Things I should've done over break ( Read more... )

So, as usual I came home with what I thought was a huge list of things to do over Spring Break. I figured that between sleeping, going out with people, and eating a whole bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs, I would be hard pressed to get anything done ( Read more... )

Last night I had 5 shots of vodka and didn't go to bed to sleep it off like usual.
Never again.
Ever.
I say really funny horrible awful inaapropriate things to people who I shouldn't talk to.
Or I make Kim do it for me.
And that is bad.
Never again.

So Stephan and I had a fight about how he thinks we all have the same purpose in life (to serve God) and I say we all have different purposes (that God gives us, so inadvertantly, we serve him ( Read more... )

Dear George ( Read more... )

Every day for five weeks when I worked with Dashiell this summer, something was broken. Don't ask me how it just always happen. When it inevitably did, he would look at me with sad eyes and say, "Call the maaa-aaan, make him come fix it." Such simple faith that I could make a phone call and everything would be ok ( Read more... )

I am tired ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

Good news: My kids have finally calmed down and don't hate me. It's really nice to come back to a nice quiet bunk and children who re happy to see you than ones who hate your guts ( Read more... )

Dashiell has left. I know that none of you know Dashiell my camper, but I really feel the need to express how depressed I am that a new session has started and for the first time all summer, there is no curly headed angel walkingup to me saying, "Take me to McDonalds, want chicken MCnuggets with ketchup, french fries, and a regular Cooooooo- ( Read more... )