Tuesday, February 18, 2014

I smell smoke!

So here's the thing:
I grew up terribly afraid of spending the night places.  My mama was 100% supportive of this and if I was asked to spend the night at a friends, she would just simply tell the parents that I could come for awhile, but we were going out of town the next day so I couldn't spend the night.  It was GENIUS!  Rarely did we EVER actually go out of town, by the way.... and if we did it was about 1 hour away to a Target and a TJ Maxx!  (Not that either one of those are a bad thing... Love me some Target and TJ Maxx)  ANYWAYS, so let me take you back to 8th grade.....
  1. Still afraid to spend the night anyplace (seriously!)
  2. I had about 2 friends and was taller than all of the boys in my class.
  3. We had to go on a mandatory sleep over to a camp as a class.  (SOOOO NOT OK!)
This just completely set me up for disaster ~ there is no other way to put it.  But there I was, on the bus, on my way to the camp in the middle of nowhere!  Pardon me while I go and take some Robitussin - flashbacks!
I can PROUDLY say that I successfully spent the 1st night (there may or may not have been some Benadryl involved, but that is SO NOT THE POINT!) The next day we got dropped off in the woods in groups of 3 with a map and a compass (again, with the Robitussin) - I mean seriously people!  I remember it was raining, muddy, slippery and Praise the LORD I had group members that knew what they were doing or I would still be out there sucking my thumb and befriending squirrels.  By that evening I was a bit of a hot mess and ready to be done!  Not. Even. Kidding.  So there I sit in my cabin.  Me and my 2 friends.  Rehashing the days hideousness, when lo and behold we start to smell cigarette smoke!!!  (Cue the horror on my face!  Girlfriend has allergies and slight asthma AND is not a rule breaker... I was a freak of nature people!!!)... we sent down a brave little warrior from our group to go and inspect and sure enough some of the girls had smuggled in cigarettes in their bras and were smoking and it was coming up thru the heat vents.

Now, let's just remember that I was in 8th grade.  A nerd.  Uncomfortable in my pimpled skin AND ready to go home.... so I went to the first adult I laid eyes on and spilled the beans ~ Big TIME!  Don't be a hater y'all...... my glands were swollen, my nose was congested and I was SO OVER IT!  Enough said.
One of the chaperone's gave me a ride home ~ Hasta La Vista campground.... Kiss My GRITS! 
Fast forward to that next Monday.  Homeroom.  Word on the street was that the gang of Marlboro gals from downstairs at camp were going to kick. my. booty.  Let's just say I ran like I was being mugged from class to class for the following week and a half!  Legs flailing, backpack swinging.... I was a sight!  But hey, they NEVER caught me! Sorry ladies!

p.s. I still run like I did in the 8th grade.
p.s.s. I still don't know how to use a compass.


  1. favorite part? the sucking thumb and befriending squirrels line....lol!!! so fun to have you blogging again!

  2. Haha that sounds awful! When I was in 6th grade I had 0 friends at my new school so my mom signed me up to go to a weekend retreat with a church youth group at a church I didnt attend. It was horrible. I stayed in a room by myself and only hung out with one person, one of the leaders who must have just felt bad for my poor gawky self.

    Ugh. Things I wont make my kids do...

  3. haha glad they didn't catch you! so glad to see you back blogging every now and then!!


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