Sick

Fever
Aches
Chills
VERY sore throat
Bed all day
Blech.

I Love My Job

I work at a school.
At the beginning of each school year,
we have a welcome back dinner.
HOWEVER
this year our headmaster is taking
the ENTIRE FACULTY AND STAFF to see

on Broadway because "it's so much about what we do."

LOVE
MY
JOB
!

It's in His Genes

Dylan's 8th grade show was Guys and Dolls.
He played Nathan Detroit.




He was FANTASTIC!!
So proud!

Summer Yum

New favorites in our house:
Sharon's Coconut Sorbet
Not overly sweet, but sweet enough.

Great Lemon Sorbet - nice mix with the coconut.

These taste like you're biting into a slice of pineapple.
I think I may try mixing this with the coconut, maybe add a little rum....


Paul and I are enjoying these, but Dylan is not.
He opened the freezer yesterday and said,
"Who is buying the ice cream around here??! Where's the chocolate?!"

Are You Kidding Me??

So, my 33 kids are playing Capture The Flag.
As I approach the field after taking 3 kids
to the bathroom, I see one of my counselors
running around on the field with the kids.
My other counselor is sitting in a go-cart
drawing in a sketch book, by herself.


Me: "You need to go out and play
with the kids."

Her: "It's too hot."

Me: "Are you kidding me?? This is
your job, if you don't want it, just let
me know and I'll be happy to find someone
who does!"

Geez!!

They're Killing Me

This week I have 33 8 year olds
and they are going to kill me.

They don't listen.

They don't listen to a word I say.

I YELLED at them today and told them
"That's it! I'm calling your parents tonight!"

What was I thinking?
33 phone calls?
No.

They win.

Shoot me.

WHAT?

33 8 year olds like to talk at once.

"Kerry, what time is lunch?"
"Kerry, can I go to the bathroom?"
"Kerry, which workshop am I in?"
"Kerry, what's for lunch?"
"Kerry, where do we go next?"
"Kerry, why don't we have swimming lessons today?"
"Kerry, where is Michael?"
"Kerry, what time is it?"
"Kerry do you like to gamble?"

Yes - that one got my attention.

Petting Zoo

So, our camp has a new thing this year,
a petting zoo.

We have 3 cages and a rabbit hutch.
One cage holds 4 guinea pigs and
a rabbit. The rabbit used to live
with the other rabbit in the hutch,
but one day the kids were yelling,
"Look, the rabbits are giving each other
piggy back rides. Yay!! Piggy back rides."

Did I mention that our rabbits are MALE?
Yes, we seem to have gay rabbits.

Another cage holds 3 baby rabbits.
No, they are not offspring of the
gay rabbits.

The third cage holds 3 ducks and 4 chickens.
The chickens are nasty to each other.
One is missing quite a few feathers.
Well, my kids named them today.
They are:
Pecker (yup, Pecker)
Plucker (hence Pecker's missing feathers)
The Enforcer (she seems to instigate the fights)
Big Mama (she's the big black chicken no one messes with)

Tomorrow is payday.
We requested to be paid in cash so after work
we can all go to the petting zoo and
place bets on Big Mama and maybe
later, catch a show at the hutch.

Ahhh, I love camp.

Update To Last Post

I HATE SUMMER.

It was 104 degrees today
on my way HOME from work
at 4:30.

Yeah, I'm hating summer.

I'm Not Hating Summer....

I am a cold weather girl.
Love the cold.
Love sleeping with windows open in winter.
Love sweater weather.
Love scarves.

HATE THE HEAT.

I think my family is just hot blooded.
My step-mother says we are just
hot people, that our bodies actually
throw off enough heat to make her hot.

Ok, all that being said,
I am not hating summer this year.

First of all I am TAN.
VERY TAN.
Yup, the day after I went to the dermatologist
for a little look-see, I set myself out on the
deck and roasted to a very lovely dark brown.
I think the Italian/Spanish blood is really
working to my advantage this summer.

Secondly, I have decided to
NOT SPEND HOURS ON MY HAIR EACH DAY.
That is a biggie.
I used to wash, then diffuse it for literally,
over an hour each day, then worry about it
frizzing or just looking crazy as curls can do.
This summer, I shower, gel and go, using my
sunglasses as a headband. This way, if someone
pours a cup of ice cold water over my head when
I least expect it, (which happens quite often
when you work at a summer camp)
I can just run my fingers through it and go.
And since I'm all tan and stuff, it looks
like I just got back from the beach.
It works.

Third - NO MAKE-UP.
This decision works well with the tan -
wet hair look.

I used to get up at 5:30 to get ready each
morning - to guarantee a 7:30 departure.
Yes, it used to take me 2 hours to get ready
each day.
Now I don't jump in the shower until 7am.
However, I still get up at 5:30 because I'm
getting older and that's what time my mind
starts working.
Go figure.

He's The One

So each summer I have roughly
28 - 30 kids in my group.

Each summer 99% of them are great.

Each summer there is that 1 kid who,
well, that kid is THE ONE.

This year "T" is THE ONE.

He's 8.
He loves Taylor Swift.
How do I know?
He wears a Taylor Swift t-shirt every day.
He's been wearing the same Taylor
Swift t-shirt since he saw her in concert
on May 18.

He's very concerned about his hair.
How do I know?
He carries a brush and mirror around
with him all day and not little pocket sized items.
He's carrying a 5 x 7 mirror and a big round brush.
We're walking lunch, T stops to wet his hair at the
water fountain, and looks in his mirror, fixes his hair.
We're sitting on the bleachers getting ready to
go to an activity, T is there gazing in his mirror,
parting his hair, patting it down.
At dismissal, I'm walking the kids to their
buses, T asks if he can get a drink.
I'm waiting, looking out the window, thinking
we're going to be late. I glance back at T
and he has his head in the water fountain.
I know where this is going.
"T!! Let's go! Enough with the hair!!"

Oh, and apparently he has an aversion
to straight lines because he
WILL NOT stand in one - ever!
He's always milling around and when you have
28 kids to keep an eye on, a "miller" is not
a good thing.
A miller with a mirror and big round brush
looking for a water fountain is certainly
not a good thing.

Yup.
He's the one.