M.U.M. (My Unflappable Mother) Quote

"God still likes us to pray, even if we feel like we're talking to the ceiling."

Words

"It'll turn out alright in the end. If it's not alright, it's not the end!"

Mood Swings

Nevermind all that, I now have something to say.

For the next nine or so weeks, this blog will be converted into my camp log. I will *hopefully* be able to record something about each week of camp on Saturdays.

 Clog. No? C-log. Cam-Plog. Plog. Hmmm.

Camp Log…

Ok, clog. (Kid falls and breaks tooth, I get to think to myself, ‘Oh, I’m totally going to clog about this on Saturday’… yep, sticking with clog).

Some thoughts:

1) [This thought brought to you by my drive home earlier this evening] – This summer has the makings of an interesting story… there’s me, the fault-ridden protagonist, attempting to do several things that each have a 50% chance (at the very least) of failure... and who knows how it’s going to end?

·         We interrupt this list to bring you the things that Meredith would define as “failure” for this summer.

o   Looking foolish/hopelessly inexperienced at the staff training or Varsity camps

o    Not achieving a maintainable level of peace with a certain other staff member

o   Remaining indifferent and inauthentic in respects to the whole “relationship with God” thing.

·         We now return to your regularly scheduled list o’ thoughts.

2) [This thought brought to you by my unflappable mother] – “Meredith, you’re not important enough to ruin anyone’s life.”

3) [This thought brought to you by the here and now] – Yeah, mom, except for maybe… MINE. Which is what this whole crazy ordeal has been about all along.

TO BE CLOGTINUED…

:)

AND DONE.

Livin' life on pause...

Getting rained on at State Track Meet  (I'm a hybrid - half has been, half proud mom)

Frequenting the local library (Gregor the Overlander series surprisingly good)

Avoiding exercise

Trying not to think about camp

To Do List

1. Put on groutfit

2. Eat Nutella with a spoon

3. Troll around OUAT fansites... if the writers pull some crappy "When Emma crashed the car in episode one she went into a coma and this whole thing has been a dream," there WILL be blood.

Got so excited about this that I had to tell no one.

Just re-found my favorite microblog (if that's what it's called) site!

News: it's called - iwastesomuchtime.com

I really should have known.

Really.

Man, I need to go to the library... read some books or sommat.

GETTING RID OF SHIT

has been my primary agenda item for the past four days.

Today, the XC shrine came down. During high school, I saved every little scrap of everything that had anything to do with XC - ribbons, pictures, notes, posters, stolen race flags, dried roses, receipts, hotel card keys, medals, napkins, a package of swedish fish - everything. And I tacked it up on the wall beside my bed. All of it. Yes, even the receipts. Once, we went to this place in Arizona called Tia Rosa and I got chicken enchildadas with red sauce and I paid $9.75 plus tax and a tip.

And today, I threw the majority of it in a large black trash bag.

Ahhhhhh.

And now I'm facebook stalking people from high school and thinking, "Why is my life not as good as yours?" and kind of hating myself for it.

Looks like I have lots more shit to get rid of.

Preposition ending FTW!!!

I need to get rid of more shit.

Me thinkest I needeth to getteth rid of moreth shit.

WHY I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT?

This shit is going DOOOOWNNNN!

I like our mess.

I came home.

My mom got new plates - fiesta ware - I've never been so excited about plates. They're all so COLORFUL and they don't match eachother but they match my family and our kitchen and general lifestyle...

We're getting attacked by woodpeckers. My parents attached this fake owl thing to the side of the house to scare them away. A few strong gusts of wind, and the little guy gets flipped upsidedown. No one has bothered to flip him back over...

My dad and I fixed the deck. Well, we ripped up a couple boards and replaced them - just temporary fixes, to keep the whole thing from sagging beneath us. Dad and daughter, repairing the deck, blaring the Mamma Mia! soundtrack all over the neighborhood.

I'm cleaning my room - trying to get rid of everything that I don't need... including some memories.

Two movies thus far - Anonymous and Midnight in Paris.

Church. I have missed that church.

Company coming tomorrow - more cleaning. Grocery shopping. Extra-easy lasagna recipe off the interwebs...

Now listening to Israel 'IZ' Kamakawiwo'ole in the living room with my parents. Stephen and Madison working on math homework in the kitchen.

It's good to be home.