Today in my teenage angst, I was sorry. Sorry for not keeping my very few followers updated on the unending fun I have been having this summer. I may hate my job (in only one or two senses) but I have spent my summer well.
Specifically I would like to note that a little over a week ago, I became a wake-boarder. I was out at camp, discovering that water is fun (who knew?) and promised a pre-teen boy that if he tried wake-boarding, I would too. This was a poor decision for someone who grew up in a field and though naturally buoyant, isn't that strong of a swimmer. I made it up on the third try and was amazed at the feeling. After about 30 seconds of life in the wake I became confused that I hadn't fallen yet and consequently fell. The falling was almost more fun. I was wicked sore the next day and even more sore the day after that. I told my dad he could expect to see me in the next water x-games. He told me that wasn't likely.
Nothing like smashing your daughter's dreams.
Here's a couple other highlights from the summer.