The next statement more or less encompasses my summer: I now sport not only a trendy farmer's tan and a stylish sock tan, but the even hipper watch tan from my summer job. I also may have realized today that I am so used to looking like-well- I suppose the generous term for it would be "au natural"*. I realized that while the kids at the day camp I run may not care, adults may appreciate me putting a little bit more care into my daily appearance when NOT organizing hikes, identifying insects, and playing capture-the-flag.
*for me, this means "keepin' it real"-- i.e. stylin' the frizz, going makeup-less, and using my new daily scent of bug spray + sweat + suntan lotion.
The last book I finished was You Had Me At Woof by Julie Klam. I must say, this book rekindled my love for animals, especially the two adorable dogs that share my home and on many occasions, my lap. I forgot this part of my personality- I was indeed the child who cried (on home video) when my dad caught a pesky groundhog and Animal Control took it away. Yes, it was quite a scene: "But Daddy, [insert sniffle] the groundhog never did anything to you!" And on several occasions, I may have had a near-breakdown when my puppies wanted to come on a run with me and I had to leave them behind (since you can definitely get a decent jog in with two unruly pups on leashes in hand). Anyways, I feel like I have been reclaiming this part of my life, and it is a nice thing.
Today at my "other" job, I realized that so often what I babble on about in conversation is directly proportional to my life at that moment. If asked, I could prattle on about every single kid at day camp, their annoying little habits and their endearing quirks, the potential I see in them, the mishaps and many bandaids and ice packs handed out, and of course, the funny quotes. My favorite one today would have to be two that tie for first: After I blew my nose (silly allergies), one of my kids said: "Miss Abby, you sound like an elephant." Thank you; it is a good day when I am compared to an elephant.
The second quote was ironically funny- coming from a child who has a, erm, tendency of sorts to spend long amounts of time in the bathroom at camp every day, to the point that I had begun to wonder what non-bathroom-related mischief he may be up to with all that time. Well, today, he casually commented that the toliet paper was like sandpaper. I am glad he was able to come to that conclusion during all that time in the commode.
Finally, to conclude this rambly rambly post, I again was reminded today that one of my love languages is humor. In an odd way, it means a lot to me when someone feels like they know me well enough to tease me (lovingly, of course), or to joke around. I like that people know I can handle it, and I just enjoy it. That being said, no mean pranks, please. Refrain from the sporks and eggs.
