Hey na, hey na, the Girl is back!
Right from the get go, I was shaking my head and wondering just what she's thinking. I go to pick her up at the correct time, and she's not there. No bags, no Girl. I see a friend of hers in the car in front of us, so I know it's her group and her busses. But no her. Then a car comes up honking behind me, and she's in it, waving madly. Why? You got me. But she decided that this mom would follow us home rather than to transfer all the stuff. OK, I'm copasetic.
We drive up our hill and she gets out of their car and she's wearing pajama pants. Remember the girl with 8 zillion pairs of pants? She's gone and put on PJs. Okaaaaay. She lugs her
Honestly, she is so weird. She takes of her PJ pants, leaving them on the kitchen floor, of course, and under them she has sweats. Under the sweats she has long underwear. She's boiling hot. It's almost 70 degrees here in Boston. A tad bit overdressed, wouldn't you say?
Once she's peeled off several layers and cooled down, she starts talking and 7 hours later, she went to bed. She had a fabulous time. She loved it. LOVED it. First, our friendly math teacher left on Tuesday because she didn't think her kids (all in high school or older) could take care of her dog. Very interesting, eh? This made the girl's trip all the better. The kids she bunked with turned out to be great, even though she was a bit hesitant about them. They used Ellen's conversation card deck to get to know each other and that worked very well, she reported.
The best part of the trip was the ropes course. She's always wanted to go on ricketey old bridges way up in the air, and she got her wish. She was one of just a few kids that did the highest course, which was way up there. There is a photo of her below on the course. She also loved ice fishing (what Jewish kid likes ice fishing?), orienteering, rock climbing and hiking. She thought snowshoeing was 'weird'.
One of her friends is a riot. He's just the sweetest kid, but totally and completely klutzy. She told story after story of him falling here, there and everywhere. They did a skit at the end, and his tumbles were the highlight of the skit. She was there with 'the runaway' and he had a good time, too. Her girlfriends were not all there, but one friend in particular was, and this experience made them even closer.
All in all, she had a great time. She came home happy and beaming, and as sweet as sugar. Unfortunately, the Boy loused her mood up with his own foul mood, because once again he had not made plans far enough in advance and wanted to go to a party tonight that we couldn't find. I tried twice, once with totally incorrect directions and address, the second time with nebulous directions and an address that we couldn't find.
New England homeowners, TURN YOUR OUTSIDE LIGHTS ON. It's pitch black out, you can't see a damn house number worth shit, he got the street name wrong, then the second time we almost got run off the road by a semi truck barrelling down the road about 3 feet out of my back hatch. I don't drive at night evah, and I really did try, but it's way too dangerous and I get so keyed up that I only tried twice, and said no more. He was pissed and sulked and then spent the evening revving up his sister.
Back to normal. Ugh.
More pictures will eventually end up on flickr when I can get them to upload. I already spent 2 hours trying and nothing would upload today. Stumble It! JBlog Me