The Zeke Bear

So I bought Prince-y a teddy bear a while back for Christmas. It's one of those awesome build a bear teddies and I clothed it in pajamas similiar to the ones that Princey always wears. It's rather cute and extremely adorable when he carries it around the house and they are clad in the same outfit.

He also forgot to bring aformentioned teddy on his DisneyLand vacation and I found it today laying on his drawing book on top of his dresser. Naughty, naughty Prince Charming. Ha, ha. Anyway, I nabbed it off the dresser and took it into my room so that I can keep the bear company while Prince Charming is galavanting around Southern California riding rides and eating loads of cotton candy.

So Ezekiel (said teddy) is in my room on one of my bags on the floor. And today for FOOF (Feet Off Of Floor) time during Day Camp, we were at Staff Housing because the place where we are normally supposed to stay is occupied and the runner up place just had the carpets cleaned and pet treated so it basically smells like a litter box. In any case, we all ended up at Staff Housing and we put the girls in my room so they could rest. I told them both that they could play with Zeke if they so desired.

The littlest one, E, picked up the teddy from said location and held him up in front of her face with both her hands. And then she said one of the best and funniest words I've ever heard in my life.

"These kind of look like Prince's pajamas."

I just about died laughing. Who knew that a 5 year old pre-K cute little amazing girl would catch the similarity between my boyfriend and his teddy bear. E seriously made my entire day. And probably my whole week.

It's pretty hard being here by myself without Prince Charming. It's just a different feeling. I'm so used to having him around all the time and seeing him everywhere that to have him gone it just feels kind of empty. But we have a great group of kids this week, and what's even more awesome is that there's only four of them. So at least this week is an easy week.

And on Wednesday we are going to Cat Tails Zoological Park. I'm seriously so excited. Princey told me that while we are there I have to take loads of pictures because it's the exact same week that he missed last year when he went on vacation. So I'll try to do the park justice and take as many pictures as I can.

I'll Think Of You Tonight

My house is seriously so empty. Usually I have no problem being all alone, but for a reason that makes me feel like the most typical girl ever, I don't want to be alone right now. Prince left this morning at 8 for Portland. Then he'll fly out of Portland to California so he can go to Disney Land on vacation with his family. He'll be gone a week.

He called me this morning before he left. He didn't want to get off the phone. I wish I could have gone with him.

When I was in school, this wouldn't have bugged me. He went to Hawaii and I didn't even shed a tear. Sure, I missed talking to him online. However, now I've been with him almost everyday since May and he's gone for a week. His parents didn't want him to take his cell phone, so now I don't get to talk to him for a whole week either.

And I don't know why it bugs me so much. I don't. I should be fine with this. He's coming back. He's not gone forever. I wonder if my mom ever missed my dad like this. You know, they've been married for 20 plus years and I've only been with Prince for 8 months. Does it get easier when they leave?

I feel like I'm majorly over-reacting. Like I've let myself get too close again and I just need to take a huge step backward along with the deepest breath of my life. I think I'll be okay.

I also don't think it would be so bad if I wasn't here by myself in my parent's house all alone. The Fam is on vacation sans myself because I have work and need money. They didn't leave me a note or a voicemail and their phones are off so I can't even tell them that the Yukon decided to get a totally flat right rear tire so that the wheel is touching the ground. And I don't know how to fix it and I feel bad just letting it sit in the garage. But what am I suppose to do?

Anyway, I'm just here doing laundry and listening to the Owl City CD that Prince made me before he left. Track 11 is my favorite. I have it on repeat.

"The silence isn't so bad until I look at my hands and feel sad because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly"

Long Week Doesn't Even Begin To Cover It

Life is what takes place when you are flying around at 100 miles an hour and your brain is nine ways from Sunday.

Last week at camp was hell week. And I mean that in the most devlish way possible.

Good thing there was no over night camp last week.

(I might have died.)

You see, we have the regulars. The kids that come back every week all summer. And then we have the floaters. The kids that maybe show up for one week or two. Possibly three if they're feeling ambitious. Sometimes you like them. Sometimes you don't.

I usually do.

Except for this week.

I love my job working with the Day Camp at Twinlow. Love it! However, I have recently found out that there are some weeks I will love more than other weeks and not everything is hunky dory-dory.

When you have five boys who are all cousins and one is five, one is seven and the rest are six, you think you can handle it. They're related. They'll be good friends. Not much work to do. WRONG. Oh so incredibly wrong. I'm talking in terms of you couldn't wronger (bad grammar because those kids have made me lose my mind, I swear).

These boys couldn't be trusted in a room by themselves. They picked on each other. They punched each other. They head butted each other in the eye. We had to seperate them during rest time so they each had their own room. That sort of made the other kids jealous because they wanted their own room too. Until I kindly informed them that having your own room meant you were in loads of trouble - then they were okay with not having their own room.

Anyway, I'm terrificly glad, enthralled even, that those mouthy boys will not be participating next week.

There were some fun moments though. Like the all out Pudding Fight that I did not want to be a part of, where dear, lovely, ever charming Princey decided to slather chocolate pudding on my middle. To make up for covering my jeans in pudding he's taking me to a movie.

Also the extra large slip'n'slide that didn't follow the curve of the hill, so when I tell you that I went off the slip'n'slide, I really went OFF THE SLIP'N'SLIDE. My body will thank me for that after my wounds heal. Ha, ha.

And last night was a big church barbeque at the city park with hot dogs, music, friends, fun and a large game of Lava Tag in Ft. Sherman Park. Followed by a serman, some useless standing around and then off to Dockside for some delectable Gooeys. Oh yes, enjoyable for sure. After that Prince and I headed off with one of his friends to play some video games.

There was some extreme disappointment on Prince Charming's end when we found out that the game we all wanted to play was left in Staff Housing and NOT in my PSP. Did I mention the extreme disappointment? Because it was the second time we had visited said friend with intent to play and had our epic plans thwarted. Anywho, the boys played and I fell alseep on Prince's lap until it was time to leave.

Oh the eventful days of life. I honestly don't think it could get much better...

Crazy Ride

Summer is a whirlwind.
It's crazy.

It twists and turns and flips you upside down.
You move and dance and wiggle around.
Curves are thrown and lessons are learned.
People are met and bridges are burned.

Bread is toasted as often as skin is roasted.
Your kayaking skills are always boasted.
Waterballoons are the weapon of choice.
And screaming is the only kind of voice.

The kids you work with never tire,
And their senses of humor are off the wire.
Jokes are told and laughs are contagious.
Summer fun is just outrageous.