July 4 is camp week. I co-direct a senior high camp. I have done this for a long arse time. I started going to this camp in 1990. I have missed 2 summers. The first, after my freshman year of college, and then a couple of years ago when I was 9 months preggo. The dr. poo poo'd the idea. I didn't get it. Whatevs, y'all. Whatevs.
I met the Ben Black here.
Ps's. TX bbq is brisket. And it's life changing.
PPS's. I love a golf cart. I also won't lie that we lost a wheel on one and had a camper pee her pants. These rides are not for the faint of heart.
My 100 million dollar idea involved glow bracelets. 1. I love them. 2. High school kids love them. 3. high school kids often make poor decisions. And wear glow bracelets.
I love tie dying. I also love workout attire. Mostly I love tie dying. I want to do some sheets. Camp feeds my addiction.
I love these girls more than my life. The girl on the right has been my friend since 1995. What the what? PS. We had a lot of kids born that year. They are amazingly, hilarious, lovely, shazamy girls. PPS. Shazam is a word I decided should make a comeback in our everyday vocab. These girls also help me bring my dreams to reality in this realm.
80's day? Yes please. And yes. My legs are that big. Yes. I AM doing a high school girl pose.
Yes. This week is life changing. And needed to keep me healthy. I live for it. Breathe it. Sweat it. Hope that no scorpion stings it.
And, with 224 high school kids, I know what drama means.