So, there are a ton of thoughts floating around the sea that is my mind. Bare with me.

We just got back from a week of no inhibitions. No, we weren't drunk all week, we were at camp. Have you ever noticed that I link words to their definitions a lot? I do this because I try to be very intentional about my words and I want you to read exactly what it is that I mean... my friend, Chris, calls me a "wordsmith"- flattering. I'm a staunch promoter of saying what you mean and meaning what you say. Youth camp is an interesting thing. Don't get me wrong- if I am blessed with kiddos of my own, I will send them to camp... It's just...the thing about camp is... it's treated like a pill. an unintentional Alanis Morissette reference People take it, feel better, forget they took it, and take another one the following year. and the beast comes out- I'd rather attend a camp void of any vocalized "life-changing" experiences than hear emotional attempts to gain a sense of spirituality. I do realize that I have drastically generalized people- and for that- I am sorry. I do realize and admit that camp can be a powerful venue for people to look outside of themselves and learn something new about their existence and the purpose of it. I just have a really hard time digesting empty proclamations.... I should give them a break; they are teenagers...

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After I got home, I ran to the grocery to load up for the weekend (5 extra mouths to feed)... on my 3 mile drive there, I swear I encountered every drunk driver in Atlanta. WTH?! Atlanta, Atlanta, Atlanta, you should really get over yourself. Tsk tsk. I feel like North Atlanta is one big The Hills episode... except instead of people in their 20s- it's people in their 40s who think act like they are in their 20s... apparently, re encountering materialism was rough on me as well... geesh (self-realization- camp really takes a toll on my brain... I'm typically better at harnessing my cynicism... I'm thinking from now on, when husband and I get back from camp, we should make it a point to go somewhere away from people with a bottle of wine... vacation can't come soon enough...

lack of smooth transition

Having a sinus infection has it's perks- I sneezed 15 times yesterday! How invigorating?! One must admit, the love of sneezing validates Freud... creepy. Either way, I'll enjoy every sneeze that comes my way.

lack of smooth transition (man, I am really giving in to the lazy way of writing today... apologies... if I were you, I would not have read this far- props to you)

I've been thinking about dissecting my blog... thoughts on one blog, and happenings on another... I haven't quite decided how or if I'm going to do this... but I'm pretty confident that I should.

That's all for now... I promise my next post will not be so lame.