Organized chaos

Welp, it’s been forever since I updated. Whoops.

This month summer has been pure crazyness. With a 40 hour a week job, a book club, a bible study, a reemerging interest in running, a long to-do list of crafting apartment décor, an unwatched season of Friday Night Lights on DVD, and a week long vacation to a little slice of heaven, this month has been the best kind of busy. 

I’m writing this post from the back porch of my grandparent's house in itty-bitty Hayesville, NC. The river is ten yards away and it’s storming somethin’ terrible. Everything about this place is absolutely perfect and it's a small wonder I haven't packed my bags and asked my Nana and Papa to let me live here permanently. 

I’m sure your waiting with bated breath to hear about my last couple of weeks at camp. As I mentioned in a previous post, I was pretty much dreading the task of coaching the week long volleyball camp. I'm happy to report that it went really, really well. All seventeen middle school girls were incredibly well behaved and genuinely interested in learning to play, which made my job a heckuva lot easier. I can’t say that I turned them into superstars, but by Friday I was grateful for the opportunity to coach them and I was actually disappointed that the week was ending.

By week six I was reunited with my crazy little Red Group. Dancing has been all the rage lately and I can finally say, thanks to all my co-workers, eight year old friends, and you-tube tutorials, that I can do the Jerk, the Cat Daddy, the Stanky Leg, and the Dougie without completely embarrassing myself. Our field trip was to the movie theater and we watched Zookeeper. The kids spent an insane amount of money at the snack bar and my sneaky co-worker smuggled in some Chick-fil-a from the nearby foodcourt for us bigguns. (#Oreomilkshakeblisssss.) I can’t say the movie was good, but I can say that I was being paid to watch a movie that was already paid for, and that’s never a bad thing. Unless the movie is Semi-Pro...Love you, Will Ferrell, but that moive was just plain awful. 

As a sidenote, I won Counselor of the Week! Which proves that dreams really do come true.

I finally finished rereading Gone with the Wind and I somehow enjoyed my second reading more than the first. I have yet to read a novel that is a more perfect mixture of history, imagery, and human nature. Next on the docket: The Help. Following that, a rereading of the entire Harry Potter series. 

Git-r-done.

Stay tuned for a sappy, Eric Church-esque post about my love for southwestern North Carolina. 

PS. Has anyone else tried to conquer a Diet Coke addiction? I've been going through withdrawals like nobody's business. Any suggestions?