Zelda Rare IV

In the car the other day on our way back from Nashville:

Jack: Look! It's a fire engine truck thingy!

Me: Where? Where?

Jack (while pointing to a pick up truck that has a couple of ladders on it): Over there! The fire engine truck is over there!

Me: Well, it does have a ladder......

Jack: Cause it's a fire engine truck. Come on Mom!

Zelda Rare III

In the car on the way home from Ming's Garden the other day, Jack overheard my mom talking about how he got rice all over his clothes. This is the conversation that followed:

Jack: Rice makes me happy.........Chicken makes me MEAN!

Hee-Hee: Ha, ha, how sweet. He said "Rice makes me happy."

Jack: No! Rice not make you happy. Rice makes ME happy.

Hee-Hee: Oh, okay, I'm sorry. Rice makes you happy.

Jack: And somedays, chicken makes me mean!

He must have eaten a little too much chicken! There was more to the conversation, but that's all I can remember. Just made me laugh.

Ode to Camp Wiregrass

(Sorry about the picture; it's the best one I could find online.) I've been thinking lately about Camp Wiregrass. This is where I used to go to camp as a camper and then as a counselor as I got older. I would go every summer; one summer I went like 3 weeks in a row. Since I've had kids though I haven't been able to go. So, that's like three years or maybe four since I've been. Might not sound like a big deal, really it's not I suppose, but I often think about what's going on there right now and how much fun the kids are probably having.

I remember swimming in the pool together on those sweltering hot days, painting the tables and walls of the craft hut, going to canteen and getting sour straws and Dr. Pepper, shaving cream fights, going on hikes in the woods, and many, many more fun camp things. From the outside this camp wasn't one that sounded like it'd be too fun. Compared to all the other camps out there and the ones you see portrayed on movies, Camp Wiregrass seemed kinda like a dud. No horseback riding, no big lakes with giant bouncy things, no jetskis, no ropes course or zip lining. None of those modern camp things. But I don't think I would ever go to any other camp over Camp Wiregrass.

The most memorable times happened down in the little chapel in the woods. This was where we'd having worship every night and have devotionals in the morning. This is also where we had talent shows and skits and such. The chapel was basically the "soul" of the camp. Any range of emotions were shared here. This was where I got up and sang and played the guitar in front of a bunch of people and felt totally at ease. That was the great thing about this camp. By the end of the week, you felt like these people were part of your family. Really, in a sense, they are. They're all part of God's family which makes this camp the best I've ever been to, and miss it so badly. Since we live out in the country and are constantly around nature, I'm reminded of it more often. I really could go on and on about all the fun things and memories from camp, but will stop here so as not to bore you to death.

So, there is my short ode to Camp Wiregrass, my home away from home.