On Our Way To Crazy

Remember our crazy neighbor, the guy who grows corn in his front yard? Along with, we learned a while back, all kinds of assorted vegetables all around his house? We found out last week that one of our other neighbors is fed up with living in the middle of a farm and decided to do something about it. So they offered to pay corn-growing guy whatever amount of money he saves by growing his own food in exchange for him not making crop circles on the corner.

Corn-growing guy? Declined.

We leave for camp in fifteen days and I am seriously stressing out. I think God protects me from myself by making me forget how much freaking work goes into this business. I am really excited, though – we are going to a new place and taking a ton of new kids and I think it’s going to be great. I hope so, anyway. It’s been a rough year and we need something good and group-building to come our way.

I have recently developed an obsession with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I eat them all the time. I think it might be the stress. It’s hard to be stressed when you’re eating PB&J.

I had an imaginary friend when I was a kid. His name was Michael Jackson. I am unclear on whether or not my imaginary friend was ACTUALLY Michael Jackson or if that was just his name, but we spent a lot of time together.

It’s so weird to me that he has passed away. I was a huge fan in the 80’s. It’s such a weird dichotomy – how are we supposed to feel? Do you just celebrate the good and ignore the bad? That’s what I’m going with. He was an icon. He was a tragic figure. By the end he was a caricature of himself. But he gave us the moonwalk and Thriller and Rockin’ Robin. And for that I am grateful.

I’ve found myself with a new kind of youth dilemma these past few weeks – the graduates. Not what to do with them, exactly… we have a slowly developing college program and most of them are doing well wherever they are. But what is our relationship supposed to look like now? I can’t be the every day support I used to be. I have a new group and a whole different dynamic to manage now. But I don’t want to just disappear from their lives, either. The transition has been tougher than I expected and has created some definitely unnecessary drama. Ugh.

I have finally fully committed to the summer dress-wearing plan I have been trying so hard to implement over the past few years. The oppressive thousand-degree weather we’ve been having combined with some great sales has provided me all the motivation I need. Goodbye, jeans.

I want a boat. And a lake house. And a screened-in porch. And one of those floats that’s mesh in the middle so you can just kind of sit in the water. And then happiness will be mine.