Mom's Going to Scotland!

My mom has been planning a trip to Scotland since she went the first time which was like 20 years ago. On August 13 (one day after my birthday) she left on the trip of her life! She got to go to Inverness, Scotland, for 4 weeks. Thats four weeks without my mom, I barely could even do one week at summer camp! What am I going to do? So this trip snuck up faster then we could have imagined and before we knew it my sister and I were with our grandparents and our beloved mom was all the way in... Scotland. Not like thats a bad thing but the last time our mom left it was overnight somewhere and I ended up in my grandma's bed, scared out of my mind. So with the first three nights done and over with and so far only one nightmare about people turning into sacks of flour (don't ask) I think I might be ok.
This week while we go crazy trying to find and sew pointe shoes and freaking out about school, my grandparents have been really nice and helpful with everything stress related. So this Thursday we shall go to the zoo (if it does't rain) and have fun with them like we did when I was little.


All the while my mom has started her own blog called Mom's going to Scotland so check it out because its really cool!

http://momsgoingtoscotland.blogspot.com

Summer Camp!

On Sunday morning we headed to the bus stop (which was at a gas station) and waited for the bus to come.  When the time finally came (we got there an hour early) the big yellow bus came and we loaded up the trailer.  Not many people were on the bus which surprised me because it was a big camp and being the only one at the bus stop I started to get nervous.  I started to get more and more down the closer we got to camp because none of the other girls would talk to me.  By the time the three hour bus ride was up we pulled into the camp parking lot and had to go through a health inspection.   They looked in your hair and collected all the medicine you had and evaluated whether you were sick or not. Once I got to my cabin we had to unpack and meet our cabin leaders, mine was Sync.  She was really nice and I liked her a lot. 

I was starting to feel really home sick and I missed my mom and sister so I was on the brink of tears. By the time supper was ready, my friend Elizabeth had told me that the meals were the best ever so I sat down and looked upon the table and it was.... pizza.... I'm allergic to dairy. That was it, I was a pathetic teenager trying really hard not to cry... over pizza (and failing miserably). So my counselor got up and brought me a gluten free dairy free pizza that was so spicy I couldn't eat it. At this point I was so done I fled the table and ran all the way back to my cabin where I grabbed my fabulous baby food (packed for emergencies) and ate it so fast I'm surprised I didn't choke!  I was so depressed and down because it wasn't what I had expected at all whatsoever! When Wednesday rolled around I texted my sister and my mom and immediately cheered up and was willing to participate in activities (though after this day I swear I annoyed the whole cabin by being too happy). On Thursday we had a rodeo and because I was in the horse program I preformed in the rodeo (we weaved our horses at a trot)! I was so excited I couldn't wait! Our whole cabin french braided our hair and set off down the road to the horse stable and sat on carpet squares waiting for supper to be served! 

Once supper was over, we all gathered around the riding ring and waited for the entertainment. I will admit I was very impatient and wanted my turn to ride to come faster. The horses were very spooked so half of them didn't do what they where suppose to.  When my group's turn to ride came, my horse was the only one not spooked and actually did the formation properly. On Friday we all hugged and said our goodbyes and got back on the bus. I sat with both of my friends and as one fell asleep the other listened to music with me. My bus stop was the first one on the way and by the time I spotted my mom and sister in the car I was once again a pathetic teenager trying with all her might not to cry. Once we stopped I ran off the bus into my mother's arms, sobbing, only to realize my luggage was still on the bus. By the time we got into the car I was so hysterical my mom handed me a piece of bread and I felt immediately better (she joked about me not being able to live without bread because everything at the camp was gluten free and dairy free together so I got no bread) and told her how wonderful camp was after Tuesday.