God Camp Yonder Summer:
i leave on Saturday for training week

best write me (packages are appreciated. and if i get one i have to sing):
RT 1 Box 471
High View, WV 26808

     or

email me here-  http://www.campsandycove.org/emailcamper.html 

(quick and easy). (these emails are given out like the mail- everyday. these just comes faster.)
(letters are still cooler).
(I may check my actual email too, just not every day).

i will have my phone but i only get service at the top of a hill, on my left knee, two paces right of the tree, with my head cocked 24 degrees to the right.

have an awesome summer kids.  be good.  i'll talk to y'all later.  love you.

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Oh the Sandy Cove bunch is the truest and the best

They keep things going and they never take a rest

And they have one yell

And they yell it all together

And it goes like this

     Sandy Cove forever!

    Some Camp!

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If I don't get more mail when I go back to camp I am going to bust someone's chicken.  You best watch your back or send me some mail.  Picture is this way:  not getting mail is like being the kid that doesn't get any presents on Christmas.  Getting mail is probaly more exciting that Christmas- I think it is the relief of knowing you have friends.  So be cool like Holly.

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Father, you are beautiful.  Your love is Amazing, with a capital A.  I pray that you continue to shed your love upon me.  Fill my cup until it overflows.  Help me be a city on a hill.    Help me to show more of you and less of me.  Teach me to rely on you and follow your perfect will.  I want to follow your every step.  I want to glorify you everyday.  Renew my spirits daily Father.  I love you.  Thank you.  Now that is all I can say.

I am officially the rock-paper-scissors master.  I found my true calling.  Yes I delayed the presentation of the decades projects with an intense game of rock-paper-scissors.  Excellent.

Did you know that in 1983 (or so I think)  G Dubs (the first one) ordered a butt load of broccoli to the white house.  He doesn't even like broccoli.

We talked about drugs in SAT math.  I learned quite a bit- the straight edge sucka that I am.

  “Creepy Boy” (we’ll leave it at that) was at one of the grad parties I went to on Friday.

Anywho, today was pretty solid:

I got prescription sunglasses.  I can see the light now.

I got three bathing suits.  Quite a bit more expensive then my eight-dollar bikini last week though- too bad I can’t wear it a camp.

I got my permit.  Surprisingly apathetic about it.

I almost had a heart attack.  Pulling out of the DMV I realized I didn’t have my social security card, so Ilene (who happened to be at the DMV too) and I went on a massive search for it.  We even had our own personal detective!  My mom found it under the Rite Aid bag in the car.  Rats, foiled again.

The four cds I ordered came today.  Less than a week…wowza!  Thank you christianbooks.com.

My summer goals for today:  learn to play guitar and surf.  (That’s pretty good for me.  Two non-ludicrous summer goals.  You know the world has officially gone crazy).

"God is not partail to princes, nor does he regard the rich more than the poor, for they are all the work of his hands."  Job 34: 19

mer.  yet again.

Finally. 

I am beautifully content.

An enternal instant.

Four. 

Four forever.

Get it?  Go get it.

I tore it down.

No more wall.

There are no stupid questions.

Well...almost.

I love it when I am in your arms.

I can never leave.

Oh God, how I love you.

You wrap me up and allow me to escape

Into a beautiful strongtower.

You know me better.

When I am surrounded

Your love makes me sing.

Misery loves company,

But I will never leave you,

And I trust you to do the same. 

Know that.

Even if you cannot hear my voice.

Why do you sing Halleluiah

If it means nothing to ya?

It’s beautiful

So why do you pretend?

No need for a facade anymore.

Take a risk.

Take yourself for a ride.

Dirt between my toes

I paint my toenails;

Not my fingernails.

I ride bikes,

And fall over.

Catch my disease

If you please.

And thats the way I like it.

"Unless you're Jesus, sandals for men should be outlawed, but flip-flops are okay."  -Mark Warren

"I'll pray for you, even though you did call me nutty last night."  -Betty Gibbons (93 year old chicka talking to her 93 year old friend)

"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die." -Mel Brooks

"Laugh and be fat." -John Taylor

So this wonderful weekend in short:

Bride ande Prejudice

SATs weren’t as bad as suspected

I got out of learning how to use the riding lawn mower this weekend compliments of the SATs.  Big bonus.

I discovered why America is fat at Cold Stone.  “Twice the ice cream for only 30 cents more.

My Mom brought home two gigantic bags of peanut and plain dark chocolate M&Ms.  Thank you Star Wars; you have made my life better.

Sunday was perfume shopping with my sister for my Dad, for my Mom.  We spent an hour and a half smelling perfumes.  I amused myself by sucking coffee beans up my nose.

My sister “accidentally” stole the shot glass full of coffee beans in her purse.

I love Shakespeare.  I have suddenly been struck by the realization of how cool and funny he is...not to mention a creative genius that no one can emulate.  Brilliant.  If only he didn't have the most disgusting hair ever.

Veggie Lasagna for dinner.  Excellent.  What a bloody brilliant day it tis.

Tip of the week:  use q-tips

postscript:  frusteration cannot describe what I am feeling right now.  dissapointed is maybe a little closer, but still not close.

"may your unfailing love be my comfort." psalm 119:76