Part III

I am on a roll today. I never got the chance to detail the incredible dinner (I have low standards, okay??) that Daniel and I made practically from scratch. We didn't make the tortillas. And the salsa was from a jar. But everything else! Except the cupcakes. Those were from a box. And the icing was from a tub.

But check out this glorious chicken!








The finished, pizza-like product.








Daniel made the inaugural slice. This quesadilla was so, so good.











Cupcakes! I don't know how we were able to make so many, but they lasted for days on end.







The kids at the summer camp had to do pre- and post-writings to gauge how much they learned (answer: probably not much) and I am nosy so I browsed through their essays when they were done.




I hate to toot my own horn, but I will reprint this girl's essay in its entirety here, probably violating some intellectual property law. The prompt was "describe your favorite experience here at CampUS". This girl wrote,

When I met Miss Alaina she seemed to be to nice. Miss Alaina was also great. She is also very nice to her students. She never has to yell at us. Also Ms Alaina is very consistant about her work. Finally Ms. Alaina is so talented and unusual. I say that because I have never met anyone who is allergic to most fruits and vegetables and I think that is very unusual but I think it is very unique and cool at the same time.

New favorite student alert!

So guess who came to CampUS on the last day as a surprise visitor??

MR METTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








I simply must be honest. If someone had asked me what the Mets' mascot was before this day, I would have answered anything besides an anthropomorphic baseball. But the kids loved him!







As did most of the counselors apart from those too lame to be into the Mets.









Some sign fun:

This made me laugh out loud right in the middle of the subway tunnel. In case you can't read it, the writing on the burger says "I'm bad for you".




I was sitting at the bus stop the other day and was like, "the second Golden Compass movie looks a lot like the first one. Is there anything new?" Then I noticed the release date. Change it up, people. I need fresh entertainment in advertising!


This was on the diaper change table in the handicapped bathroom at the library. I pondered it for awhile. Is the baby wearing a onesie? It seems so, because it has no fingers. But why would a mother strap a baby into a diaper changing table while wearing a onesie? Then I figured that this was just a nude baby without any naughty bits shown. But why not have discernible fingers?

Since I am nothing if not a crowd-pleaser, here's another dead bug. This is a locusty thing being devoured by the aforementioned herd of ants.




For those curious about my future apartment share, here's a picture back before it was all neat and organized. This is only part of the living room, aka my bedroom.




A tiny, cute kitchen.








And the tiletastic blue bathroom. Apparently the former tenant was some kind of funky artist and he left his touches all over the apartment.