Monday: Session 2, Week 2

So this is the post that I started Monday and definitely just got around to completing now (it's Wednesday after work). Sad. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy! :o)

I found that today had several things that needed to be commented upon, so I'll go Jim-style on this one and give you the hits of the day:


Pre-Camp Mayhem (Or the Kick of the Morning) :

• Started out with an intense game of Rat-Stew vs. Miss Sherrie and Miss Kyle, which quickly became UNO once the campers joined us (Mondays = no slaps = no fun for counselors)
• After an everlasting round of UNO, I decided to venture out of the shelter, and found myself headed in the direction of Counselors Kimberly and Ashton, who had started an exhausting game of tag (no "flushing" of the arm to get back in for this one - their version most definitely required the crawl-between-the-legs-save.) Saw one camper nail another in the crotch with his head while attempting to save him from his terrible fate of out-ness. Had Ashton crawl between my legs in an attempt to . . . well, actually I don't think the game was going at that point . . .
• After a few rounds of counselors-are-it tag with the campers, Kimberly and Ashton decided to call an end to tag for the morning. Ashton and I decided 'twas time to grace the kickball field with our shining presences. We definitely arrived just in time for the round of Counselors-up-to-bat.
• While there were many stupendeous kicks made by the counselors, one stands high above the rest as the Kick of the Morning. . . Heather Richie is up to bat . . . Brandon pitches . . . It's a nice pitch, rolling straight to Heather . . . She kicks - straight at Brandon!! He jumps in attempt to let the ball fly under him, but NO!! Brandon definitely gets nailed in the crotch!!!
• When asked about the halarity of the situation and why all the counselors were rolling on the ground (Brandon in pain and all others in uncontrollable laughter), they are informed that the ball nailed him in the stomach . . . So, Brandon, at your expense, we have our Kick of the Morning. We thank you for your sacrifice.
• Following a wonderful serenade from Jim about his corn and the corn's purple tie (trust me - it'll definitely be a classic fifteen years down the road . . .), Jim and I had a deep discussion on the merits and drawbacks to Puppy Chow. More later on Puppy Chow.

First Period - All-Camp Pow-Wow (Or the Promiscuous Cats) :

• Aaron and I hadn't played the Dice Game with our Mondays yet, and to honor the theme day (Down on the Farm!!), we decided to play the Animal Dice Game. Sooooo . . . They rolled the dice, and based on the total of the pair, the whole group (our tribe plus Brandon's, the Pawnee) had to act like that animal (complete with animal noises).
• All was going well in animal-land; 3-Cow!-"mooooooooo" . . . 7-Duck!-"quack, quack" . . . 10-Sheep!-"Baaaaaa, baaaaaaa" . . . and then there was 6-Cat!-"Meow, meow" . . . Or so one would think.
• The second time the number for Cat was rolled, all of the campers are crawling around on all fours on the grass, dutifully "meow-ing" . . . All except for one. This camper turns to me and says, "My family breeds cats!" then procedes to turn to the camper closest to himself, and mounts the poor boy. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's correct. I had mounting cat campers for pow-wow today. Needless to say, Brandon, Aaron, and I were slightly disturbed . . .

Second & Third Periods - All-Camp Swim (Or Peek-a-Boo) :

• Thanks to the wonderful heat today, we had All-Camp Swim for two hours! Cherokee was one of the first tribes dismissed, so Aaron and I were able to get the kids down to the pool and ready quickly. (Unfortunately the same couldn't be said of getting them dressed after swimtime, owing to the fact that the lifeguards dismissed all of the campers at once . . .)
• The water was beautiful!! Absolutely perfect day for swimming!! Enough said there.
• Today I seemed to have at least one camper permanently glued to my hip. Or knee. Or back. Or wherever they decided to hang on me. At one point, one of my Cherokee girls (who had spent the past 15 minutes or so sitting on my left knee - which was uber-comfortable, let me tell you . . .) decided she wanted to take over my left hip instead.
• Sooooo, I shifted her over to the side, and she decided to kinda jump up to sit on my hip. She definitely over-shot her target and from about her belly-button up was at my shoulder level. Upon scooting herself down my side she definitely took part of my swimsuit with her. Peek-a-Boo time for Kelly. Thankfully, all was covered by camper, so with some hasty adjustments (both of swimsuit and camper), all was set to rights.
• Left early to get changed for the theme lunch - most definitely an excellent idea. Amidst French-braiding Melissa R., Kyle, and Teresa's hair, the announcement came over the loudspeakers for all - that's right, ALL - of the campers to exit the water and get dressed for the afternoon. Mass chaos insued.

Lunchtime (or Heat Exhaustion) :

• Went all out today for the Theme Lunch of Down on the Farm (which I chose to interpret as Down on the Farm/Ranch . . . So mebbe my farm's in Texas? . . .) and wore my self-destroyed jeans, fake-ostrich-leather belt, brown-striped western shirt, bandana hanging out of the back pocket, my Mom's leather Cowboy boots from when she was in college, and a Cowboy hat. With my hair in braids, I must say I made a pretty darn decent cowgirl . . . and unfortunately, one that was absolutely roasting.
• Walking down to the camp shelter from the beachhouse there was definitely a bit of a breeze (which kept me alive), but once under the shelter for lunch, no such luck. Of course the only day when we all wear jeans is the day when there is no breeze to be found!! (On the plus side, no breeze = hardly any spills!!)
• Costume contest time!! Turns out all the counselors who were brave enough (or dumb enough - myself included) to wear jeans won for the day. Hooray for Three Musketeers bars!!

Fourth Period - Tribal Treat (Or the Period When Nothing Really Happened At All) :

• Yup. Not too much to tell. Storyteller. Loads better than the guy from first session, except that all his stories (which were interactive; got to give him props there) were really really repetitive. Started to give me a bit of a headache. Luckily for me, crafts = break!

Fifth Period - Crafts (Or Girl-Talk Time) :

• Sherrie and I (while not in the same pods for the day, luckily managed to secure the same break time) stole the Algonquin blanket and, while we had big plans for naptime, definitely spent the whole period deep in good girl-talk discussions about many different things. Puppy chow was included. I got many things sorted out and felt even better than if I had napped (course, I ended up taking a two hour nap once I got home, so there you go.)

Sixth Period - All-Camp Movie (or Naptime) :

• Got my much-needed nap of the day, despite the fact that Lilo and Stitch is one of my all-time favorite Disney movies ever. :o) Counselors were loud. Kids were loud. Kelly can sleep through anything. Hoo-ray.

Post-Camp Mayhem (Or Spelling Lessons) :

• Nothing too exciting at the checkout shelter. Worked on some hemp bracelets or keychains (yeah, I know - who'd a thunk it?).
• Carley's spelling abilities were put to the test. I learned that you spell Shell, Shell with an H . . . ;o)

Busy day. Long day. Very interesting day. It was definitely a Monday.