Well, after some long thought, I am pleased to announce that I chose choice A. I've gone to Cataline four times before, and on my very first time I got the grand total of 81 FRIGGIN' MOSQUITO BITES IN TWO 1/2 DAYS. That's right, laugh. See, I found out on that first trip that I am extremely allergic to those nasty little critters, and have had to pay for it since, no matter how many pounds of bug lotion I've glopped on to my already swelling body. So as fun as week-long snorkeling, kayaking, archery, high/low ropes, and hiking to Avalon sounds, I am still a bit skeptical.
But anyways, here are soem photos of the awesome stuff I received for my ominous yet freakishly fun sounding camp that looms a week and a half away:
a T- Shirt!
A pamphlet on child safety... oooooooooo...
And last but not least, a big smile on your face!
Unfortunately, this also means I will not be able to post for an entire week! I love doin' this stuff! Sure, there are only five or six people (not counting my chopped liver uncle) who have seen and commented on this site, and yes, maybe I only have three followers. But you know what? Those five people and bowl of chopped liver are amazing. And thos three followers are not just followers: they're awesomers, and I'd rather live through the Yuck Olympics five hundred times a day than repress the fact that this is the coolest pastime ever, and those people are coolest viewers ever; so they'll understand.
Anyway, before I start to ramble (maybe I did get a little carried away), I just wanted to say...
I'm going to friggin' Catalina!
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ReplyDeleteDear Ayna: I remember the first time I was forced to go to Camp Ramah by Bubbie and Zayde in June of 1974. All the kids were dropped off at Adat Ariel (later the scene of the after-school atrocity known as Hebrew High School). I didn't know a soul as the kids waited for the bus to arrive to take us to camp. I met a kid named Billy Jacobs and we agreed to sit next to each other on the bus. Then I met another kid (David Brown was his name, I seem to recall) and we got to talking. When the bus finally arrived, Billy Jacobs, now on the sidelines, gave me that sheepish look which implied, "Are we still sitting next to each other on the bus?!?" Out of rachmones, I did sit next to Billy, but once at camp, we learned that I was assigned to bunk 1 and he was assigned to bunk 2. That was the end of that friendship. Then, the month-long tyranny under the Israeli counselor named Eli commenced. A kid named Matt (can't remember his last name) was in the bunk next to mine and sang, "Let's go fly a kite, out of Eli's sight, for if you stay near Eli, your butt will turn into jelly." A week later, it was Enid's wedding back in Los Angeles. Another camp counselor (or was he a talmudic teacher of some sort?) named Richard Shapiro, also invited to Enid's wedding, took me out of camp and drove me back home for the wedding. I ate a whole package of kosher cookies in Richard Shapiro's car on the drive home. At Enid's wedding, I got sick, and went home with Zayde. The next morning I still felt sick and didn't want to return to camp, but Zayde yelled, "GETCHA MUTHA-HUNCHIN' SO-AND-SO BUTT OUTTA BED!" Richard Shapiro picked me up, we returned to camp; three weeks later it was all over. Bubbie picked me up at Adat Ariel and we immediately headed for a delicious non-kosher meal at Taco Bell. Back then I would order a taco, smush it to bits, and eat the "scraps" as I called them. The rest of the summer was a blur, but I'm sure it was all good. The moral of the story is, enjoy your week at Camp Fox on Catalina, and some day you too will tell traumatic stories to your children. We love you: have fun!
ReplyDeleteHi, Anna! My name is Amanda. I am also 11 years old. We don't know each other, but my dad met your dad when he lived in California, and they are good friends now. My father sent me the link to your blog because he thought you probably wanted more people to comment on it.
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoy your vacation---it sounds very fun!!!!
If you want to see MY blog, go to:
http://askamanda99.blogspot.com/
Sorry about suddenly jumping at you like this. I know it probably feels really awkward having someone you don't even know commenting on your blog right out of the blue.
Once again, enjoy your vacation!!!!!
All the best,
~Amanda
When your dad and I went to Catalina with USY, he got sick for the entire boat ride over. We also were somehow able to rent a motor boat and cruise negligently through the waters off Catalina, just like Robert Wagner and Natalie Wood, oliver sholom. I was driving when I saw a school of flying fish and steered the boat wildly off course. Since I know you to be a fan of fine films, Catalina was also the site of the infamous Albacore (not Apple Core) club owned by the evil Noah Cross in "Chinatown." Sounds like a fun time is in store for you, so take advantage of all the fun things they offer.
ReplyDeleteCamp is loads of fun. When your dad and I went to Camp Sycamore, he went on a canoe ride and left me his Big Stick popsicle to hold, but it started to melt so I ate it, and then I got yelled at. Wonderful. Have a good time!
By the way, your cousin Zoe "Chopped Liver Jr. Part 1" says hi, as does your other cousin Camille "Chopped Liver Jr. Part 2." Your other cousins Jonah and Josh aren't here to say hi, but I'm sure they say hi from wherever they are.
No, Givaross Randy! At Camp Sycamore, I asked you to hold my popsicle while I went on the boat, but did NOT yell at you when I returned, since your explanation that it was melting made perfect sense to me!
ReplyDeleteThese postings are beginning to sound like "Airplane":
"-- The red zone has always been for loading and unloading; there has never stopping in a white zone.
-- Don't tell me which zone is for stopping and which zone is for loading.
-- Listen Betty, don't start up with your white zone s@#$% again!"