KRISTA OVERBY BEST FRIEND

You know how hard it is not to have the last Harry Potter book spoiled while working at a summer camp? Very hard. So hard in fact that we’ve had to have several announcements during camp explaining how we don’t talk about Harry Potter at camp. It’s turning into the book that shall not be named. Out of the 30 staff members here I would say about 20 of them are reading the book. I haven’t yet got a good number on the campers reading it, but I will tomorrow because I’m organizing a group photo of everyone here and their book. It’s gonna be pretty sweet. So far no one has spoiled anything. I’m about 1/4 of the way through the book. Wish me luck.

I had a crazy age moment the other day. I was speaking to a camper about music. She’s 14 and pretty music savvy for her age. I was speaking to her like I would any of my friends about music and shows she has been to. When all of a sudden age came up and another camper asked me how old I am. When I said, 32, the camper I was speaking to about music sat up straight and said, “My dad is 32!” I just about choked. Her dad is 32! Holy hell! Granted her parents had her young, but still it go me thinking. I could be most of these kid’s parent. I COULD BE THEIR PARENT! If I had kids when my parents did I would have 8 year old and a 2 year old looking up at me right now asking me to take them to Chuckie Cheese. Thank heavens that’s not the case, if not for me, for those damn kids who probably would be saving up already for future therapy sessions. Crazy thoughts. I do want to have kids one day…as I say that my eggs are laughing their asses off saying, “Krista in 3 more years you will be considered high risk and we are developing genetic issues as you write in your silly blog!” Ok, so yeah, I’m taking my good ole time and I’m sure my eggs and my mother is thinking I’ve waited too long, but I think I’ve probably made a good decision by not popping out a litter in my 20’s. I think my future kids agree with me.

One more thought before I go. This one is about underwear (and I will let you draw your own conclusions if this has anything to do with me not procreating yet or not). As most of my friends know, I like to wear big undies. Yes. Big Undies. Granny panties if you will. I like full coverage over my cheeks. Don’t get me wrong, I like to feel pretty, but my comfort always wins out over sexy. So all of my friends make fun of me, I probably get the worst of it from my little sister who always looks at me in horror when she gets a look at my giant underpants peaking out (ok, it’s more of a peak and more of a 4 inch stare). I also have some underwear that’s bigger than others. Like I have this pair of skin colored undies that are so big I can pull them out from my pants and pull them up over my breasts. Yeah. Those are really big…and stretchy. And one time I chased my friend Lu around my house with my big undies up over my chest yelling, “Big Undies!” until he screamed like a girl and passed out. Anyway, you get the picture. Big Undies, I wear them. So, I’m hear at camp and you know what I notice. There are a lot of big undie wearers here! Everywhere I look I see inches of stretchy cotton coming out of pants! Maybe I’ve finally found my people!

Or maybe I’ve finally found a place where adult woman don’t have anyone to impress, sweat a lot, run around after kids and realize that comfort is the way to go. Perhaps some of them will leave camp never to return to the bikini bottom? I doubt it, but while I’m here I feel like I’m home.

God Damn I feel good today!  I feel reborn.  I feel like I’ve been painting the toenails of Satan for the last week, but today raised up by the hand of Jebus into heaven.  You want to know why?  Cause the heat has dissipated and left us with a beauty of a day.  The sky is blue and the leaves are blowing in the cool breeze. Even the birds are happier.

All week at camp we’ve had killer heat.  The kind of heat that makes the news channels say, “if you don’t have to be outside, don’t go out.”  Gee, thanks News Channel, we are LIVING outside you inconsiderate jerks.  The kids have been miserable.  The staff has been even more miserable because at least the kids have activities to distract them.  Even then we have a lot of cryin going on.  Let me tell you, there is no better answer to the call of motherhood than having to listen to a bunch of 8 year olds cry about wanting to go home.  My eggs can wait a bit longer thank you very much.

In other news, I’m doing fine.  I miss my home and then I get even more sad when I realize I don’t have a home anymore to miss.  I am getting excited about my move to Denver, but then I get upset when I think about how I still don’t know how I’m going to move my stuff out there.  I can afford the Uhaul, but gas is mad expensive yo!   I just want to be in Denver, in a nice little apartment, with my cat (shout out to the sandwich!), and going to quiz nights with the J and Liz.  That’s all.  Some nice weather, some fun, my comfy bed.

Hmm, back to my issue of getting to Denver.  Anyone have any ideas about how I can move?  I wonder if Penske (which is waaay cheaper than Uhual) would sponsor my trip?  haha.  I could document my trip and take pictures and talk about how awesome Penske is.  PENSKE ARE YOU LISTENING! forget about advertising on Nascar, you need Krista Overby Best Friend!

Well, I better get back to work.  Tonight is the closing ceremonies for camp and tomorrow the campers leave.  We usually get Friday night and Saturday off, but this weekend we have people using the camp.  However, I’m trying to see the bright side of things and I think I’ll be lifeguarding all weekend, which means plenty of time in the sun near a pool…so I can’t complain much can I?