Musings of an irreverent blonde girl

You know how there are times or experiences in life that you look back on and think to yourself that you felt literally the happiest that you've ever felt?  I feel like we all have these. Summer Camp was one of those for me.  Another one was Ski House. When I think about Ski House now, it is with a deep sense of nostalgia, even though these experiences only happened a few years ago.  Yet, there was something about this period of about 5 years, each winter, that fulfilled every concept that I understand as true happiness.  Reminiscing about Ski House now makes me feel quite sad, because it's one of those situations that simply cannot be repeated - like anything great and worth remembering. I would like to share it with you. Let's talk about the 3 hour ride up to ski house with Greg and Danielle Stamm in the XTerra. The ride would always begin with a text message indicating at what hour I could expect the Stamms to show up outside my door in Brighton.  I'...

I have a theory. And this theory is that Men just don't understand. Let me tell you a story. Yesterday at work, I was talking to my friend Yvonne about how my good friend and her family are probably going to move abroad and I suddenly was completely overwhelmed by emotion.  If you're a woman, you know the feeling.  I knew the next words coming out of my mouth would be wavering.  My eyes started to well up.  I couldn't even exactly express why I felt so MUCH at that moment, but it was a lot.  It was everything...my friend moving away, my friends and I not seeing each other as much, our lives moving onward and apart.  But mostly, it was hormones. On my way home a little later, my parents called to say hi.  "How was your day?"  My mom asked.  "Well...I don't know.  I felt down today."  I told her.  "I found out that my friend is probably moving abroad and, I don't know...I just suddenly got really sad about it." My dad join...

There are two types of people in this world - those of us who have been to sleepaway camp, and those of you who haven't.  People who go to sleepaway camp get it and people who don't are completely baffled and often annoyed when the subject is brought up in mixed company.  I remember a car ride with my brother where we listened to an hour long NPR story about summer camp.  He and I sat in the front seat, enthralled, while his wife and my friend sat in the back seat, slightly irked at being forced to listen. I am not going to spend my time attempting to make you people understand why Camp is so wonderful.  If you never went, you will never, ever understand.  Ever.  If you try to describe to an outsider why it was fun to sleep in a cabin for a month and live out of a foot locker and play sports, they will think it sounds quaint and fun.  But they will not understand that the experience of summer camp is much grander than simply fun and games.  To...