Sunday, August 22, 2010

calo-mine, calo-mine, calomine lotion!


I'm leaving for fat camp now. :( I just threw away packed up for the drive my last package of oreos. vanilla. yummm.

Pray for me brother and sisters of the united pentablogal church. And ye brethren of the Latter Blog Saints.

And don't worry Words-With-Friends friends! I am SO ON. And let me tell you that my shamanic healing life/tennis coach at fat camp will help me BEAT YOU ALL. Screw Tennis and hiking and golf! pff! I will be poolside with my phone stealthily hidden in a "book". (cell phones aren't allowed at fat camp)(but as I say to the police...it's not a PHONE. It's an IPOD.)

8 comments:

Kristina P. said...

Good luck! May you look like Lindsay Lohan before all the meth. Or after. I don't judge.

VerDell Christiansen said...

I'll be praying for you, Sister K! You might just meet a nice young man at Fat Camp. Please don't eat him.

Yours,
V. C.

Carin said...

What can I say after VerDell's comment!? :P

I will miss you!!!!
I can't wait to read all about it!!!!!

forever folding laundry said...

Wow! That's exciting, in a "I hope they're not going to torture you by making you eat nothing but lemon juice and protein powder" kind of way. Can't wait for the report!

~Keri

NIKOL said...

I'll think of you as I polish off that chocolate cream pie in my fridge. Can't wait for the stories.

Also? For whatever reason the concept of a tennis/life coach delights me. It's fun when you can combine a hobby and a career. I wonder what hobby would pair well with my dream career of "lotto winner."

Counselormama said...

Wow, you are really doing this! Good luck and keep us posted!

Kris said...

You're going to be the most popular girl at camp! Just be on the lookout for the boy's cabins to attempt a nightly panty raid. Better not even pack any underwear...just to be safe.

Lin said...

Send us a postcard!