Yup...

I'm alive. Less than a month to go out here, then I am off to Calgary. Crazy!

Ummm, summer is going well. I've been in two weddings so far this summer and I'll be in another in a couple of weeks.

I get a real time off tomorrow. That's exciting.

It's family camp this week. The food is good.

Last Sunday most of our staff (including myself) were sick. I puked for the first time in 10 years. On Jen's wedding day. Every time I puke, I will think of Jen and Colin. Anyways, we only had 5 Senior Cabin Leaders on registration night for Junior 3. It was ridiculous. At least I'd imagine it was ridiculous. I wasn't actually working because I was sick.

Being the assistant director has been challenging in a good way. I really miss being right in there with the kids, but learning how to be a leader has been good for me. Really.

Okay guys, gotta get back down. Catch ya later, people!

Woulda Coulda

I really want to blog about my scab, but I also want to show you a picture of it. I keep forgetting to bring my camera up to the office, though. Since it's been three weeks since I got the scab, I'm just going to tell you a bit about it before the scab turns into a boring scar and isn't too interesting anymore.

The only real cool part is that the scab covers the greater part of the front side of the bottom of my leg. And it was shaped like Africa until I picked at it. Now it looks a bit like Thailand. Africa was more exciting, but I'll take what I can get.