Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Camp Happened

Even though most of camp was spent in and out of storm and tornado survival mode, it was wonderful and Mia (and I) loved it. 
This year Mia refused to acknowledge my existence. I'm telling myself this is a normal, good thing.
Bode, on the other hand, went ballistic if I left his side for half a second. He lasted two hours before I called my Mom and Dad and begged them to save me. He went home with them and never looked back.
Hand jives are a requirement for camp. If you don't know the hand-jives and can't learn them in exactly one try, then its going to be a long, lonely week for you.

I happen to have the best job in the entire camp - I run the canteen. If you need me, I'm the one behind the counter shoving snack size snickers into my mouth.  It's a cushy job and I have no plans to give it up anytime soon.

There is nothing better than watching Dr. Jeff make a fool of himself doing camp songs.
As long as my kids live in Edmond and have their own Starbucks drink they will be required to spend at least one week every year in the country roughing at camp. Period.


Wa Wa Waughs said...

hA! Yes, camp should be a requirement for all! At least once.

Gena said...

Nothing makes me value mascara more than seeing myself without it for four days. Eek. Love that sweet cabin cleaner and her responsible ways. She grew up this year. :(