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Surviving Camp Moose Creek pt. 4 – And An Overload Of Cute

2 Aug

You guessed it, here’s the fourth installment of the story I’m writing to share with you while my schedule spins at a wonky angle this week.

(Thankfully I only have another two days before the craziness ends and things get back to a more normal schedule. My husband has already declared that Sunday will be a total rest day for me. I’m not arguing. Had a headache since about 11:30 this morning. Grrr. Needless to say, I’m heading for bed the moment this post is scheduled.)

Let me know what you think so far!

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Dear Diary,

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At my breakfast snack shack visit I discovered why the girl wasn’t there yesterday evening. She got braces. They are pink and purple. She says they really hurt, and she hates how they make her look. I told her they aren’t that noticeable. She smiled, winced, and said thanks.

There wasn’t anyone behind me, so I asked her what her name was. Maria.

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The kid I played soccer with yesterday afternoon said hi to me in the lunch line. Then when I was looking for a quiet corner to hide in, and push my food around, he waved me over to sit at his table.

His name is Devon, and he is here with his twin brother Darron. They don’t look that much alike, but still finish each others sentences. Devon asked if it was OK for his brother to kick around with us that evening. He seemed intelligent, so I acquiesced. A few minutes later another boy came to the table. It turns out his name is Almonzo and his only hobbies are Dungeons and Dragons, and soccer. He also joined us for our evening game.

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Playing two on two soccer is a very pleasant was to pass that annoying time between what they call dinner and the campfire torture session. Seemingly endless rounds of Row, Row, Row You Boat could be used as an interrogation technique at Guantanamo.

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Now it’s your turn: What should happen next?

Should he get discovered tapping into the WiFi? His cousin leave something strange for him in the hollow log? Should he ask the snack shack girl out for a walk? Lead a revolt during arts and crafts?

Or will aliens attack and steal the soccer ball after vaporizing the mess hall?!?

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Now for the cuteness! A baby elephant trying to figure out this whole walking thing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InCUx_Z3AYo

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Surviving Camp Moose Creek pt. 3 – and Something Completely Different

1 Aug

Alright, here is the 3rd installment of the story I have been writing to post during this busy week.

I hope you like it.

Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

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Dear Diary,

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The morning bike ride was grueling, and my backside may never be the same, but Wilbur came through for me. The moment we arrived back at camp I took a very winding path to the bathrooms by the lake. After ensuring the three stalls were empty I opened the antihistamines and took the first dose. It was a little awkward trying to cup enough water with my hands to swallow a pill, but it did the trick. I cannot actually smell yet, but just being able to breathe without making gurgling noises is a blessing.

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I am not entirely certain, but I think the girl at the snack shack winked at me today. This makes me feel confused, and somewhat giddy. I think I will just wait and see what happens tomorrow.

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Concerning the coffee: I have given up on obtaining a sample, it is just too heavily guarded. One hypothesis is that they fear that if the camp inmates were, in general, caffeinated they would loose all semblance of control.

I am still certain the camp workers are being dosed with something. It’s the end of the sixth day and they are still maintaining a ridiculous level of excitement, which must be extremely wearing on the typical human body.

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Dear Diary,

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Today I did something completely out of character. Upon getting into line for the snack shack I observed the girl smile, and while the camper in front of her tried to decide what they wanted, she gathered up my meager lunch and set it aside. I was still fourth back, so had plenty of time to watch her movements. What I saw was astonishing. Every one of her movements was fluid, measured, no wasted energy. Just graceful efficiency. This by itself was enough to gain my attention, but then I saw the most beautiful thing…she was wearing a Dr. Who t-shirt. This required more research. So upon arriving at the ordering counter and observing with satisfaction my awaiting order, I asked for a chocolate bar as well. This made her smile and she said, “Changing things up, are we?”

I responded that it was just a whim. She smiled again and got it for me in one swift motion. While she worked the register I asked which Dr. was her favorite. Do you know what she said?! Tom Baker. None of the Whovians at my school seem to even be aware that there was a Dr. before this last renewal of the series, but she not only has a favorite, she knows the actor’s name, and has a Dr. Who t-shirt!

I must have looked as flabbergasted as I felt, because she laughed and said, “Yup. I’m a geek.”

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At my dinner run I was most disappointed to see that she was not there for the first time all week. I really hope our conversation this afternoon did not scare her off.

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Oh, yeah, my cough has gone away, and I slept really well last night.

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This afternoon the idea of sports took a positive turn when someone discovered a soccer ball at the bottom of the basketball bin. A boy with glasses and a retainer took the manual air pump to it. I asked him if he played soccer. He gave me an odd look, but said that it was the only sport he could stand. I told him that I felt similarly, and asked if he wanted to play a little one on one.

We went out onto the flag football field and kicked the ball around for what felt like just a few minutes. It surprised us when the bell for the evening campfire was rung.

We agreed to meet the following evening. Things are finally starting to not suck!

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And now for something completely different!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcOEHvWi1rY

Piano, dancing, kids, it’s like they took a bunch of my favorite things and threw them in a blender!

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Surviving Camp Moose Creek, pt. 2

31 Jul

Here’s the second installment of the story I’ve been writing:

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Dear diary,

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Today’s food was even more disappointing than the previous three days.  The baked eggs with breakfast were gray and spongy.  Lunch consisted of pigs in soggy blankets and limp carrot sticks.  Dinner was…  I’m not sure what that was.  It looked like beef stroganoff but smelled like severely overcooked Brussels sprouts.  I got a glare and an eye roll from one of the counselors when she saw me taking a photo of tonight’s dinner.  What they don’t know is that I have discovered that the main office on the campground has an unsecured wifi signal.  This discovery was made as I hid among the buildings pylons to escape having to play softball again today.  I had no sooner gotten comfortable than my phone chimed in that there was a wifi signal available.  So I spent a comfortable hour updating my blog.

I believe this will become something of an oasis for me.

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About the coffee, I had almost made it out the front door of the mess hall with approximately 4 ounces in a Styrofoam cup when one of the dangerously hyper active staffers waylaid me and said that caffeine would not be good for me.  She then proceeded to pour a tablespoon of sugar, a ¼ cup of cream in it and drink it herself.  I’m coming to the conclusion that perhaps they do not wish to be here anymore than I do.

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Dear Diary,

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Today (day 5) has gone a lot better, with a quiet hiding place I have not been subjected to playing any sports, or participating in their creativity crushing version of ‘crafts’. Why one is not allowed to make a lanyard for their identification badge instead of the mind-meltingly simple bracelet I have yet to understand.

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My cousin, Wilbur (he and I are convinced that yes, his parents do hate him), has the car for the weekend. He was a little surprised to discover through my blog that I had been dumped in the middle of nowhere without any allergy medication. He will be swinging by on his way to the lake, and we have made plans for him to hide a box of antihistamines in a hollow of a log just outside the camp entrance. This means that tomorrow morning I must go on the bike ride, but it’s a worthy cause. Adequate rest has been illusive these past several nights due to congestion, and I am developing a cough. Hopefully the second will clear up a day or two after starting on the pills. My one fear is that it may become apparent that some of my discomfort has been abated, and they will attempt to remedy the situation.

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The food has not improved. However, due to my regular purchasing schedule one of the young ladies who works in the snack shack has begun assembling my purchases the moment she sees me in line. This is somewhat surprising. I had not realized that I was ordering the same things for each meal. However, after only three days she has picked up on my pattern and has put another small measure of comfort in my otherwise torturous experience.

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That’s it for today! Let me know what you think.  🙂

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Speaking of moose:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNy9jTeolUk

They are sooo cute!

And mama would stomp you into mush in you got anywhere near them.  lol  Strictly a “Yup, they’re cute, from way over here” thing.

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Enjoy your Wednesday!

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Surviving Camp Moose Creek, Pt. 1

30 Jul

This is the first bit of the story I have been working on to entertain you while I help with crafts at Vacation Bible School at a friend’s church.

I’ve had fun writing it so far, and am now up do day seven of his camp experience.

Let me know what you think so far. 🙂

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Dear diary,

 

I have survived the first day of this thing they call “summer camp”.  I’m at a loss as to why anyone would refer to this as fun.

Below is a list of things which already irritate me about this ‘experience’.

  •     Most of the activities take place outside.  * shudder *
  •      My mother seems to have forgotten that I am allergic to pine trees
  •      The lake is heavily guarded by mosquitoes

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It may take a bit of investigation but preliminary findings suggest that the entire camp staff it is on crack or some other amphetamine.  Normal people are just not that excited about the prospect of basket weaving and braided friendship bracelets.

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Dear diary,

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Day two of summer camp has been…  Endured.  I now have a black eye from a softball, a bruised shin from a field hockey stick, and perpetually running sinuses from being around my one and only identified allergen – pine trees.

I have found no concrete evidence in the theory that the camp staff is on an amphetamine.  Although I begin to suspect that their coffee is laced with it.  I must obtain a sample for testing.

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Dear diary,

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The third day of summer camp is now behind me.  I’m seriously considering a means of escape.  I attempted to walk the parameter today, but was detoured three times by camp staffers.  It would seem that I’m not the first camper to consider this strategy.

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I hope that the food improves.  Thankfully my mother provided a generous stipend for purchasing a camp T-shirt and bike rentals.  If the camp kitchen continues with this inadequate fare I may end up spending the entirety of it on apples and bags of nuts from the snack shack.  Now that I think about it, perhaps this is their intention.

Continuing on the subject of the kitchen, I regret to have to say I have been unable to procure a sample of the coffee.  This may take more work than I’d previously thought.

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What do you think so far?

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On another note, I am now able to go without my wrist brace for small amounts of time. It still doesn’t want to do much, but typing almost seems therapeutic. Who am I to stand in the way of ‘physical therapy’?

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When did these nails get so Long?!!

When did these nails get so Long?!!

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