My second home...

It has been a very sad few days for me, it is finally sinking in that I will not be going to my second home this summer, my second home being Camp Hermosa. This will be the first time in 13 straight summers that I have not spent a minimum of 1 week at this place, I have cried many a tear over this...if any of you are laughing...I'm coming after you, I might be small but I am fiesty...I can take you! But seeing as only hermosa people really read my blog anyways...how sad is that? tangent...I apologize...I am asking all my hermosa folks to please write down in my comments their favourite hermosa moments so that I can laugh about something...here is a list of my top favourite hermosa moments (camper, leader, staffer)

-you whore, you stole my sleeping bag
-writing songs about my feet
-man I feel like a woman
-ish
-swimming in the campfire pit
-bloody toe lists
-sponge bob is where?
-lacoon broke the car
-it wasn't the nanny, it was the granny
-why jaya's pajamas are wet
-bunkfood juffet

Okay, I am taking all the good ones, now it is your turn, cheer me up, make my day brighter, make me laugh.

It has to stop

Okay, I have been trying desperatly to come to grips with the terrorist attacks on London, I have been trying to come up with some sort of logical explanation of what I am feeling. So far, I have had no luck in this area, but I felt that I needed to write something down anyways.
To say that I am angry, that would be a gross understatement. I am livid, beyond myself, yet at the same time saddened and deeply distressed. 9/11 was horrible, Madrid was devastating, and now London...what is next. I feel like we are just getting back to a state of normal life and then something happens that puts everyone into a state of terror. I can honestly say that I am scared, scared of what this world has become...where people just strap bombs to whatever they feel like and blow up innocent people...there were children on those trains...but I suppose that does not matter in todays world. It needs to stop, someone needs to put an end to all this terror and destruction...how many more innocent people have to die before it ends? Plus, most of you know that I am not a big fan of the Americans, (most of my family is American, that is why I can be so open about my dislikes) but I hate the fact that they are using what happened in London to focus on themselves...the moment that the bombings become public knowledge, the Americans were on higher alert...worry about someone other than yourself. The only comfort I have been able to get out of this whole ordeal is to remember that God is faithful. God will protect us, that no matter what happens today, tomorrow or the next day, God will still be there, holding us and comforting us. I just hope that one day, everyone will know that kind of love and comfort.
Wow, this was a pretty bitter post.