Have YOU ever stood up in a canoe? How about stood on the seat? Well, have you ever stood on the tip of the canoe? :o) Well I did! Yay! It was actually pretty cool. This weekend I went up to camp to work AFS (AIDS Family Services). It's the only weekend that we donate our camp to non-girl scouts and one of the only weekends that there are men up there. On one of our small breaks without campers at canoes, Heidi and Mav paddled me out to the middle of Honor Lake and I got to play! I had an audience too for a little bit. They really wanted me to fall off. I stood up in the canoe and then straddled the sides and slowly made it to the nose. When I got up there, of course I had to yell, "I'm king of the world!" I actually suprised myself with my balancing skills. I stood on one foot, faced both directions, and even hopped. I even balanced up there while Mav paddled because of the drift. The first time I was up there Mav estimated I was up for about 7 minutes. I even did a back dive off the nose. It was great. I need to play more often. Heidi even wrote about my amazing entertainment value. The place and resources of camp is what I missed the most. Not the food, not the drama, and not the no starting of cars and waiting a few hours for AAA.
Best thing I heard all summer long...
The people in life that are the biggest value are those with passion for life and that contribute to others.
I think I could make a total "thought" speach one that. For those of you that never had the experience to come up with a thought speach every two weeks, it gets a bit bland over the years. If I ever hear another speach about those sand dollars or star fish, which ever one they threw back into the water and it "made the difference to THAT individual," or how the geese fly in formation and change leaders to save engery and two part off with a hurt member... blah blah blah, I'm going to throw the speaker out of the room. If you want to move the crowd, you have to move with the times.
Now I sorta feel like I should come up with a whole conclusion to this post now that I bashed on a bunch of thought speaches. I guess all I have to say is... life is like a dirty wine glass, nasty when you weren't the one drinking the wine but it feels pretty good when you are venting to your boss that some guy came in and gave you a dirty ass wine glass as a sample and now you don't have to deal with that guy anymore. Ok, there's no real moral in there, but hey, at least you didn't have to read about a tear jerking story about "there's no I in Team."
Well just wanted to show you all a few things that I have been working on... my main project is the Orange County Wine Festival. I know, how fitting for me.
I do have to say that it is going well and I am getting a lot of positive feedback. I'm just so tired lately, but I think that has a lot to do with staying up to watch the Olympics every night. It is just so addicting, but I get a good prideful cry out of it every now and then. What happened to me? I'm not a crier!
Well this weekend my oldest sister and I went up to the mountains and played chaperones. My mom is in charge of a youth groupy thing and let them all go to camp with the two of us. It worked out really well I think. The camp itself was on the bad side. I think I'm just spoiled by a real camp, you know, where they have canoeing and archery and hiking. Every activity was inside, well not swimming. People just seemed really to themselves. But our group was great. The girls were really chill and there wasn't any drama.
I still look 15 though. It wasn't just the adults that thought I was, the girls all thought I was young as well. I know it's a blessing, but when you tell the guy, "Infinity is ready to check out." "Was there a broom in the cabin?" "No but everything is clean." "Ok, did an adult check it over?" "Mr. Stone, I am the adult." It gets a little sad. So that's that. Next weekend I am going up to work at Scherman. God help me. There is so much drama up there and summer is over. What's the point? Let me know... well actually don't, I really don't care.
You know what I HATE more than anything?
Nasal Spray!
Well two lost weekends in a row. I'm sure I will think about me doing nothing just watching the Olympics and getting choked up for the next month when I'm too busy to sit down. I'd much rather it be every other weekend than two loser weekends and then four rushed ones. Man oh man... that's my thought for the day.
The WRONG way to kill a cricket...
-notice it on a co-worker's desk
-get really startled and jump off chair
-watch said co-worker brush it off said desk
-have said co-worker yell at you to step on it
-not step on it
-watch said co-worker desperately try to step on said cricket
-join in the stepping fun
-have said cricket escape narrowly each time
-find it again 5 minutes later
-repeat process unsuccessfully
The RIGHT way to kill a cricket
-hear cricket chirping when you get home
-sneak up on said cricket and find exact location
-get spray cleaner from under kitchen sink
-spray said cleaner on said cricket until fully submerged
-put said cleaner away and grab paper towel
-watch said cricket sadly hop around carpet
-place said paper towel on said cricket and squeeze
-toss dead cricket
-clean up said cleaner where sprayed
Well I feel a little better now that I talked things out a bit. I'm emotionally drained though. I came home from work and slept. Stupid me and being insecure.
Well I sorta tried to get back to my roots a little... you all are going to laugh that I can consider this a little bit of my roots... but I went to the school behind my house and played a little basketball. Back in the day this used to clear my head. Nikki walked around the pool every night, Jenny hid in her room listening to talk radio and stories (later taking after Nikki and walking around the pool too), and I usually went outside and shot some hoops.
Man, it wasn't as clearing as it used to be in the past. I think mainly because I didn't have the same decision cracks, where I would shoot it from a certain point and it would mean one thing, or the obstacle of my mom's car. I miss that old hoop. The people that bought our house tore it down. The thing was massive. My dad put it regulation height of 10 feet and when I was in Jr High, just think how big it must have looked. He even filled the thing with concrete. I used to climb the pole like I used to climb the trees and get onto the roof, which I might add were ripped down too.
Damn Draeger and all her symbolism. Does our mind and our body really let or not let us make a shot? There were those little numbers on the court for the kids to sit on for PE and of course I tried a shot from the 15. I missed... short, and then the ball just bounced further and further away from me. I know symbolism is all in how you look at it... but really, isn't that the whole point of symbolism? Well I took a shot at another number... don't worry, I can most likely assign a number to all of my readers. Now this number, I hit the rim, barely missing and it bounced right back to me. Was it a way of saying take another shot? Well I didn't... I didn't want to know...
Ever have that feeling that something just isn't right? I'm sure most of us feel that every now and then, but I don't know... it's just different. I have this bad pit in my stomach and I've just been so grumpy the past few days and I think I know exactly what it is...
I think I need to pull away.
How is it that you can't truely describe something, maybe out of embarrassment or by not being able to fully understand it yourself? I really don't know where I'm going with this. I think I need to get back to my roots, but then I sit and wonder where those roots are. I'm just feeling a bit lost at the moment, like I'm caught up in too much and I don't want to talk about it to anyone, because I seriously don't know who to turn to. Usually I can think of someone either not involved or someone that I know will understand, but instead I dodge the subject and feel a little sick.
Well Friday night, the long awaited road trip finally happened. Megan, Heidi and I just drove and found a place to throw sleeping bags down and sleep under the stars. It was a good trip. We drank some 6ers and played cards. All in all it was a pretty chill night.
I am going to die though. But on the lighter side, work will save money on a flower arrangement for my funeral because Heidi's going to die too. See, we can share it, being a non-profit and all. I got two mosquito bites on the side of my head. I think Heidi only got one... most likely because at dawn she was cold and went to sleep in the truck.
I haven't gotten the symptoms yet, but they say it takes 3-14 days. Let's see... I don't have any last requests... just bury or spread my ashes somewhere pretty... I don't want a plot by Walmart.