Well....camps over : ( now i have to get back to real world!! I'm applying for a couple of jobs tomorrow, fun and exciting stuff that is!! I will finish up my classes tomorrow too!! Hooray!! Then i'll really have nothing to do....i cleaned a lot of my house tonight, and man did it need it...but it makes me feel better about life when its clean and i don't have things scattered everywhere!! I can also finish my books....i've started getting my creativity back and have many ideas on projects to do (and i need to paint maria a tree....i didn't forget : ) I'm going to get my hair done on Tuesday morning....thank goodness because it is in need of some attention!! I think my manicure and pedicure may have to wait a little while....my alternator and battery in my car went out so i had to shell out money to get that fixed today!! So beauty will have to wait : ) So obviously i don't have much to say, but since i haven't written in so long i thought i'd say hi and who knows maybe i'll starting blogging more regularly???? but i will end by telling you a camp story....

Its free time, a time where kids can go to whatever activity they please. A time where counselors can spend 30 minutes away from their family groups to regain their sanity even though they are helping with the chaos that free time brings. This counselor was at fishing on Thursday, helping kids untangle fishing line when there came a fishing line diaster. There in a flash i ran to assess the situation. The little boy had somehow managed to get about 20 ft of fishing line tangled around most of his body. So the mighty counselor that i am bends done to starting fishing him out of the wire. Upon bending down there comes an odor, one that is familiar yet highly disgusting. One might had thought the kids just came from the horse pins where he stepped in a large amount of shit!! The fisherman made his way over to helping with the untangling process and finally we were done. "I think i need to wash my hands, they smell gross from that catfish" says this fisherman. Which i then in turn replied "I believe it is the little boy". The fisherman check and sure enough it is coming from the little boys pants and we have counselor number 3 take the stinky boy to the cottage!! The camp director later fills us in on the rest of the story! The smell was so bad in the office that the entire office staff left because they couldn't handle it. The camp director then somehow manages to close himself in the bathroom with the little stinky boy to help him clean up. He founds the golden softball size token that had probably been in the little boys pants for about 2 hours. Stinky boy cleans himself up with the paper towels while camp director cleans the little boys pants. No one told the little boy not to put the paper towels in the toilet...which is another story all together!!