Life is full, full of the precious moments. There are times when things are not as good, and there are times when things are phenomenal. For some reason, I always thought success consisted of having every moment be phenomenal, of always living in that red zone of WOW. But I am learning that life is not like that. I am also learning that I don't think God intended it to be that way.
The good moments help you realize the beauty of the better moments, bad defines phenomenal, and life is not a straight line healthily--no matter the level. Those divets and dips are a part of a beautiful life. :)
And! Highlights of the young adult accomplishments this very day: building a bridge across a flowing river, ending up chalking thank you's on half of the Aspen Grove pavement, team building activities, a long hike, and one more great day under our belts. :)
And I have a date this weekend! Ahhh! :)
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
What a day... and making the top ten most embarrassing moments :)
And so it begins!
Today was a long one. :)
You may wonder what constitutes an embarassing moment in the life of a girl who has at least one every day and whose life is an open book... well, I will tell you one today that made my top ten most embarrassing moments. Let's just say it takes a lot.
Let's start when I finished work... I terrified the living partrucia out of myself when I climbed up to the high ropes course for the first time... I hadn't done the rock wall before and it is not easy. Half way through, a small yellow rock climbing knob lures you in, being the only thing in reaching vicinity. But it is TINY! You reach, get stuck, reach, MISS and luckily the man belaying catches you as you begin to fall from thirty feet... Mmmm, I was shaking. All I wanted at the top was a hug from my guy friend at the top. What an experience!
So I drop my girls off... (this week I have four girls in my group... they are angels and wonderful) after climbing. Before this, we embark into the pool though it is an overcast day. In the muck and hurry and everything, guess who forgets to put sunscreen on in advance? Yep, Jen. Slopping it on IN the water, she figures that this is enough. When changing into cowboy clothes, she discovers a nasty burn on her shoulders, back, arms, some on the face... etc. I hope it doesn't blister! :) ha ha
And here it comes. I am sitting with come of my counselor gal friends when I decide that I am BUSHED and I want to hit the lodge (where we bunk) for a couple minutes. My friend had a rough day--really rough day--with her group, so I grab some money to treat her to ice cream after dinner and before the evening work. I run to hit the bathroom quick before leaving, and as I walk out of the stall--I hear water. Where is this water coming from, you may ask? I look around, surprised to find myself alone and no one washing their hands. Then I see it. Water is tenderly gushing over the edge of the brim full toilet, steadily pouring onto the floor. Shocked because I had only gone number one (sorry if this is TMI!)--I wonder what on earth happened. And it all goes downhill from there. Three of us are in the bathroom, I radio maintenace for help. Doesn't it make sense that you would send a sound wave that transmits over the whole camp in a situation like this?
The conversation goes something like follows:
Jena: "Maintenance, this is Jena; we have aslight sitaution in the girl's bathroom at Snowshoe that we could use some help with."
Someone: "Jena, if this is what we think it is, can you guys take care of it yourself?"
Jena: "....yes, I will look for a plunger."
Having this all transmitted and sent over the airwaves, I head back to the bathroom. A girl who lives here year round (Charlee) laughs and asks if they said we should take care of it. Yep, they did. Five of us in the bathroom now. Stomachs rumbling for dinner. One girl tries plunging the toilet to no avail--nothing happens. Nothing. So two leave for standby and I take over and resume her plunging efforts. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Charlee comes in and tries. Nothing. But then--something begins to happen. What you may ask? The water begins to rise, rise, RISE.... I scream to Charlee to get out of the stall and her flip-flopped feet don't move. It begins. It is gushing out of the toilet now--(who knew plunging a clogged toilet could have such an effect?) I run and grab the radio, everyone in the lobby wonders what is going on. Amid screams and the toilets consistent and faithful streaming (old faithful would be impressed)--I radio over the camp. The conversation, amid the frantic screams and the sound of water pouring, must have gone something like: "MAINTENANCE, THE TOILET WILL NOT STOP OVERFLOWING"--screams!--"WE NEED HELP!"
Maintenance: "All right, turn off the water valve."
talking, talking, talking... "HOW?" break
Screams!--Frantic yelling to others: "Turn off the water valve!"
Charlee: "I think I broke it!"
"You WHAT????" On radio: "I think we broke the water valve."
Enter more screaming, more flooding.
"Darrin is on his way."
etc-etc-etc.
So! Twenty-five minutes late to dinner over a toilet you didn't clog that the WHOLE CAMP heard... Wow. Sometimes I amaze myself. The true test of friendship comes out in toilet matters, thanks for sticking with me Natalie! (I stuck to her like glue... mmm, yep, everyone knew. Nope, I didn't clog the toilet.)
So, you may wonder how I will ever be expected to find an eternal companion or have a serious conversation again in the course of my lifetime or succeed in long term experience... and you know, I'd be wondering too :)
I also think I lost my phone.
Red, not-toilet-clogging, over radio using, forever unconquerable (mostly) Jena, signing out. Still too blessed to be stressed, but you gotta admit--what a day. This is funny. :)
Today was a long one. :)
You may wonder what constitutes an embarassing moment in the life of a girl who has at least one every day and whose life is an open book... well, I will tell you one today that made my top ten most embarrassing moments. Let's just say it takes a lot.
Let's start when I finished work... I terrified the living partrucia out of myself when I climbed up to the high ropes course for the first time... I hadn't done the rock wall before and it is not easy. Half way through, a small yellow rock climbing knob lures you in, being the only thing in reaching vicinity. But it is TINY! You reach, get stuck, reach, MISS and luckily the man belaying catches you as you begin to fall from thirty feet... Mmmm, I was shaking. All I wanted at the top was a hug from my guy friend at the top. What an experience!
So I drop my girls off... (this week I have four girls in my group... they are angels and wonderful) after climbing. Before this, we embark into the pool though it is an overcast day. In the muck and hurry and everything, guess who forgets to put sunscreen on in advance? Yep, Jen. Slopping it on IN the water, she figures that this is enough. When changing into cowboy clothes, she discovers a nasty burn on her shoulders, back, arms, some on the face... etc. I hope it doesn't blister! :) ha ha
And here it comes. I am sitting with come of my counselor gal friends when I decide that I am BUSHED and I want to hit the lodge (where we bunk) for a couple minutes. My friend had a rough day--really rough day--with her group, so I grab some money to treat her to ice cream after dinner and before the evening work. I run to hit the bathroom quick before leaving, and as I walk out of the stall--I hear water. Where is this water coming from, you may ask? I look around, surprised to find myself alone and no one washing their hands. Then I see it. Water is tenderly gushing over the edge of the brim full toilet, steadily pouring onto the floor. Shocked because I had only gone number one (sorry if this is TMI!)--I wonder what on earth happened. And it all goes downhill from there. Three of us are in the bathroom, I radio maintenace for help. Doesn't it make sense that you would send a sound wave that transmits over the whole camp in a situation like this?
The conversation goes something like follows:
Jena: "Maintenance, this is Jena; we have aslight sitaution in the girl's bathroom at Snowshoe that we could use some help with."
Someone: "Jena, if this is what we think it is, can you guys take care of it yourself?"
Jena: "....yes, I will look for a plunger."
Having this all transmitted and sent over the airwaves, I head back to the bathroom. A girl who lives here year round (Charlee) laughs and asks if they said we should take care of it. Yep, they did. Five of us in the bathroom now. Stomachs rumbling for dinner. One girl tries plunging the toilet to no avail--nothing happens. Nothing. So two leave for standby and I take over and resume her plunging efforts. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Charlee comes in and tries. Nothing. But then--something begins to happen. What you may ask? The water begins to rise, rise, RISE.... I scream to Charlee to get out of the stall and her flip-flopped feet don't move. It begins. It is gushing out of the toilet now--(who knew plunging a clogged toilet could have such an effect?) I run and grab the radio, everyone in the lobby wonders what is going on. Amid screams and the toilets consistent and faithful streaming (old faithful would be impressed)--I radio over the camp. The conversation, amid the frantic screams and the sound of water pouring, must have gone something like: "MAINTENANCE, THE TOILET WILL NOT STOP OVERFLOWING"--screams!--"WE NEED HELP!"
Maintenance: "All right, turn off the water valve."
talking, talking, talking... "HOW?" break
Screams!--Frantic yelling to others: "Turn off the water valve!"
Charlee: "I think I broke it!"
"You WHAT????" On radio: "I think we broke the water valve."
Enter more screaming, more flooding.
"Darrin is on his way."
etc-etc-etc.
So! Twenty-five minutes late to dinner over a toilet you didn't clog that the WHOLE CAMP heard... Wow. Sometimes I amaze myself. The true test of friendship comes out in toilet matters, thanks for sticking with me Natalie! (I stuck to her like glue... mmm, yep, everyone knew. Nope, I didn't clog the toilet.)
So, you may wonder how I will ever be expected to find an eternal companion or have a serious conversation again in the course of my lifetime or succeed in long term experience... and you know, I'd be wondering too :)
I also think I lost my phone.
Red, not-toilet-clogging, over radio using, forever unconquerable (mostly) Jena, signing out. Still too blessed to be stressed, but you gotta admit--what a day. This is funny. :)
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