Two weeks of Camp Dixie Down...two to go.  Then its off to Raleigh for a week (make that popping sound in your cheek and go WOOOO).  haha.  Then its California for three weeks.  These past two weeks at camp have been great.  The first week was with beginner campers (ages 6-9).  That was so testing.  They listen to you well and stuff but they need you for everything.  They need you to tell them to to eat or they'll forget.  They need you to tell them to put on diapers (seriously) before they go to bed or they'll pee everywhere.  They need you for everything. 

Then this past week was Junior week (ages 9-11).  They were a little older obviously and didn't need the counselors quite as much to tell them to do certain things.  This varied with each kid.  But they we ran into attitudes everywhere.  Girls realizing that they can talk back and get away with it.  And we also ran into boy crazy girls.  I can remember liking boys when i was 11, so it was nothing out of the norm i guess.  So this week i did some of the music.  We did a total of about 5 songs a night.  The first two or three were usually done by a woman named Ms. Stacy.  She did some kiddie songs where you could dance little moves to them.  Then the worship team would get up there and do  a few more songs. We kinda mixed it up b/c some kids were still at the point that they needed the younger songs...and some were maturing and needed a little more.

I'm really excited about the week coming up.  We get to do songs i've been wanting to do but couldn't b/c the kids wouldn't understand them.  This next week is ages 12-14.  That sounds young, but these kids aren't stupid. 

So the week went well. ..... and then... I got home around 5 and decided to take a bath.  My family had left a few hours prior to go camping.  They didn't take my grandpa so he stayed home with Ellen, the woman that cares for him during the day time.  When i walked in the door at 5, they (Ellen and Grandpa) were eating pizza together and then just before i went to take a bath they were sitting down to watch a movie.  About 40 minutes later, i come out of the bathroom and Ellen is bent over grandpa saying "wake up pop".  So i come over to see why he isn't waking up.  He's breathing normally, but he's a little cold and isn't waking up at all.  Now....my grandpa is really deaf and has alzheimers...so i didn't know if it was a combination making him not wake up.  So i sit there for about three minutes calling his name and trying to lift his head etc.  Nothing is working.  Finally he opens his eyes but they barely open.  And he's trying to talk to us but its all coming out in a mumble.  Slurred speech.  I can't understand what he's saying.  I know that something isn't right, so i call dad.  I tell him whats up and he tells me to call 911.  I call, they come, they're idiots.  They tell my dad over the phone that they don't think anything is wrong with him even though he has slurred speech and can't stand on his own.  Fucking idiots.  Benson....uggh.  So i tell dad to ignore they're advice, he needs to go to the hospital...and not a hospital around here...one in raleigh.  So the people huff and puff a little but get him in the ambulance. 

My parents were still at the lake but were packing as quickly as they coudl, the lake is about 1 1/2 hours from raleigh.  So i follow the ambulance to wake med and they take me back and explain what's going on.  It was crazy.  They tell me they're treating it as a stroke and are doing a cat scan and chest x-rays etc.  When they wheel him into his little "section" he looks so helpless.  No shirt, wires everywhere, blank face, eyes closed.  It was rough.  When he starts to wake up, he still can't talk clearly...luckily his mind was fine besides the norm, he was still cracking jokes...just not speaking them clearly. 

My parents showed up around 9:30, then i drive my brothers home and my parents stay the night.  That's all i know thus far.

So...wow.

Life happens.

hmmm....would you be amused if aliens ripped the skies apart.