There's No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

An economic principal that I often try to ignore- there's no such thing as a free lunch. No matter what it is, there is opportunity cost involved. Last night's adventure in "free food" was not what it seemed. All was fine, I was enjoying reading a little C.S. Lewis when two college aged gentlemen showed up to the parking lot. They explained that they had been to ten or twelve of these opening events for Chick-fil-a. I immediately felt the need to leave in order to associate myself with someone else. They explained that for the events 100 people are let into the event. Then those 100 people must spend the next 24 hours in the Chick-fil-a parking lot. After the 24 hours those 100 people receive the free chick-fil-a prize. No thank you. I did not hesitate in packing up and heading home for a lovely night of sleep in my bed.

My name is Samantha Lewis and the opportunity cost was higher than the reward was worth.

The Quest for Free Chick-fil-a

Oxford is opening a new Chick-fil-a tomorrow morning and the first 100 customers get free Chick-fil-a for a year. So here I am, 12:30 a.m. on a Wednesday morning, hanging out in the Chick-fil-a parking lot. Is it worth it? Sure. Unless I don't actually get free Chick-fil-a. It turns out that if there are more than 100 people here tomorrow morning then it turns into a raffle. Which means there is truly no value to me being here right now, I could show up at 5:30 a.m. and have the same chances of winning Chick-fil-a. But then, you've got to ask yourself... why not? So I'm going with why not right now. I'm enjoying a nice evening breeze, some good music from my iTunes, the glory of free Internet from the coffee shop next door and the company of some strangers who I believe are just as creeped out by me as I am by them. Seriously, might as well. Plus, I didn't really have anything else going on anyway. I mean, sure, I could be sleeping in my bed right now, but where's the adventure in that? I have a feeling that it's going to be a really great story to share when I talk about the time that I camped out for free chick-fil-a and then didn't get it.
I don't see a power outlet anywhere near by, so I figure I have about an hour and a half to enjoy the Internet and then I will dive into the world of C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. Not a bad night if you ask me. I'm glad I made the decision to go to camp in order to get a pillow and chair. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be good and hungry for some Chick-fil-a by the time 6:00 a.m. rolls around. I'm already a little hungry.
Also, I have a potential work study job for a group that has their own parking lot on campus that I would be able to park in... fo' free. Fingers crossed my friends, this would be a good deal.

That's about it for now.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am sitting in the Chick-fil-a parking lot.

This one's for the blogosphere

The August 25th orientation date is quickly approaching. After much waiting and anticipation it is almost time. I think Mr. Joe is ready for the move too. He hasn't said so outright but I can just tell. I am registered for classes, I'm geared up to go, I don't have a place to live but that seems like a minor detail. I'm planning on leaving the 24th and as excited as I am (and I am!) I am also a little bit sad for what I'm leaving behind.
-Camp- where there are so many friends and things to do. The lake, fishing, canoeing, zip line, the athletic field and the stars that seem to fill it at night, Russell, Kelli, Vesper hill, disc golf, silence
-The Blind Pig- where everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came, where I can see our troubles are all the same, the porch, the law firm's Internet, the deliciousness, Thursdays, Monday-Wednesday and Friday too.
-OU- hoho, the youth, Sunday night meals, complaining about prayer breakfast, community, listening to J or Claire preach, finding a church home
-J's house-J, Dana, Tyler, poker, West Wing, Arrested Development, Studio 60, education, big mac ceiling fans, the pool, "my door", PS3, great times

I am ready for the next step and I'm ready for the next episode, but there are many, many things that I'm going to miss. Mostly the people.

My name is Samantha Lewis and there are less than 2 weeks before the next episode.

About that time

So I suppose it's a little past time for an update. I feel like I've been incredibly busy lately. Camp is going well. We only have 10 days left, before we know it it'll be time for the banquet. Today at Luau I added a couple of events, including a relay where you put on a shirt and hat and then swim across the pool to your teammate who then must put on the t-shirt and hat, etc. It was hilarious. I'm not sure that it rivals the mini camp "barrel roll relay", but it was pretty good never the less. I tried to get Mr. Joe to come to the pool today. I put his life jacket on him and he pranced around in it a little bit but once we got within sight of the pool he literally turned around and RAN back to the Ad Building. I called him and whistled at him, but nothing. He did not care. I'm pretty sure that he is done being thrown in the pool. I will have to try again tomorrow.

Tonight was cookout which was a lovely deviation from what the dining hall has been cooking up. Monday dinner was mediocre, Tuesday lunch was grilled cheese, dinner was spaghetti, this morning for breakfast was doughnuts, and then lunch today... oh lunch today. I walked in and said "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" It was sloppy joes. I kid you not. So tonight's Italian Chicken was a magical experience. Also, for the first time that I've seen at a cookout, somebody made fried Italian chicken. He used gram crackers and Italian dressing for the crust. It was delicious. Also, somebody made apple cobbler. Yum.

Other than Mr. Joe being ridiculous and a play by play of this week's meals, I don't have a lot to share. I am filthy from cookout and am heading to take a shower. Oh, as a side note, I've been re watching Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and it is rocking my socks off. Aaron Sorkin is THE MAN. "You know what, rook? When you start making a contribution to the show, you can talk to me anyway you want. But you had two lines tonight and you stepped on one of them. So until you either accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior or make somebody laugh, why don't you talk to somebody else."

My name is Samantha Lewis and I'm going to go watch Episode 3 of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

Don't blink, you might miss it

So, some how, some way, it is Wednesday of Week 4 of camp. I can hardly believe it. It's been a really good summer so far. Staff training went well and then just like that it was week 4. Sr. High Mission camp is here this week which is a blessing indeed. Having another person on program staff makes everything so much better. I've got a better system of doing things this year, which is also helpful. Also, I've been trying to keep my attitude in check. Don't get me wrong, it's not always the attitude I should have, but it's definitely better. Haha, turns out the way I act influences those around me and that in return I am influenced by the way those around me act. Go figure. I am getting a little anxious for the fall, but not because I'm ready to be done with camp. I'm loving camp.

There's not really a lot left to talk about. Lots of camp stories but there's almost too many of those to pick just one to share. I will say that adding "Camp Lake Stephens Trivia Time" to store time has been pretty great and that the "anti-store" is fantastic. Which reminds me- it's an anti-store week! Last time we did anti-store we went through 4 cans of whipped cream in about 45 minutes so, we'll be prepared for it this week. Also, perhaps two tubs of sherbet are in order? Also, the sleeper item from anti-store was potion. Potion sold like CRAZY. Also- potion with a "wand" (pop-ice)- brilliant.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am going to get back to work now.

525, 600

A year come and gone.  It seems like just a month or so ago I was getting ready to go work at Camp Lake Stephens for the summer with high expectations and ABSOLUTELY no idea what to expect.  But here I am, a year later- getting ready to start staff training again on Tuesday.  It's crazy how quickly a year goes by.  I'm starting to get pretty excited about the summer.  I think it's going to be a good one.  I know a lot more what I'm doing and what's going on.  Being at camp this past year has given me a pretty good perspective.  

Mr. Joe will be here all summer this summer, so I suppose I'll have to find something else to bring a little mid-summer added joy.  Maybe that mid-summer joy will be finding a house...?  That would be great.  And turns out that I've got a little furniture to go inside said house, which is more that I expected.  Couch- check; recliner- check; queen size bed- maybe check; dining room table- check.  I mean, that's a heck of a start.  Not sure that I'm ready to graduate to a "big kid bed."  Haha, at 24 years old I have never owned a bed bigger than a twin... awesome.

An aside, I believe that there are many things we take for granted or do not appreciate enough.  For me, I take for granted the wonder that is iTunes.  I mean, what did we do before this?  Sure, we had CDs but that involved a CD player and blah blah blah.  Right here on my computer I can have every bit of music I own.  Phenomenal.

There's plenty to be done this week.  I started moving out of cabin 24 and into the Ad. Building but got about as far as my sheets and called it good.  Now I'm on a bit of a time constraint- it needs to be done TOMORROW.  I know that many people procrastinate, but I am sometimes able to take it to the next level.  "It's not that I'm lazy Bob, it's that I just don't care."  That's not entirely true for me though- it actually is that I'm lazy.

Well, there's plenty more to say but I think I'll be a big kid and go to bed at a reasonable hour so as not to be worthless tomorrow (plus the Internet is in and out and it's about to drive me nuts).

My name is Samantha Lewis and it's been a year already.

Sleep Cycles

So, I don't know when it happened but at some point this year I took a detour from the camp schedule and started staying up until ridiculous hours.  The thing is, getting back on camp schedule is going to be difficult.  It's also important to note that my new sleep schedule has not been to stay up to ridiculous hours and then sleep late.  I'm talking about staying up until sometime between 2 and 4 a.m. and then waking up the next morning between 6 and 8 a.m.  What the heck is wrong here?  I mean, surely I will be doing this for study purposes next year but there is really no point in doing it now.  I used to do it in undergrad because I liked to hang out with people as long as they were awake and then do my alone studying after everyone was asleep.  Now though, I'm doing nothing productive.  I have been on facebook, talked on AIM (which I had completely forgotten existed until recently), read a couple of blogs that interest me, read the New York Times online, watched YouTube videos.  Seriously, I'm not sure that this is something I should be staying awake for.  And yet times when I've tried to adapt back to a normal schedule I've been unsuccessful.  I tried to do so last night.  I put in a movie and laid in bed.  At 10:00 I turned the movie off and snuggled into bed.  I laid there, and laid there, and laid there.  Nothing.  No sleep.  Then, having set my alarm for 11:00 a.m., I was awake at 7:00 a.m.  I've got to start doing some sleep inducing drugs or something (um, actually, ignore that- bad idea).   Anyway,  I've now reached a sleeping hour window and I think that I will try to grasp it.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am going to sleep...

...maybe

Happy Days

To be quite honest I do not have time to blog right now, but, I'm going to anyway. Things have been pretty busy lately. I pretty much got back from Montgomery Tuesday night of April 14 and haven't really taken a breath since. I substituted and then we had the golf tournament that Friday. Regarding the golf tournament- it was great. I had a great time. PLUS, I won a t-shirt for being on the team with the highest score (for those of you who didn't get that just now, it means I got a prize for being on the worst team there).

Anyway, since then I have subbed a lot, including my birthday when I was supposed to sub for gym and showed up fully equipped with a lawn chair, a frisbee and a whiffle ball bat. I did that for 3 periods and then the journalism teacher had to leave so I went to her class the rest of the day. I was fine with that because being in there made my think of Mr. Forbus (old journalism professor) which meant I spent most of the day trying to get people to use words that actually describe what they mean. The rest of that day was pretty eventful. Got called back to camp to make a bed- a little bit infuriating but fine. Ran out of gas- I'm an idiot. Made it to The Pig- hooray. Then I went to Wilco, which was awesome. I do feel like I would be over glorifying the experience if I didn't try to convey how absolutely AWFUL the opening band was. A Hawk and a Hack Saw- look them up, they're terrible. And, in all honesty, I briefly fell asleep during Wilco (combination of exhaustion and other things). BUT, Wilco was pretty amazing.

Last weekend was Double Decker weekend in Oxford, which was pretty awesome. They close of the square and people set up tents and sell things and there are bands and it was great. The most important thing to note is that there was one of the best petting zoos of all time. I got to feed the llama.

Today is filled with getting camp ready for a group that will be coming in tomorrow. Plus church. Tomorrow, I think I may be off to the ATL (happy days).

My name is Samantha Lewis and I've been busy.

I'm going to school here... are you kidding me?

There are many reasons that I am excited about the fall. These pictures represent one of those reasons:

Amazing.

Good Mornting

So, I woke up at about 5:00 (eastern time) and tried to fight it for about 45 minutes but sadly lost the battle. I know that later today I am most certainly going to regret this. My greatest moment of regret will likely come during my drive from Atlanta ("Mom, don't you know I'm in the A-T-L?!) to Montgomery (FunGomery, if you will). I'm not sure if it's the excitement of school next year or if it's the excitement of looking at a house this morning, but something has me awake right now. And I'm not just talking about that morning awake where there is some groggyness involved; I'm talking eyes wide open, alert and awake. I think it's probably a combination of the two excitement factors that's doing me in. In any event, here I am.

It seems important to note that NO ONE is on facebook chat at 6:00 eastern time. I thought that maybe one of my friends who does honest work for a living... NOPE. Seriously, out of 976 people, not ONE is on right now. That's CRAZY. I suppose we should keep in mind that one of those friends is Hank The Hawk, whose facebook I still monitor. So, ok, 975 people. What the heck?

So this is an opportunity to get started on some of the work I need to get done. Unfortunately that will probably not happen. No, I'll facebookstalk some people, read the New York Times online, play a little websudoku.com and utterly waste away the next 2.5 hours. Hooray.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am awake.

CloverJam Time

This is a post from yesterday that wouldn't go up until now:
Huntingdon, in all of it's success and failure, at least recognizes that there were traditions here at one point in time. The theme for this year's reunion "Different, but Still the Same: 100 Great Years of May Day,Homecoming, Reunion, and CloverJam in Montgomery." Homecoming used to be in the spring and it was lovely. Girls dressed up on the stage on the green, a celebration of coming home, glorious. 3 or 4 years ago Huntingdon decided that since we now had a football team we needed to do homecoming in the fall. They now do the whole prance out on the football field in heels thing. It's fine, whatever. To subdue those who were angered about this (like me) Huntingdon decided to have a reunion weekend during the spring. It occurred to the powers that be that in order to get people to come there would have to be a significant event. Thus CloverJam was created. An opportunity for students, alumni, and the cloverdale community to crowd the streets of Fairview Avenue and participate in fellowship at its best.

All of that brings us to this year when it was decided that the event needed to be moved on campus to avoid debauchery and so that it would just be the Huntingdon community. Also, they decided to get a big band. What became of this? CloverJamXL. Yeah. They were like "throw an 'XL' on the end of there, nobody will know the difference." Haha... oh Huntingdon. My dear sweet Huntingdon. The big band- Sister Hazel. I will quote my friend JD here "Sam, who is Sister Hazel?" Student tickets-free, alumni tickets-$10, community tickets-$20. Keep in mind that part of the reason we moved the event was so that it would only be the Huntingdon Community and then we proceeded to sell tickets to the public... my dear, sweet Huntingdon. All proceeds go to benefit the MDA, which I'm ALL FOR. HOWEVER, I question the amount of proceeds we're going to bring in. But I hope for the best. ALSO, for an alumni event, shouldn't we charge the students before we charge the alumni? Just a thought. AND to add insult to serious injury, they've banned dogs from the event. Mr. Joe is crushed! He loves CloverJam.

My response to everything has been rather rational, something I'm not accustomed to. I organized a group of people to write letters to the college expressing out concern. I'm not sure if anyone else sent a letter, but I did. I got a response that was basically "thanks for your concern, we're doing this anyway." It was, however, kind of them to send a response. Then, I gave up. There was no fighting this one. I have purchased my ticket and will be attending the student acts from 6:00-8:00. These happen to include the Jennifer Moody Band which I'm STOKED about. I am not going to Sister Hazel. Not that I'm completely opposed to their music, more that I'm completely indifferent to it.

Some things I'm excited about this weekend:
-Seeing many good friends
-AOII gathering this afternoon
-Softball Game
-Return to Old Cloverdale, the real O.C. if you will
-Chris' Hot Dogs tonight

My name is Samantha Lewis and it's CloverJam weekend

Best day of my life

So I'm ready to get back to having the best day of my life every day. I did this for about two years and then it kind of slipped away. Well, I'm trying to give "best day of my life" a come back tour. Mostly because, well, it's the right state of mind. I think my parents called this the Pollyanna point of view. She played "the glad game". But I always thought that was kind of lame. Mostly I thought it was lame because it was infuriating to be angry and then have your mother say "you should play the glad game." I didn't want to be glad, I wanted to be pissed. Well, the basis of "best day of my life" is pretty similar except that it's not from Pollyanna and it does not imply that I'm always happy. Instead, "best day of my life" simply is my personal reminder that I was not guaranteed another day. Life is uncertain, each day is my gift from God. I think it's about time I start treating it like that again.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I'm having the best day of my life.

Meditate on these things

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things. The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you.

I lose sight of these words so often. How does that happen? They're so important. I mean, there are so many passages in Phillipians that I have to read 17 times and then I'm still not sure if I understand, but this- this I get. So if i get it, I should go ahead and GET it, which may or may not make sense. It's not important. What's important is that I'm going to try to meditate on whatever is true, noble, just, pure, lovely, of good report- Happy Thursday

My name is Samantha Lewis and I'm going to have a Phillipians 4:6-9 day.

Lepers

I remembered this recently. I couldn't find the comic that I first saw so I decided to make my own. It needs work but you get the idea.

Planning Period

Teachers have a lot of work to do and in order to prepare for classes they have what is called planning period. Important, necessary, good. For the people who substitute for them from time to time it is called free time. I have nothing to plan. I could do some work but I am simply not motivated to do so. My favorite are teachers who have 1st or 7th period planning because it means that I get to show up late or leave early. Teaching one class and then having planning is absolutely worthless. Today I am just antsy. Seriously, I walked around the school for a while and stopped in the office to see if there was anything they needed done. I'm like a bored little kid.

In other news I feel that I should report on Mr. Joe. I know that full updates are available on his blog but I would like to note that I'm pretty sure he's jealous of the Xbox. It's funny because he's never shown jealousy for my computer which I spend hours on but there's something about the Xbox. Perhaps he senses how incredibly angry I can become while playing it, I honestly do not know. I do know that every time I play he suddenly becomes needy. Mr. Joe is not a very affectionate dog. He likes a good scratch but rarely begs for it. When I play Xbox he nuzzles his nose under my hands and gets as close to me as possible. It's funny to me.

Also, a couple of notable quotes before I leave:

Me: I don't believe in politics
D: I don't believe in politics either but it keeps happening

Jo: I would live in a communist country if Jesus was in charge
J: Then you're gonna love the Kingdom of God

My name is Samantha Lewis and I need an activity.

Good friends

It's so good to be around friends. It really doesn't matter what's going on in my life, if I can be around friends, I'm good to go. To be honest, I'm probably too dependent on other people. I have a hard time being alone and I'm discovering that it has very little to do with boredom. I don't care that I'm bored because I'm alone, I care that I'm alone. I need some sort of community living situation.

I went to College Sunday School at First UMC Montgomery this morning and we discussed the economy and how that pertains to our lives and what we should be doing personally. I have decided that I can fix the economy. It's very simple. We will just declare a year of jubilee, releasing everyone from their debts. It'd be like wiping the slate clean. They used to do this several thousand years ago. I'm bringing it back. Unfortunately no one owes me anything so I can't really release any one's debt. Well, I guess the IRS owes me a return on my taxes. Somehow I don't think calling the IRS to tell them not to worry about it would do any good in helping get this year of jubilee idea off the ground. I am a little convicted about my stuff though. I should get rid of it. I just don't want to. This is the fundamental problem for many Christians. We're supposed to do something but we just don't want to let go.

Blah. I will deal with that soon. It keeps coming up and I can't avoid it.

Oh well. For now, I'm out. May I highly recommend checking out playlist.com. Make a play list, listen to music, but it doesn't download it so you're not stealing. Hooray!

My name is Samantha Lewis and I'm going to go eat an ice cream sandwich.

West Wing Love

So using tvduck.com I can now view every episode of the West Wing anytime I want to. Seriously, all I need is the Internet and I have all the joy that is so easily had by viewing The West Wing. Toby having to talk about the panda, CJ and the turkeys, Josh in the fisherman overalls, not to mention all the more serious, life changing scenes. I was talking with a friend about taxes and she said something about how, even though poor people need help, it's not right for hard working people to have to spend more money on taxes. As a response I pulled up Will Bailey's tax explanation to the interns.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I think I'm falling in love with the Internet.

Movie Day

So, substitute teaching is possibly one of the easiest gigs around. Sure you have to put up with the occasional kid who couldn't care less what you say, but all in all, it's awesome. Today I subbed for a teacher who has AP Calculus students and Statistics. Already these kids are generally pretty smart which, in my experience, means that they actually KINDA wanna be at school or at least see the purpose of it, and are generally really well behaved. I can usually get away with being pretty lenient with them because they wont take it and walk all over me.

So, not only was I in there with these awesome kids, it was also movie day! Are you kidding me? I got payed to sit around and watch a movie today. Seriously, that's ridiculous. It was a really good day and as a bonus I got to eat with a few of the youth which was a blessing indeed.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am happy.

So, it's come to this...

My life is in such a state that I have now started a blog for my dog. I'm not sure what it says about a person that 1) has enough time to write a blog on behalf of their dog and 2) is on a level where they feel they can write something similar to what their dog might be saying.

Mr. Joe's blog can be found at http://www.bababadoo.bogspot.com. The name of the blog is Bababablog, Blogbabadoo.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I have too much time on my hands.

"I Love Jesus But I Drink A Little"

This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83JDXXKzOXg

"Uh, I'm not sure what my address is..."

So I was filing my taxes today when I was prompted to give my adjusted gross income for 2007. I know that most people keep up with these things as they are important. I, however, do not. I had to call the IRS and ask them. I talked with a very nice lady, we'll call her K, who was happy to help, she just needed to confirm that I was Samantha Lewis. She asked me my social security number and I gladly told her that it was 123-45-6789. Then I gave her my middle initial and then my phone number. Then, she asked for my address. This is what happened"

Me: 117 Camp Lake Stephens Drive
K: Did you have a different one last year?
Me: Oh yeah! It must have been 1884 Hill Hedge
K: Um, no
Me: Oh, 1521 Wellman or 301 Briarcliff?
K: No
Me: OH! 939 W. Outer Drive
K: No
Me: 106 Panama
K: No, not that one either
Me: Can you at least tell me what state it was in?
K: No, I can't release that information.
Me: Yeah, ok. Um, gosh... OH! It must be 1500 East Fairview. I was there a really long time.
K: No, that's not it.
Me: I really just don't know what to tell you. I just named like 15 addresses.

Anyway, I never came up with the address so she had to ask me a bunch of other questions. Also, at the end after she had told me my 2007 AGI, I asked if she would tell me what the address was. She said no.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I've moved a lot recently.

The Office Let Down

After Moroccan Christmas, The Duel, and last week's Shark episode I had high hopes for this weeks episode of the office. Sadly it was a rerun and now my Friday is suffering because of it. I should be cleverly quoting something Dwight said but instead I have nothing. I don't come up with original material, I count on the TV shows and movies I watch to provide the material for me. What the heck? Now I'm just trying to make it through the day quoteless. Anyone who knows me knows that this is pretty much impossible.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I need to watch something quotable.

The Rib

So I was recently sharing the 2 biblical creation stories with the youth at OU UMC when I remembered one of the greatest stories I've ever heard. I feel that it is my responsibility to share this story with as many people as possible because, frankly, as I said before, it's a great story.

A friend of mine was on a first date with a guy several years ago. He is very serious about his relationship with God and someone committed to the Christian faith. Clearly a good idea for someone to date. So... he takes my friend on their first date to see "The Passion of the Christ". Obviously, it was a very romantic date... They watch the movie and I'm sure really enjoy each other's company during that time and truly get to know one another. On the car ride home they are talking and he gets very serious. He says the following, which will forever live as one of the greatest lines of all time:

"I believe the bible is true. And I believe that when God took the rib from Adam and gave it to Eve, he also did that for every man and every woman so that for every man out there, there is a woman with his rib. I need to tell you...

"You're just not my rib."

BOOM

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am not his rib either.

Winter Retreat and Romance Novels

I went to First UMC Montgomery's Winter Retreat this past weekend. It was good to see all of the kids but the set up/clean up/events in between were exhausting as usual. The speaker, David Liggit, did a really good job. He certainly has a gift for relating to youth. All in all, it was a worth while weekend. I think the youth were able to grow a lot over the weekend.

One of the major bonus' for me over the weekend was that Kathryn and Caroline (former youth) were chaperons for the weekend. They may be intentionally inappropriate but they are certainly a lot of fun. One incident that was particularly amusing for me was when Kathryn, for one reason or another, ended up shouting out the word Herpes. I berated her and one of the moms gave her a "you're going to hell look." Kathryn's response was classic: "What? Herpes isn't a bad word, it's a venereal disease." Oh, Kathryn. This along with Caroline and her saying "That's what she said" whenever possible.

On a completely separate note, I've gotten back into reading romance novels. They make my heart flutter a little bit. It's pretty ridiculous.

Oh dear

So, remember how in my last post I said that I get involved in TV series... WELL, Netflix does not have Season 2 of Weeds in Watch Instantly yet and the season 2 finale was pretty intense SO... I am hanging on the edge here.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am upset.

Back in The Ford

So, the places I've lived recently have had nicknames that were good. Like Montgomery was "The Gump", and Oak Ridge was "The Ridge" and my house on Hill Hedge was "The Hedge". These were all publicly accepted. Unfortunately Oxford doesn't have one of said nicknames and I therefore have nothing good to call it when I come back. I've started calling "The Ford". I have high hopes that it will stick. I'm not sure what the best way to spread this new and wonderful nickname for Oxford is. I'm pretty sure I'll just over use it like I do with all of my phrases (ie: "that's why we can't have nice things", "he's an idiot, it comes from upbringing", etc.)

In other news, I've taken to going to High Point Coffee and hanging out there for hours in order to scab their Internet. I am watching Season 2 of Weeds on Netflix. Not quite as great as it was when I discovered Heroes or The Office on "watch instantly" Netflix, but still an entertaining show that I'm pretty into. I tend to let shows that I'm interested in control my life. For that reason, I spend about 4-8 hours a day at the coffee shop. Not Good.

I went to watch bull riding yesterday. It was everything I thought it could be and so much more. Now I'm wearing my cowboy hat as often as possible. It's pretty much one of the best things that has happened to me. Hooray for western wear.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am a big fan of cowboy hats.

It's like coming home...

Every time that I come to Montgomery it's like coming home. Tonight I had dinner with a bunch of friends from HC and it was just lovely. We stayed at the restaurant until they asked us to leave because they were ready to go home, then we came and hung out at Mollie's house. Mollie, by the way, is not in town but, we hung out at her house anyway. She was dearly missed but her hospitality was still here with us. It's just nice to be with friends. We crossed the important lines and discussed both religion AND politics. Nobody was too offended although we unintentionally took shots at Will. First I made a comment about the football players and Will was like "yep, us dumb football players."... whoops. Then we were talking about how they're still finding ballots from 2000 in Florida and Will was like "yep, us dumb people from Florida"... whoops. At that point we figured it was fair game and took free shots at his Communications major.

I'm pretty sleepy so I'm gonna call it a night.

My name is Samantha Lewis and I am going to sleep.