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Sweet PEa

I just figured out that there is an online gallery for every week this summer at camp and it’s updated just about everyday. We could play a Where’s Sweet Pea game and try to spot me in some of them… or not. Here are the two official cabin pictures for the two weeks I’ve been working, and then an extra bonus piece of awesome.

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Can you spot the bit of awesome? I was dressed up as Captain Kirk (yes, that’s my Kirk costume) and doing a cabin call about pirates. It doesn’t get much better than that. Don’t ask me when the last time I showered was… the answer is: too long.

Ohhh… Camp

I’m halfway through another week, just after the overnight on the beach with the kiddos. My camera might die soon so I thought I’d share some pictures just in case it does.

dscn0930Cage Fighter grilling hot dogs in a hot dog costume. It needed to happen, right? Right.
dscn0925This week’s girls doing a group exercise. Things blew up, there were tears and tantrums but in the end they finished.
dscn0922Squid was being so patient with them.
dscn0920Tortilla face strikes again! Thanks to taco Tuesday…
dscn0918Crow got them to play a game when they finished climbing the climbing tower early.
dscn0915And here’s a picture of the cabin, more or less. My area is around the corner and in the deep dark woods. It’s way too dark to take a picture so you’ll just have to imagine the glory that is a counselor’s room.
dscn0913And here are the baby birds! They’re in a nest right outside the window at eye-level and oh so tiny. The boys have figured out that they exist (and that the tree isn’t poisonous like we said it was… oops) and now they’ve started to harass them. Nice.
dscn0901This week is duos week at camp! In arts and crafts the girls traced me and then made the super alter-ego for Sweet Pea. How great is that!? I have some wicked yellow teeth, green chicken pox/freckles and some zany tights.

Now, I realize that some of this might sound mighty boring, but this is what I’m going to call camp cool. Ya dig? Good. You should. Now, other things that happened this week:

I dressed up as Captain Kirk (which means I put on a shiny gold shirt) and then got rugby tackled in my costume during a skit.

I caught my finger on fire… and didn’t notice.

A cricket bit me.

I wore a marker moustache all day.

I played “The Klingon fairy of Good Choices” during chapel (Kirk and Spock were a pair of campers I was trying to influence to make good choices… oh man… welcome to my summer).

Tune in next week for more goings-on.

The First Week

I found this little poem by Dallas Clayton that seems more than a little in keeping with the theme of this summer.

SOCIAL

Sure, making friends is different now
than it was at camp
but it still holds true
if you can’t be bothered
to get out of the corner
and ask those folks
if you can play with them
no one is ever going to give you a cool nickname
like “Lightnin” or “Magic.”

It’s the end of week one and I’m exhausted.  I started the week with 10 sweet girls between the ages of 8-9 and ended with 9 kiddos (after a bout of “missing homeness”… yes, that’s what we’re calling it these days). It’s been tough, they got here at 2 on Sunday and they just left at 10 today and we’ve been going going going in between.

Roughly, the schedule is this:
7 am. WAKIE WAKIE!
7:45 meet at the flag pole, sing some songs, wake up
8  go in to eat eat eat!
8:50 clean cabins
9:15 chapel
9:45-12 hiking/archery/river swim/horses/climbing tower/drama (chose two)
NOON LUNCH!
1-2 quiet horizontal time
2-3 pool
3-5:20 games, or two of the previous activities
5:30 Flag
5:45 dinner!
6:30 ….. alright, well, it gets fuzzy from here. There’s a couple hours of activities involving games, running, challenges, then an hour or so of campfire and then embers which is where we reflect on the day and then bedtime by 9:30.
The girlies are usually snoring instantly. I’ve been reading a Dr. Seuss story about yawning or something every night (back by popular demand) and it puts them out like lights every time. I don’t know what counselors did without Seuss.
On Tuesday all of the pioneer campers and counselors went camping out on the beach. That means that we run them as hard as possible during the day, then take them down to the beach and let them root around in the sand for a few hours, feed them s’mores and then pack them into their sleeping bags. There are a couple of kids crying about bugs, a few are cold, they all need to pee constantly and then there’s the sand. However, they all fall asleep eventually and so do we. Fast forward to 2:30 am. Rain. Yes, rain. It started to pour so we had to wake all 45 of the kids up, load them up with all of the stuff they packed in earlier and march them up a rather steep hill and over about ¼ of a mile to the cabins.  I had one camper collapse on the hill in a tantrum, crying crying crying. Keep in mind that I’m exhausted and sick, trying to keep track of 10 kids and keep them moving. Oi. That was a very very long day.
Favorite quote of the week:
“My brother is all natural, so I could just compost him too!” while we were talking about the compost pile during our environmental activity.

News has invented a new day called “moustache Wednesday”…

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Heck YES those are some sweet ‘staches. Later that night I sang a song in a giant, adult sized onsie. Complete with ‘stache.
dscn0886And here’s the cabin with Ruba (she works in aquatics and sleeps in the cabin with us) right before the dance. She decided that getting them dressed in funny costumes would destract and deflect from boy talk (yes, some of them talk about boys) and it worked pretty well. I’m developing a bag of tricks and this will definitely have to be one of them.

Summer, Officially.

dscf0102What was I doing at camp nine years ago? This. Yikes.

Oh man I’m about to start camp tomorrow! Whew, that snuck up on me! You know what that means… right? It means things are going to be a little slow on here and on my side of the things in general for the next ten weeks or so. I won’t have internets or a phone for 98% of the week.

How do you get a hold of me, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya!

Be my pen pal! You can write with your pretty little hands. I would be so happy if I got something in the mail. It’s going to be a long summer and anything ya’ll want to share would be lovely! Even if we’ve never met! You can send things to:

YMCA Camp Collins
(my name here)/Sweet Pea
3001 SE Oxbow Parkway
Gresham OR 97080

And you can still give me a ringy-ding, I just won’t get it the day you send it. I have some time off here and there during the week, so I’ll return phone calls and texts then. That goes for e-mail too! I have off from noon Saturday to noon Sunday so I’ll definitely be available then if you want to chillax or call me or anything in between.

And yes, you’ve guessed it, my camp name is going to be Sweet Pea for the next ten or so weeks. Nice, huh?

Cheers,

Sweet Pea