Drop it Drop it Low Girl

(This post is supposed to go in between Merca and 24 hour break posts) Well today is Wednesday.  I am in Chattanooga.  Yup, not at camp because I get a total of 30 hours off.  I got the grand privilege of riding the bus with the campers and Jared to the Birmingham airport.  Of which I was a little skeptical about.  It turned out to be a terrific time on the bus at least.  Poor Jared did not realize that bringing his ipod dock = jam session to Justin Beiber, Selena Gomez, and of course a dance session to Jai Ho one last time.  One of the campers tried to order a cheeseburger at 7:30 am of which I thought was hilarious.  She was craving a cheeseburger and why wouldn't McDonald's have burgers at that time, they are open 24 hours, at least the drive through.  The same camper proceeded to write about unicorns in the airport.  Jared also gave me some of the best advice of the summer.  Next time that I run into a snake, which is very possible I am supposed to start poking it with a stick.  If the snake gets frisky he will go after the stick and not me, thank goodness.  I look forward to trying out this foolproof plan next time I attempt a backpacking trip with a very LONG stick.  Anyway, that is not what this post is about.  Just wanted let you be in the know because it has been a while since the last blog.

So, the last Sunday rolls around.  We love Sundays at camp.  We also love the new campout that camp has created.  Instead of going to Little River Canyon (where Brian and I faced nature together), we now stay at camp.  The age group heads to the old campfire quad, and we roast hotdogs.  Well, this Sunday the kitchen did not pack enough hotdogs for everyone to have one.  So, Kelly (C-Otter) and Katherine (KCox) and I stress that they CANNOT drop their hotdog because there were not enough for redos.  So we get all the campers eating their hotdog or their PBJ and to our luck there are 4 hotdogs left.  Meaning that each of us got one and that we could split the 4th.  Happiness.

Then, one of the campers came up asking for another one because she is on a GF diet (gluten free), so all she can eat are the hotdogs.  The way she framed it made it sound that she was asking for two.  Good feeling was gone really quick.  I had to keep reminding myself camper over self, camper over self.  Finally we got it cleared up because I handed her the stick with two dogs on it, and she told me she just wanted one more.  So good feeling came back because we each had one.

KCox meanwhile has been busy roasting her hotdog.  It probably looked a lot like this.

The dog is on the stick nice and tight.  No way that thing is falling off.  Well Kelly and I head over to roast ours.  They are roasting and looking so nice.  Sweating like hotdogs do over the fire.  Well, my stick ends decide to burn off and drop into the fire.  What else dropped on in the fire as well?  Yup, my dog. After we had stressed DO NOT DROP your hotdog.  I dropped mine.  Utter failure and humiliation.  

So KCox, C-Otter, and I all at 2/3 of a hotdog each.  They were sweet and shared theirs' with me.  We head over to eat on the golf cart to find that the lighter fluid had been leaking all over the floor of it.  At this point, we have coined the term, "Drop it, Drop it Low Girl" (technically some rapper did actually).  We clean up the lighter fluid and then C-Otter drops all of the peanut butter off the top of her brownie.  Drop it, drop it low girl.  

Then, we head to unpack everything.  I am dumping one of the coolers out, and I hear a scream.  Kelly is dying laughing as is KCox.  KCox had thought she fully put the igloo on its shelf, but it decided to slip off and it hit her.  I do believe that she now has a bruise on her shoulder.  Drop it, drop it low girl.  

I think that was the end of all the dropping.  Then I headed to take a shower, and discovered that I had a tick on my hiney.  I screamed and Katherine (Saucy) and Kelsie (C-Horse) came to help me figure out whether it was a tick or not.  They said it wasn't, I think they were so overwhelmed and shocked at the time that their brains couldn't process what they were seeing.  So I ran to Amy (she is now an official RN!), and she helped me remove it.  We definitely shared a special moment. 

Oh, my little cousin Natalie won her horse show class.  Precious and so proud of her.  Look at that form.

She also now has a little entourage.  

Oh, Kelsie did a wonderful job with the horse show.  We were so proud of her hard work.  I will say earlier that she dropped everything that she had worked so hard on alphabetizing.  Drop it, drop it low girl.