This is soooooo funny.

I was watching "Will and Grace" tonight and howled through this whole first scene. Karen's reaction when Jack tells her about Frasier and Friends - absolutely hilarious. What did we do before the days of You Tube?

Kids are dumb.

Here's a little summary of my experiences this week at camp... thus far. We ain't done yet! Magnetic Megan may end up with something of a substance abuse problem if the rest of my camps continue in this fashion.

• Tuesday one of my campers drank a raw egg. We had made "egg helmets" as part of our "Science of Sport" day and upon his egg breaking, he just couldn't resist quaffing down a big gulp of raw chicken ovum. His mom's reaction upon hearing of this: "Well that doesn't sound like Matthew." I don't know... between meeting him for the first time on Monday morning and Tuesday at noon, I thought it sounded exactly like something the little twit would do and that was just around 27 hours of exposure.
  

• Yesterday the same child punched another camper in the nose and kicked him in the back. Why? Cause he was bored. He left early. He was not back today. Here's to hoping he's not there tomorrow either. Frankly, I have 12 children by myself and life is much easier without him there to create unnecessary conflict.

• Today one of my girl campers (who, by and large, possess substantially more logic than their male counterparts) drank powdered dye. What is this drinking-weird-things phenomenon? Is it the child version of pica? Here's the best part: when I looked at her mouth and saw that her tongue, teeth and cheeks were HOT PINK from the dye and inquired how they got that way, she told me "It blew up into my face." Yeah, you gotta watch that spontaneously exploding dye - it's a little-known killer. Later I discovered she had then used it to paint eye shadow on her eyes. Sigh. I guess I shouldn't judge and mock. I was, after all, the kid who cut my own bangs off so I could look like Ariel, the Little Mermaid. Turns out I didn't at all, and the hair that grew back in stuck straight out of my forehead for a good while.
  

• I also have a kid that recently (as in last week) moved back to the States from Switzerland. He intermittently speaks German and tries to engage people in discussions about God.
  

Why me?

** Update! On my last day of camp, the mother of the girl told me that the previous day, when she ate the tie dye, the girl had started to cry a little after her mom called her out on eating the dye..... she cried pink tears. HOW AWESOME IS THAT? That made the whole week worthwhile! That and one of my other girls brought me fresh picked flowers on Friday.

You're welcome.

Not all soul mates are meant for romance.

... But I believe Neal Boortz and I are kindred spirits.

I picked up his book: "Somebody's Gotta Say It" on the way here. It is fabulous. I got familiar with him while reading, "Fairtax: The Truth" so when I saw his name in big bold letters on this book, I thought to myself, "Well this can't be a waste of money."

Indeed, it was not. Anti-leftist, anti-rightist, anti-stupid, anti-lazy, anti-entitled, anti-misinformed, anti-big-government... I LOVE HIM! He cares not who is offended by the truth he speaks and has no qualms about giving his opinion on exactly how this country got as screwed up as it is.

And his piece about the "right to vote" and who shouldn't be allowed to vote: poetry.

OK, more about him later. My plane just (finally) started boarding.

*Thanks to Lisa for providing a website: www.boortz.com

** Check him out, you won't be disappointed. Well, unless you're a liberal or a conservative. In the case, YOU ESPECIALLY need to listen to what he has to say!!!!

***I'm now home from Buffalo after 9+ hours in airports and airplanes. I could have freaking driven back! Dang-blasted storms.

Waiting on a plane

Stuck at the airport, t-storms have caused delays. I feel a haiku coming on...

Sky-cap is beeping
Children screaming; Tylenol
PM: safe for all.

R.I.P. Bozo et. al.

I used to loooooove to watch Bozo the Clown especially for the Grand Prize Game. You know you watched it too! I remember sending in postcards in hopes to be the at-home player. Never got it. Sigh. But throwing ping pong balls into methodically placed buckets to win prizes leading UP TO A SCHWINN bicycle?! What more could any kid ask for. I guess that explains my inexorable love for SkeeBall. When I finish my master's, I may just reward myself with a SkeeBall machine. This week has been a big loss - George Carlin, Bozo, and today Jesse Helms. Although I much prefer the comedian and the clown to the politician. But RIP all. I hope you're playing SkeeBall in Heaven.

I'm sitting at the Detroit airport waiting on my flight to Buffalo to visit Cherie, Doug and Alyssa. I'm geeked about the fireworks tomorrow night; they are sensational. And the food in Buffalo is a close second. There might be triple Zumba's next week. We're also going to visit Belhurst, an old castle near the Fingerlakes. It looks like a gorgeous area. Lancaster, where they live, is a really chill place. I'm looking forward to a very low-paced long weekend. And did I mention the food?... WEGMANS!

Let me just say that here at the Detroit airport, there are several young strapping pilots without rings on their left hands that I think are in need of having a conversation with me, they just don't know it yet...

Whoopsy, it's almost time to board. Gotta go. Maybe my pilot will be young and strapping??? :-)))

Happy Birthday Sophie!

Today Sophie is a big fours years old! Happy birthday sweet girl!!