I officially have one day of school left and two finals. Life is soon to be bliss with a hint of sunburn.

I went to camp last weekend; and, of course, it ended up raining. So the rain isn't so much of a big deal... but it was a horse riding camp, and that poses a problem. Well, I take my ten seven and eight year olds to the barn to at least see the horses. It went a little something like this.

Wrangler: Sarah, after your girls have helmets take them up to the arena.

Me: Ummmm... okay?

Imagine this for me, if you will. It's been raining all morning, and basically the only thing behind the barn is dirt.... but, in this case, it's definitely mud. As my ten girls and I slosh and slip through the muddy expanse I realize that we will be forced to traverse up a 45 degree hill of brown, slick and sticky mud. The little ten struggle up the mud hill of death, slipping down several feet every now and then. A couple of them fall forward onto their hands that get covered in the wet earth. Eventually they all make it to the top; however, they have to spend ten minutes wiping the mud off of their shoes and hands. Still covered in mud, they take turns riding the horses. Meanwhile, I have to take one of them back to the barn to meet her mother, because she is leaving early. While doing this I try to find a better path; and, alas, success. As I lead the remaining girls down the somewhat better path we come to a small hill.

Me: Okay girls, make sure you follow my steps exactly.

Not even able to finish my sentence, I fall flat on my butt and slide down the hill. All I heard the rest of the way to the barn were little giggles behind me.

Little girl: Sarah?

Me: What?

Little girl: You might want to change your pants.

I can feel the steam coming from my ears...

Me: Thank you for letting me know, dear.

The end - Moral of the story.... Ridiculous!!!

And here is a poem that I wrote that I don't so much really like... But here it is.

East of Sahara

Three feet in rags
clogging the import
to export ratio.
Displace yourself.
Wading through the
thick eastern night.
Crying, choking, gagging
on malaria and
starvation.

Automatic yielding toddlers
stomachs bulging
bring down society.
Diamond tears sparkling
throughout a crimson
stream.

Continental shifts
to another world
with heightened awareness
and death rates.
Transparency moves to
the facade, revealing
Satan's lair in the
heart of a six letter
word.