Yea, I miss my mattress. And my boxspring.

I've been home from camp for a while now, but I've been super busy getting ready for school and student teaching. School starts tomorrow :)


One of the first things I did when I got home was go on an adventure with Bart, Lizzy, and my mom to the zoo, where there was a Dinosaurs exhibit, and a POOP exhibit.

This was basically the cutest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.


Lizzy was pretty determined to look as though she was having a terrible time in every picture...

...until we decided to look like mean dinosaurs.
And then there was the poop exhibit!

The poop exhibit wasn't nearly as exciting as I wanted it to be, but there were a lot of really funny puns everywhere, my favorite being "No Winnie, just poo."

At the zoo gift shop, I bought a really fantastic card for Eagle made of Poo Poo Paper. It's kind of a really awesome concept, and probably the best thing I've ever sent to anyone. When I mailed it, the lady working at the post office said "oh this is pretty, what is it made of?" and I decided not to tell her it was made of poop.

In the process of writing this blog, Natalie introduced me to a hilarious website called Catalog Living. It is the funniest thing I have read in a really long time. Basically, it shows ridiculous pictures from catalogs and tells the story of the people who live in those houses. Fortunately for Andrew, they spend a lot of time mocking decorative balls. "While Gary and Elaine were in the kitchen getting popcorn, the brave yellow sweater attempted its escape."

Although it seems like we just met, you're the one I won't forget

I could do that thing where I summarize summer week by week, but no one would actually want to read that. I could tell a million stories about funny things the kids said and did, along with funny things the staff said, but that may be a lot of "you had to be there" sort of moments. But since Andrew was so upset that my last post was less than satisfactory and now I feel obligated to post something about the past two months of my life, I'll say this:

It's no secret that I love camp a lot, but it became really obvious this summer just how important camp is to my life. It was by no means a perfect summer. It was stressful as always, plus temperatures in the triple digits, and at one point, for the first time in my entire camp life, I was actually a little homesick. But I got through all of that, and I am now entirely sure that this is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. This summer I took a lot of risks, and I really changed for the better. For the first time in my life, I feel ok with myself and with where my life is going. And that's what's really important.



And I've been thinking maybe somewhere down the road
After all our stories have been told
I'll sit and think of you, you
The dear friend I once knew
Shot through my life a shooting star

home home home

Lots to say about camp this summer, but I'll save it till later.


All you need to know now is that I am safely home in CFalls, and wishing I was still in Oxford.