Scrabble Victory Is Mine

Finally, after many failed attempts, I beat Brian at Scrabble. Note my score of 306, considered "good" player status, which I was first to obtain (I do have to concede his score of 301 also reached good player status shortly after mine). Though some may argue that a missing letter "l", left in Parkersburg, may have given me the winning advantage and could have changed the outcome of the game, game play was agreed upon without the letter and a victory for me must certainly be acknowledged.

Church Camp Lexicon and Out of Control Mothers

A favorite activity of church camp for Jess and I included implementing a word for the day inspired by the events that occurred. I bring you some of our favorite church camp lexicon:

Ply-defined as a strand layer of material, such as yarn, rope, plastic, wood, or paper. Two-ply toilet paper has two separable layers, each about as thick as single-ply, affording greater comfort and convenience without a commensurate increase in the risk of clogging the toilet. Apparently there is a commercial regarding this that I have missed. This lexical knowledge was brought about as campers were required to as a team blow a ply of toilet paper in the air for as long as possible. Jess and I were in charge of this cerebral game until my attention was slowly stolen by a five year old boy with a touch of hyperactivity.
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Lingerieish- This word was invented by Jess and I to describe a shirt in the following incident:
Camper 1-“It really stinks we have to wear a shirt over our bikini tops.”
Camper 2-“Yes, it is so unfair. I missed where it said in the camp brochure in big, bold letters that we were supposed to wear one pieces.”
Camper 1 (to Jess and I)-“Do you think this shirt would be ok to wear over my swimsuit (holds up a small white tank top)?”
Jess (very slowly and with as much tact as possible)-“I don’t think so…it looks a little…mmm… lingerieish.

The moms and grandma came to visit camp and were pretty hard core at rocking out to a band playing in the rec hall. They fought off the campers for autographs and myspace addresses. Their behavior resulted in Carol pretty much passing out.

Silver Strike!

At 485 High Street
Good times to be had galore

A remarkable treasure, it lures me in

I love it at The Back Door

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Right under Casa Di Amici

Pizza at convenience to be had
A visit with Casa employees Erk and Dirk
Will always make you glad
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My favorite bartender, Randy
Creates original drinks on request
His special purple drink in a pretty glass
First left me quite impressed

(Sadly it was recently learned that Randy went back to work at the Boston Beanery and no longer works at the Back Door. He will be greatly missed.)

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You can play darts if you want to
Go for Wednesday night karaoke if you like
But the thing that fills my heart with joy
Is playing Silver Strike
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This very enjoyable bowling game
Proclaims the tip “straighter is greater”
It never fails to make my night
No one could be a hater
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A thrill, you get to make your mark
When you roll a strike or spare
Spelling out my initials LAM
With nothing this can compare
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And so I recommend to you
Or really I implore
The experience of playing Silver Strike
And fun times at the Back Door

Alcohol Is Number One!!! Deterring Kids From Drinking One Pamphlet At A Time

I was fortunate to locate this treasure of literature passed out in Harrison County Schools. Upon first glance, it might appear that this pamphlet is actually promoting alchohol usage as in large letters it proclaims, "Alcohol is Number One". I also love the bottle with the large number one on it to reinforce this concept. However, the adverse effects of alcohol are delineated with the very small message: "killer of teens". Although I am no expert in pamphlets to deter kids from alcohol usage, I am thinking some alterations might increase this particular pamphlets effectiveness.

Address Labels, Oxymoron, and Harassment

Kayla in great delight at receiving address labels from the Paralyzed Veterans of America remarked, "I should give them 10 dollars a month." At which Jess, with great aghast and clearly lack of empathy for paralyzed veterans remarked, "You don't need to donate that much."

Sandy lounged on the game Bibleopoly creating quite an oxymoronic photo opportunity. We threw in Kayla's mug, replete with sentimental value, that Sandy had this week broken to add to the ironic nature of the picture.

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Stacy, Jess, Kayla, and I went to dinner at Cafe of India. After dinner, my first time in ditching the cousins for a boy was commemorated with much (probably deserved) harassment including a message etched into the dirt on my car window. Sadly, I erased this message before taking a picture.

Hanging Out With My Pal

Visiting with Carter provided a plethora of opportunities for mowing, playing with bubbles, and a playground experience providing learning in diversity. One of Big C's favorite activities is looking over the fence to extensively pine over the basketball hoop in the neighbor's yard as well their dog.

Visit Home

While home, Aunt Carol, always excelling at cookery, made us an excellent meal. Grandma's butterscotch pie was also more than notable and should have been photographed.

Even Grandma made fun of my new High School Musical hoodie that I bought at Wal-Mart on clearance as the mall was freezing and I could not make myself endure the coldness. I later proudly wore the attire while visiting Kelly, knowing it would support her case for my need to be on What Not To Wear.

We went to lunch with Matt at When Pigs Fly. It was a very fun experience culminating with Stacy leaving the waitress her most likely best tip of the day, a Ring Pop. On the way home, it was Matt's lucky day, as he was able to view some outstanding Cumberland booty walking as we drove by.