My BP Expert

One of my campers went on vacation to Florida. Before he left, I asked him what he was going to do on vacation. His response?

Surf in the oil

I had to laugh :)

Well, when he came back to camp I asked him if he did just that. He said that he was not down by the gulf, but on the atlantic coast so there was no oil. And then he told me this:

"If I was President, I would have gotten rid of the oil a long time ago. I mean, you make a mistake every now and then and that's ok, but not EVERYONE needs to know about it. The President couldn't prevent the oil spill because that was the gas station's fault...not his. So, if I were President in that situation, I would just pour the same amount of blue food coloring as there was oil into the ocean."

An Ordinary Day at the Bowling Alley

Every Tuesday at camp, we go bowling. I love going bowling...the kids love it and I enjoy watching them get so excited over the littlest things. Also, it is a very easy activity. Everyone is nice to each other and no one gets hurt.

Except for today.

There is this one boy...he never ceases to amaze me. His mom should get some kind of award. For what, I don't know. It's not that he is a bad kid...he is just high maintenance.

You know the "bowling ball machines"? The ones where the ball comes rolling up from after knocking down the pins? Well, this boy REALLY wanted his ball...fast. So much that he stuck his arm into the machine to fetch his ball. And while doing so, managed to get his arm stuck...while the machine was still running. I did not see this happen. In fact, I never would have known it happened if it wasn't for the ear-piercing scream that he let out.

I turned around, and there he was...stuck. Stuck and terrified. I quickly hopped up and raced over to try and set him free. I started pulling on his arm, but it wouldn't budge. By the way he was screaming, it sounded like his arm was gonna fall off any minute. As I'm pulling I am thinking about what I am going to have to tell his mother...nothing good could come to my mind. So then, I started to panic.

My boss came over and tried to pull his hand free as well. Still, it wouldn't budge. As he is trying to pull this boy's arm out of the machine the boy is yelling, "My hand feels like it is falling off; you're gonna break my arm; it hurts so bad!" Yes, by now, we have EVERYBODY'S attention.

Thankfully, the manager came over, shut the machine off, took it apart, and freed my poor little boy's hand. Praying it wasn't broken I looked down at his wrist...not even a scratch.

You could say we all learned a valuable lesson at the bowling alley today.

Some of my campers were talking today about how excited they are to see Toy Story 3...one little boy mentioned that his favorite character was 'Buzz Light-Beer' :)

Dinner Discussion

Derrick's friend: 'I can see the raindrops in the puddles on the picnic table'

Dad: 'Yeah, the rain is falling from the sky'

Mom: 'As opposed to our rain coming out of the ground?'

:)

A Peaceful Reminder for the Persevering

"I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do."

Camper: My favorite number is 28....how does it feel to be 28 years old Miss Lindsey?

Me: I don't know, probably pretty cool.

Camper: Of course you know, you're 30 right?

:)

A Little Milestone

I did it!

I baked something...

without a picture,

without my sister helping me,

I completed all the directions correctly,

and it tastes AND looks PERFECT!

You may thing, "What's the big deal?" Everyone bakes right? Especially girls??

Ha! I am a HORRIBLE cook. I always try to make something and end up failing. I'm so bad, that 'being a good cook' has been made #2 on my husband qualification list. You may think that is a little extreme, but if my family is going to eat, my husband must be able to cook.

So yes, you may laugh at my little accomplishment - my simple crumb cake, but I am thrilled :)

A Couple Reasons Why I Love Daycamp

"If you were a rainbow, you would be the color yellow like a smiley happy face."

Camper 1: "Miss Lindsey, does Dan (1st grade camper) still like you?"
Camper 2: "You guys are dating?!"
Me: "No, no, silly!"
Camper 1: "Oh good, that would be weird."
Camper 2: "Well that's good, now you guys can get married...I'll be the wedding coordinator!"

"Miss Lindsey, I wish you were my mom...you would be the coolest mom ever!"

"Miss Lindsey, if I was your age, you would be my girlfriend."

"Miss Lindsey, remember how last year I wanted to marry Troy Bolton?? Well, it's more realistic if I marry Justin Bieber...he's only 4 years older than me!"

Camper 1: "Do you like Lady Gaga?"
Camper 2: "No way!"
Camper 1: "Why not?"
Camper 2: "Cause she's weird...I've never even seen her normal face!"
Camper 1: Well, her parents are weirder...I mean, who would name their kid Lady Gaga??"

"Miss Lindsey, tomorrow is Valentine's Day; can you bring us candy?"