Camp Counselor Probz

My life consists of Chaco tan lines, wearing shorts over bathing suits, ponytails with bandannas, and screaming children. Do I care that my life is hectic? No. Why? Because I love my job. You see this summer I wanted a fun job. I wanted to job I wouldn't be sitting behind a desk all day killing myself. But I never foresaw the job as a camp counselor. I wake up at six in the morning and don't go to bed until around ten. I don't get much sleep and the pay isn't the greatest but one thing makes it worth it. My kids are my life. I was so unsure about a major in a field that was going to be working with a lot of kids, but now I am certain that kids are going to be my life. I've learned that it takes a brave soul to be the small screaming boxes of enthusiasm all day long. I know that it's hard explaining to a child why he's not playing fairly. I've realized what it's like to wipe away tears of joy and tears of sadness. I've had to play the bad cop in the good cop. I don't wear make up and my hair is always in the same ponytail. I swept through shirts like army uniforms in the desert. I've never been so uncomfortable my whole entire life. Seeing a child smile going down the water slide makes it all worth it. My parents really want me to get a better job that pays much more so that I can afford to live on my own, but here's the thing for me it doesn't matter about money anymore it matters whether a child is learning that they were saying by the grace of God. I've considered looking at other jobs next year, but I really don't think I could pass up another year at Spring Hill. I made so many amazing friends this summer. And luckily I get three more weeks with them. I can't imagine my life without them. I love my bosses. I hear so many people complaining about how awful their bosses are. Mine are crazy and fine I love getting involved with me, the other counselors, and the kids. I might be 20 years old but on Monday through Friday I am whenever the kids need me to be. On Wednesdays I'm a fairy princess, on Fridays I'm their best friend. On Monday I'm a new adventure for them. The little ones pull my hair, punch me, fight against me, but I love them more than anything in this world. Have I mentioned lately that I love my job? I've had to experience tan lines I never wanted, hair falling out left and right, acne, sweat in places I didn't know existed, but a love for God that I will never forget.

Once You Go Big, You Never Go Twig

Here's the thing. The longer I put off working out, the later I have to stay up, which means less sleep for me. The sad fact of the matter is that I know this yet I am sitting on Pinterest like it is my freaking job. Okay, another thing; I worked out already today. I drove into town just so I could walk the grand path of Franklin. I took my mace and everything! I'm pretty sure I even pulled something in my hip. Glory I sound old. Pulled something in my hip?!? Seriously!?! This is why I don't work out. I usually end up hurting myself while I workout so that I can't workout anymore. It is a vicious cycle. Anywho, so back to the whole me not working out thing. I have two different workouts I'm supposed to do tonight and then I can go to bed. I am fifty squats and three hundred abs away from a serious relationship with my pillow. Also, I am drinking this fat eliminator thingy. It's water, lemons, limes, cucumbers, and mint leaves. I feel like I'm slowly swallowing nature. Maybe I'll be a nice spry tree in the morning! Ya know, skinny people always say hat working out is so much fun and so easy. Um, yea it is when you have literally nothing weighing you down. I made a punny. Weighing you down...and it's weight. Get it? So, even though I have no motivation what so ever, I should probably get my curvy butt up and start working on my Victoria Secret 6-pack. To all you people out there who would love to workout, but have no motivation, look at it this way; time is going to pass no matter how you spend it so spend it fitting into that little black dress. Much love!

-j

Attention To Details

So...this week I have been home sick with pink eye. Freaking pink eye. Seriously? I thought pink eye was like something you got in middle school and got made fun of for and then it was over. Well, I guess karma paid me back for thinking that. Oh well. Being home with nothing to do has given me a lot free time and time to think. I've been making crafts for my dorm room. I don't ever craft. I'm not crafty. A craft, to me, used to be bead necklaces or painting my name on a piece of wood. Now a days I'm making roses out of fabric. I think I've officially lost it. Also, in my free time I have been listening to more music. I decided to pay a visit to my old friend Ke$ha and see what her new album had to offer. Has anyone noticed that 3 of her top new songs are Come On, Die Young, Crazy Kids. Does that freak anyone else out? Come on die young crazy kids. I feel as if that is not the right message to be sending out into the world. Am I the only one who notices things like this? There is definitely something wrong with that! I'm too young to die. I don't wanna die young, especially just because Ke$sha is telling me too. Anywho, I'm making today's post short and sweet. I need to go be more crafty or something. I hope you all are having a fantastic week. It is clear that I really need to get back to work and get back to spreading my weirdness to small children instead of you people on the Internet. Have a wacky Wednesday!

-j

Well I'm Back!

Sorry it has been so long. Kids can kinda keep a person busy. So let me catch you up on my life. I am now 20...it still feels like 19 though. I have even caught myself telling people I'm 19. It happens, oh well. I come home occasionally. I work all week long with Saturday off. I love my job even though some of these kids are the best birth control I have ever been around. These kids are great though. I've never loved my job so much. It blows me away the imagination they have and their curiosity is adorable. When you are a kid you don't realize what you are thinking or saying. Their emotions are heightened. They bump their knee and it is automatic tears. They see a ball and light up. Why does that have to end at a certain age. A lot of my kids think I am older than I actually am because I act so much like an uptight adult sometimes. I do that for their safety and so they obey the rules, but sometimes I listen to myself telling them what to do and I hate what I hear coming out of my mouth. "Don't do that and Stay over here." These young ones remind me of the freedom of a child, the crazy ideas, and the pure spirit we all once had. As children we lived each day without a care in the world. We had no bills, no stress; our biggest care in the world was what was for lunch and if we would be able to go over to a friends house. Now we think about paychecks and how we will be spending the rest of our lives working. I understand that as an adult we have responsibility and yes we have to care about our lives and balance our check books, but glory can we please just start getting back to the days where life didn't seem so desperate and lame. My challenge to all you aging people out there...take a moment to fly a kite or color. Let the inner child escape.