"I really like Maggie, but then Sarena sat on me and now they're both mad and I need you to tell me what to do" or Why There Have Been 6 Blank Days

An impromptu camp trip claimed this past week's blogging opportunities so I could teach junior high girls that God even cares that you don't like Ross the way he likes you. There was little sleep, a high (so very high) overdosage on Daniel Powter, James Blunt, and the High School Musical Soundtrack, and I am now sporting a coat of silver chrome nail polish which makes me want to pursue some long lost aspirations to walk the moon some day. I came across two discoveries. 1. My independence quota is generally measured and fulfilled in direct relation to the amount of time spent with junior high kids. 2. There is no reason that one woman should own 98 of those giant 64 oz. plastic mugs. "Because I'm a youth minister and a motivational speaker" is not reason enough.