I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'. She is all that I have left and music is her name.

You know something, I never thought my life could get any more exciting! It seems that I am still receiving stories from camp that get wilder by the minute. On the first night, all the boys decided to have a all night long food fight in the hallway their dormitory. Apples that splattered upon direct contact with cinder block walls, and balls of wadded-up pizza were the preferred weapons of the night. My husband was up most of that night trying to catch the boys in a food fight battle with no avail. Of course, none of the boys (my step-son included) got any sleep at all, so there were a bunch a sleepyheads the next day. One the sleepyheads snuck back to the dorm after lunch in attempt to hit the hay, and got away with it too, for several hours while adults were in a state of panic, looking for a missing child who wasn't lost at all.

There are several little programs that happen at this camp, all with schazzy little names like Dramavention, Moveamento and what-not. The names of all this fun stuff are printed on the backs of the t-shirts and much of the pamphlets about Teen Institute. One is called TI Live!, which is a skit that is performed by the drama kids on Saturday Morning. Apparently, there is a rapper named T.I. and since "TI Live!" was written all over everything, many kids showed up purely on the expectations getting to attend a free hip-hop concert. Nevertheless, there were some very dissappointed children when they found out that their favorite rapper was not even scheduled to make an appearance.

I'm pretty sure that I will hear more fun stuff at the luau themed dance party tonight. That is, if I can stay awake for it. I have been driving over there every evening after work to help out and to help Stephanie get ready for bed. I have been getting home every night about midnight. It has not been easy to get to sleep because I am still in this loud boisterious kid mode when I get to bed. I'm pretty pooped right now.

The kids are a having a great time though, and that's what's important, right? Right?! Oh, I sooo want to go to bed right now. I really hate this forced alertness via Diet Coke lifestyle and I have a mountain of laundry to do and another three more mountains of dirty clothes will be coming home Saturday afternoon. I'll live through this. Or at least that is what I will keep telling myself anyway.