Man, it's been a long time since I posted. What's happened since then? Day Camp...that was lots of fun....even though I was REALLY tired on Thursday....the water park was amazing, and I burnt to a crisp....
We start school the first week of August....can't WAIT for that. Yeah, right.
Anyways....This week my cousin Rachel (fondly nicknamed Rachie) has been at my house..I think she's here till Thursday. Anyways, yeah, that's pretty fun. We went to a local lake this afternoon...and we went canoeing.
Problem: I can't canoe.
Answer (or so we thought): Rachie can.
Problem: She forgot. (or so she says)
Answer: Ummmmm....
So, we're in the middle of this lake...alternating drifting and going in circles. (I have no idea what we actually did, so don't try to tell me...I won't get it) After about...oh, 40 minutes of this, we decided we'd had enough of going in circles...we'd gotten our excercise, right? Right. So, we head back to shore, right? Wrong. We can't go back to shore. We can just go in circles. So, Rachel gets the WONDERFUL idea to jump out...and pull us back to shore. I'm sitting here thinking..."Yeah right." So she stands up in the boat....
"HANNAH! I'm walking on water, and I'm not Jesus!"
That's really special, Rachel. But, we still can't get back to shore. I convince to try again...so we go in more circles....and get a teeny weeny little bit closer to shore. This is when we start yelling (or I do...Rachel's been yelling for the last 10 minutes)....some really profound things come out...
"DADDYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!" (that was me)
"HELP! HELP! HELP!!!!!!!!" (that was Rachel)
"HEY GUY IN THE GRAY SHIRT!" (that was also Rachel...talking to the guy that launched us and ran the thing)
"DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" (me again)
That didn't work. At all. Not one little bit. Sooo....this is when we start praying out loud.....it goes like this...
"GOD!!!! HELP!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!" Great praying, I know. I AM a PK, after all.
We were just kinda desperate. Just kinda. Rachel concoted the WONDERFUL plan (seeing a pattern here?) of rowing (wait, we can't row, remember?) over to the bridge, and SOMEHOW getting back to where we were supposed to be. (Rachel now says she would've dragged the boat. :P)
At any rate, we didn't have to succumb to such desperate (can you say poison ivy for two months?) measures.....Garrett rescued us. (Jazzy's cousin, incidentally) Of course, the moment he got in the water to get out there, Rachel starts yelling again...
"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GUY IN THE GRAY SHIRT!!!!!" I then informed her of his name (he went to church camp with us, last year)....(and that he's Jazzy's cousin...)
Then we got...
"TARA'S COUSIN!!!!!!!"
Needless to say, he rescued us. But, he DID have to get IN the boat and row...and then Daddy asked if I had figured out how to do it...Nope! He had a double oar thingymaehae....
At any rate...moral of this story: Never...never....NEVER go canoeing when you haven't played with a yo-yo in a week and a half.
Note: Rachel protests that I portray her as slightly unintelligent...Sorry, Rachel.....I only write truth. *Rachel smacks Hannah across the face* Ummm....how about....At least Rachel looked pretty when she was waving her oar in the air, trying to attract my Mother Dearest to rescue us. But she didn't. Oh well. Love you Mom! *Rachel says nothing* Must be okay then.
Namarie!
Oh, and no, the title has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the post.... | 