the kids have too much fun when we call it the Dam Building Contest. Oh, children and their dirty mouths. Sinners.

P.S. The picture is one I took of the dog named Daisy our nurse's husband brought up for a few days. She was too dang cute.