Friday, December 30, 2016

Goals for 2017!



My Goals for 2017 


  1. Finish writing my novel (I say that every year, I know, but this year is the year, I feel it, lol πŸ˜„ ) . 
  2. Get more stories and poetry really published. 
  3. Wear my hand brace more (it's not my favorite thing in the world but it does help keep my left hand open). 
  4. Most importantly, just continue on being myself and being happy 😜 . 

Saturday, December 24, 2016

the Christmas Dance (a short story)




It's Christmas Eve and the snow is falling gently outside, looking like a gorgeous postcard scene to onlookers, but I can only feel the bitter cold and see the messy slush that makes the roads and sidewalks slick. My name is Rosina White and I just moved from Missouri to New York for my new job as an editor. I'm wearing a powder blue, flowing dress, walking into a crowded banquet hall. Colorful lights and garland hung everywhere, and in the middle of the circular room, there was a huge Christmas tree.  Among the many faces, I only knew a few people. I didn't want to come to this Christmas party but I'm alone for the holidays since I'm so far away from my family and friends and my nosy, rich neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Aden insisted of me coming here.

I'm standing in the banquet hall awkwardly, wishing that I was a child; the child who saw the magic and excitement in Christmas. I usually like this time of year but I'm feeling so cynical and lonely this year. To me, Christmas is becoming more and more commercial and feels like people are just nice because of the holiday. I'm definitely feeling like Scrooge tonight, looking around at the plastic Christmas decorations with such boredom. I can see that there are Elf on Shelves sitting in line down the stair banister. 

"Ugh," I exclaim, "Those things look so creepy! Why can't they look like the sexy elves from the Lord of the Rings?!"  

Hearing what I just said, I then think to myself, "And that's why you're twenty-eight and still single." 

Then, looking up, I realize that I'm under the mistletoe and I hope that Mr. Aden doesn't notice. Mr. Aden is a nice guy and all but he's too touchy-feely for my comfort. 

"I know that this sounds dorky but I wish that the sexy, the Lord of the Rings elven man was still here though," I sigh. 

Just as I'm finishing that sentence, I can see a strange man across the room staring at me. He's tall, muscular, has long blonde hair, the most beautiful emerald eyes that I ever seen, and wearing an evergreen tuxedo with white gloves. He also has very pointed ears like an elf. 

"That has to be a Christmas costume of kind," I think, "but still, he's hot though." To my surprise, as a slow song starts, the man is walking towards me. 

When he approaches me, he bows and says, "Do you want to dance Rosina?" 

I gasp at the sound of my name but I just think, "Mrs. Aden must have told him."  

I roll my eyes slightly but I say with a kind smile, "Sure." He takes my hand and twirls me onto the dance floor. One of his hands is gently holding my hand and another is holding my waist, while I wrap my arms around his neck. 

While we begin to dance, the man says: "Mrs. Aden didn't tell me your name Rosina." 

I asks with great suspicion: "How do you know my name then?"  

"Because I'm a Christmas elf," he says nonchalantly, "And oh...I'm not wearing a costume." 

"He's either crazy or really committed to the Christmas character that he was playing," I'm thinking, getting a little nervous.  

He chuckles and asks: "Don't you believe me?" 

I shake my head hesitantly and he raises one hand in the air, snapping his fingers. Then, all of a sudden, all of the people, except for me, in the banquet hall begin to levitate. Dancing the waltz, they are twirling and twirling in the air like ghosts above me but they don't seem to notice. I'm watching them with total fear and awe. Seeing my face, he belly laughs. He snaps his fingers again and everybody returns to the floor, still acting like nothing happened. 

He asks, "Believe me now?" 

With my eyes widened, I say: "You're an elf or I'm on some really strong drugs and I never did drugs ever in my life!"  

We continue dancing silently and I can't stop staring at this handsome elven man with curiosity and embarrassing lust. After a few minutes, I finally asks something: "So what's your name?"  

"Aubrey," he says with a smile.  

I asks, "You're really a Christmas elf?" 

"Yes I am," he says proudly, "Don't I look like a Christmas elf?" 

"Um...well..." I look over at the stair banister. 

"Not all Christmas elves look like the same," Aubrey laughs, "I think that we both know that J.R.R. Tolkien was more accurate with the description of elves. 

I giggle at his statement. Then, I ask: "Why are you here?" 

"To help you to get your Christmas spirit back," Aubrey says happily, "You did wish for me to come."

"I sort of...did," I think with astonishment. 

"So," Aubrey asks, "Why do you have such the holiday blues? Why aren't you with family and friends?" 

I let out an exasperated sigh and say: "It's just people are only nice and cheerful because it's the season and if you don't act happy in December like everybody else, they think that something is wrong with you! And as for visiting my family...I really wanted to but I just started a new job here and I'm not exactly rolling in dough right now. Even though my parents wanted me to come, I just couldn't." 

I become quiet after that sentence, feeling sad and ashamed. 

Aubrey asks with sympathy: "Why don't you call them?" 

"They don't want to hear from me," I say in a very melancholy tone, "I don't know if they even support me in my career choice." 

"Are you sure about that?" Aubrey abruptly twirls me again and suddenly I'm standing in the middle of my house back in Missouri. The one-story house is crammed with my family. The Christmas tree is medium-sized, glittery, bright, and so beautiful. The house is warm and cozy, and the sweet aromas of Mom's cornbread casserole and other foods are in the air. My uncles and my dad are watching football and yelling excitedly at the television. My dozens of cousins and my niece are running around, shouting, singing, laughing, as my aunts and my older sister are hilariously cackling and gossiping. I'm looking around with such joy. I call out to my mom and dad. 

"Mama...Daddy!" 

"They can't see or hear you," Aubrey says, standing next to me, "but you needed to see this." 

My mom is now standing the hallway of the kitchen and announces: "Dinner time!" 

It always takes the family a couple of chaotic minutes to gather around the dinning room table and I miss this chaos. We follow them into the room. When my family is finally around the table, my dad stood up to make a toast.     

"Thank you to those came here tonight," my dad says with a jolly grin, "We're so blessed to having a close bond no matter what. I know that our baby girl Rosina isn't here with us tonight but we're so happy for her. Her mom and I are especially proud of her for going after her dreams. I don't tell her this like I should but I think that she became a smart and strong young lady and I am truly blessed to have her as one of my daughters. We...I love her so much. Let's raise a glass to Rosina...let her dreams and more come true in the next coming year!" 

"To Rosina!" My family cheers and clank their glasses and cups together. I can see happy tears in my dad's blue eyes as he's sitting down. 

"I love you too Daddy," I say tearfully, "I love you all."

Aubrey then twirls me back in the banquet hall. He quickly gives me a handkerchief and I wipe my eyes so one no will see me cry. 

"Thanks Aubrey," I gulp, "I did need to hear that."  

"You're welcome," he replies warmly.

We begin to slow dance again and I put my head on his shoulder, saying: "I know that my family loves me but I still think other people just act nice and caring because of Christmas."

He grabs my chin affectionately, saying: "I think that you should see one more thing." 

"Okay."

Aubrey twirls me once again and I'm suddenly standing in a summer camp. The hot sun is beating down on us, a remarkable lake is sparkling, the woods surrounds us, and there are swerving gravel roads. I can see children giggling except for one. A girl with red, short hair and freckles is sitting under a tree crying. 

"Who's that," I asks, "Why are we here?" 

"Her name is Leann," Aubrey tells me, "She was twelve. She was shy and had hard time to make friends. Her mom decided to make her to go to sleep-away camp to help her gain confidence but the other campers teased her." 

"What," I exclaim, "Why don't the counselors help her out?!" 

"Let's watch," Aubrey says.  

Leann is crying, when then an older girl with long, curly, brown hair walks up, sits next to her, and wraps an arm around her.

"Who's that older girl?" 

"Brittany," Aubrey explains, "She was seventeen. She was a camp counselor, the only camp counselor that looked after her. Not because it was her job, not because it was expected of her, but because she truly cared." 

Brittany says in a bubbly but calming voice, "What's up girl?"     

"Stephanie said...," Leann sobs, "She said that I was too ugly to be her friend." 

"Really," asks Brittany, "Why do you want to be friends with someone like that?" 
"I don't know..." 

"Friends accept you for you," continues Brittany, "Looks shouldn't matter but you're beyond beautiful! She's just jealous." 

Leann smiles and hugs her. 

Aubrey twirls me and I'm now standing in a log cabin. Leann is making her bed, singing sweetly but loudly, having a voice like Mariah Carey.

"She has a pretty voice," I note. 

Aubrey nods. 

Then, Brittany walks in and says: "You have an awesome voice Leann! Why don't you sign up for the talent show?" 

"I can't," Leann says quietly. 

"Why not," asks Brittany, "Do you like singing?" 

"I love it," smiles Leann.

"Leann had extreme stage fright," Aubrey tells me, "but Brittany encouraged her to do what she loved and take a chance."   

Aubrey twirls me and I'm now in the audience of the camp's talent show. Leann's name is announced and she walks on the stage, looking very nervous as she steps up to microphone. The other campers are whispering and snickering but from behind the stage, I can hear Brittany to her: "You can do it, just show 'em. I believe in you." 

The music begins and Leann opens her mouth. At first, the other campers look bewildered, then excited, as they start clapping to the beat. Seeing this, Leann gets into it, singing more confidently, even dancing. When the song ends, she gets a standing ovation. I'm even clapping and cheering with them. I  can tell that this is such incredible moment for Leann. She isn't scared to be herself thanks to Brittany. My heart is smiling for the both of them. 

Aubrey twirls me and it's the last day of camp. Both Leann and Brittany have tears in their eyes. Brittany gives her a piece of paper, saying: "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always available, I promise." 

"And she kept her promise," says Aubrey, twirling me. He twirls me over and over and I can flashes of memories. Over the years, Leann and Brittany talked daily online, talking about boys, friends, and school. Brittany and Leann always had each other's backs, through every heartbreak, through every triumph. Leann even got the courage to start singing on Youtube. As I watch them practically grow up together with each memory, I laugh, I cry, I feel pride. 
When Aubrey stops twirling me, I'm standing in a cold, dark, smoky bar in New York. 

"When Leann was twenty-one," he says, "she moved here to become a..." 

"To become a singer," I smile. 

"Yep," he chuckles, "Tonight is her first gig with her band. It isn't her dream gig but still a gig. She wanted to call Brittany but she didn't want to bother her on Christmas Eve."  

"Aw," I exclaim. 

"But," he continues, "there's a surprise standing in front of the stage." He points to the stage. I look and gasp. 

"It's Brittany!" She's standing in front of the audience. As soon as Leann steps up to the microphone, she sees her too, her mouth falls open out of surprise. Leann has grown into a gorgeous woman with pixie-styled, strawberry hair and fair skin but she still has a child-like sparkle in her eyes. 

From the audience, I can Brittany say to her like when Leann was a kid: "I believe in you." 

Then, Leann begins to sing confidently and proudly.

"Brittany didn't come just because it's Christmas," Aubrey tells me, "or just to be nice, or because she felt like she had to but because she genuinely cares." 

I burst into tears out of pure happiness.

He twirls me one last time and we are back in the banquet hall. I wipe my eyes again. He makes me face the Christmas tree and says in my ear: "Look around and tell me what you see now." 

I look around. I don't see just a huge tree, I also see lights that twinkle like stars on Christmas eve night and ornaments that children love to hang. I don't see just faces that I might know but I see kind, truly friendly faces, laughing and singing together. The whole room seem to be even more brighter than before. 

"This place is so beautiful," I smile.

"See," he says happily, turning me to face him, "I know that humans can get so caught up in the celebration that they forgot what they're actually celebrating but there are kind people out in the world and Christmas isn't about material things or even nice gestures. You can feel Christmas all year round in your heart." 

"Thank you so much," I say, hugging him tightly. Then, I realize the song that we are dancing to is finally ending and I ask: "You have to go, don't you?" 

"Yes," Aubrey says, "sadly I do but there's just one thing." He then kisses me long and hard on the lips. His lips are soft, warm, and exhilarating.

"Merry Christmas Rosina," he says softly. 

"Merry Christmas," I say back, nearly breathless. 

He disappears just as the last note of the song plays. I'm sad that he left but I'm grateful that he came to me tonight and opened my eyes. 

When I leave the party, my faith in people and my Christmas spirit is completely restored. I decide to call my mom and dad when I get home but now as I slowly walk down the street, I admire the falling snow, saying: "Man, I'm so blessed to be in such a pretty city tonight!" 




(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2016





Merry Christmas! Smooches!! πŸ—’

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Happy Birthday to Me!




Hi Y'all, 

Tomorrow will be my birthday and I'll be 30 (crazy, I know).  To me, age is just a number. Age shouldn't change who you are. I'll still be myself, my crazy, imaginative, impish self. I'm just excited for my birthday with my family and friends!
  🎈


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving (What I'm Thankful For)









I'm truly thankful for my family and friends, and for the memories that I made with them. Everyday is an adventure with people who love and accept me. Thanks for being awesome. Happy Thanksgiving! πŸ˜ƒ



Friday, November 11, 2016

Happy Birthday Steven! :)



Happy birthday Stevie Wevie! How are you? Do angels party hard up there?  πŸΎπŸ€˜πŸ» Lol. I just wanted to say that I'm thinking about you today and that we all miss you everyday but we know that you're still watching over us. Have a blast! πŸŽ‰I love ya. 

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

THE ELECTION IS OVER!







THE ELECTION IS FINALLY OVER! If your candidate won, that's awesome! If not, it'll be alright, honest. You still live in one of the coolest countries, America! Now, let's take a breath, relax, enjoy the normal commercials (lol), and have fun. 

#notdoomsday



Wednesday, November 2, 2016

How Was Your Halloween?


How was your Halloween? Did you see any ghouls? I had such spooky fun with my family on Halloween night. I'm so blessed to have a crazy, hilarious family! 



Saturday, October 29, 2016

Dream, Dream, Dream



I had two awesome dreams on October 28th, 2016! The first dream was about me meeting Shane Dawson at his book signing. I was so excited! I said hi but I was shaking like a leaf. We hugged tightly. Then, he told me that he read my blog and that I was a talented writer. Suddenly, he invited me to come L.A. to write a short film with him. I said yes and to my utter shock, my parents just let me go without discussion. I stayed at his house in L.A. for a month. He took me to parties, where I met Joey Graceffa, Trevor Moran, and other Youtubers. I was even in some of Shane's videos with him. Every night, Shane and I then would write and edit until four in the morning. I cuddled with his dog Uno while I slept. Shane and I became best friends, e-mailing and direct messaging daily. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it was an amazing dream. 

In the second dream, I was at my old high school for some odd reason. I was in a classroom, talking to my friend Kortney, when I suddenly felt a strange tingling in my arms and legs. Without warning, without reason, I just unfastened my seat belt, got out of my wheelchair, and kicked it away behind me.I could stand on my own and walk! I was grinning impishly as she stared. Kortney couldn't talk anymore due to extreme shock and I hugged her. I walked out of the classroom and as I walked happily down the hallway, people were cheering, clapping, high-fiving me, and crying. My parents and my sister all of sudden appeared and were sobbing out of complete happiness. I ran over to my mom as she laughed and cried and I bear-hugged her until I woke up. It was a remarkable dream!!  




Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Wonderland Camp, October 2016





Last weekend, I had a blast at Wonderland Camp! I saw my old friends: Cookie, Ann, Melissa, Tobi, Kate, Emma, Gianna, Dustin, and Mark. I also made new friends: Stephanie, Deb, and Krista. On Friday, we had a campfire, singing songs and ate gooey, delicious s'mores. Cookie and I had the s'mores, some of my vanilla Pepsi, then some warm, cinnamon-tasting apple cider (no wonder I was so hyper that night). It was fun.

On Saturday, we had arts and crafts in the morning. We painted pumpkins, made masks, and made Halloween decorations. We decorated paper tea light holders to be set out on the trail for the tractor ride that night. I drew the Blair Witch stick figures, clowns, and wrote creepy messages on mine like: Beware! Turn back!! We see you. I really got into it. Then, we shot BB guns with Dustin and did archery with Mark. Every time that I do archery, I always think of the Hunger Games. I feel like Katniss when I shoot arrows.   

My friends Kate and Emma came to visit me during lunchtime. I was excited to see them! Before lunch, Kate, Emma, and I went on a walk and listened to Shane Dawson (Kate knows me so well). 

After lunch, my cabin rode the boat. It was bumpy but relaxing. There was a lot of people on the water. I guess that people wanted to ride their boats before the weather changed. 

After the boat ride, we had an egg drop, which is when campers drop eggs on counselors' heads and try not to break the eggs. It's funny. On the way to the game room, I saw that Dustin left his walkie-talkie unattended and as a prank, while he wasn't looking, Krista and I hooked the walkie to my seat belt. It took him forty-five minutes, until dinner time for him to realize that it was gone and who took it. It was hilarious! Cookie and I couldn't stop laughing. 

Later that night, we put on our costumes. I dressed as Jack Skellington. First, we went trick-or-treating around camp (I always get in touch with my inner-child at camp). Then, we rode the tractor. After the tractor, we went through the camp haunted house. The jumpscares legitly spooked me this year. It was awesome. Once we left the haunted house, the dance began. There were spinning lights, a disco ball, even a fog machine. I danced with all of my friends and sang. It was an amazing night! 

Sunday went fast, too fast. We played Bingo and I don't usually play but I got bingo four times. Then, I hung out in the game room until my parents picked me up. The weekend was so much fun! Anytime that I go to camp, it's a funny adventure and I constantly have memories to replay in my mind.   


Thursday, October 13, 2016

Clowns?!?! Really?!?!







Clown

Hey deranged clown, 
why are you just standing there?
Why are you just staring? 
With your demented smile, 
your chuckle from hell, 
are you waving at me still?! 

Hey demonic clown, 
why are you jumping at me, 
Chasing frightened children? 
Are you really Satan in make-up? 
Are there others? Is there a cult? 
Will we be able to escape? 


(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2016 

This is a Halloween poem/a satire poem in response to the clown craze in the news. 

Friday, October 7, 2016

Autism Speaks Walk 2016



Autism Speaks is an autism advocacy organization that sponsors autism research and conducts awareness and outreach activities aimed at families, governments, and the public. There will be an Autism Speaks walk tomorrow in Forrest Park in St. Louis, MO to raise money. My family and I will be participating in the walk to support my cousin Logan, who has autism. If you can't participate, please donate and/or support this awesome cause. Thank you. 

Links: http://www.autismspeakswalk.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1156272&lis=0&kntae1156272=0530BCA66B5B487289BDAE174B3F361F&supid=389952998

https://www.autismspeaks.org/ 

Smooches 

Friday, September 16, 2016

Think Tink Friday!




Happy Friday! It's the weekend. It's time for family, friends, positivity, and relaxation! I'll sleep in until noon and watch SVU for a couple of hours. Maybe read an Archie comic. I also can't wait to spend time with my niece, hog out on Taco Bell, and nurse on a pumpkin spice latte. I always find the joy in the little things. 




Yes, I made another Shane Dawson fan video on Youtube. You have my permission to laugh πŸ˜‹ but who knows...he might see it and be so flattered that he'll want to meet me. πŸ‘πŸ» Far-fetched, a silly fantasy, I know, lol but I can dream! πŸ’–πŸ˜„ 

Friday, September 9, 2016

Random Friday

I like this picture. It's very empowering. 



  
My dream:



 I had a dream last night that it was Christmas time. Mom dropped me off at the mall and I went shopping on my own. There was a huge, beautiful Christmas tree in the middle of the mall. Colorful lights twinkled, garland hung throughout the building, and soft, cheerful Christmas music played in the background. I walked around, shopped, and talked to random people, saying: "Merry Christmas!" It was nice. πŸŽ„ I'm not rushing things, trust me. I'm excited for Halloween! πŸŽƒ October is my month but that Christmas dream was calming for some odd reason. 


Thursday, September 8, 2016

I PASSED!!!!






Hi Y'all

Just a cool update...I got a B+ on my final essay for my online history class! I passed the class!! πŸ˜€ πŸ€— πŸ’ͺ🏻 I'm so proud of myself.
On the 10th, the poetry class will start.

Smooches,
Lena

Friday, September 2, 2016

A Personal Update. (And Is Youtube Really Censored? )




Personal Update: 

Hi Y'all, 

I've been doing homework all week, so since I'm 4 weeks ahead in my online class, I decided to make weekends my days off from homework. It pays to be an overachiever.  πŸ˜‰ During the weekends, I will blog, tweet, message, and of course, go out. I like my fun. 


Youtube: 





At first, when I read the "end of Youtube" hype on Twitter last night, I thought that Youtube was actually censoring videos and banning some due to the web site's new 'advertiser friendly' guidelines. Automatically getting on my soap box, I started reciting the First Amendment on Twitter. I have strong views on censorship (it's the writer in me lol) and I was saying that Youtube was stomping on an youtuber's amendment rights, but after some research this morning, I realized that this isn't exactly the case. I'll admit it, I was wrong. I'm sorry. My fandom got the best of me. The guidelines are for money/advertisements. If an youtuber violates the guidelines, the youtuber basically won't get paid or have an advertisement play before their video starts. This does suck for some youtubers and some of the guidelines are questionable but it's not the end of the world. Youtubers can still say and do anything that they want. They just have to be extra, extra creative to get around the guidelines and just face the fact that they won't get paid sometimes. If an youtuber really cared about their fans, they won't be up in arms about not getting paid every single time that their videos get viewed. Most popular youtubers (like Shane Dawson) sell merchandise and do other stuff, so they'll be fine. 

Smooches, 
Lena πŸ˜˜ 



Saturday, August 27, 2016

Just Another Update





The ridiculous fan video that you see above was made by me. This is what happens on a Friday night at midnight and when one is hyped up on candy corn and coffee, but hey, it was fun.  I'm such a fan-girl. πŸ™‚

Anyway, just fyi, one of my online classes starts Monday, August 29th. It's a history class. I'm excited. On September 10th, I'll start another (a poetry class). From then on, I'll be taking both classes at the same time, so if I don't blog or tweet a lot for a few months, don't worry. I'm alive, lol! I'll just be doing homework. I enjoy the online classes. They make me productive between writer's blocks and I love learning new things.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Schnucks Bans Solicitors


Shoppers entering Schnucks groceries will no longer see bubbly Girl Scouts hawking cookies or Salvation Army bell ringers seeking donations. All solicitors are being banned at Schnucks stores throughout the region, according to a new policy by the Maryland Heights-based chain that went into effect Monday. This is just sad. It's a Missouri tradition. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Happy Sunday



Happy Sunday everyone! Let's relax. ✝️πŸ™‚☮️ 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Internet Issues




First, my Outlook account acted possessed😱 but I got it working by restarting my laptop. πŸ‘Œ Lol! Then, a complete stranger on my messenger asked me to strip on cam. I hit the block button so fast! πŸ™„ Why is it acceptable to be sexual online like that with someone that you don’t know? Just why? 

Do people ever watch SVU?! It doesn't end well for the victim or the sicko. 


Btw, Granny Annie, if you're reading this (and I know that you are), I'm not sad, or upset, or "reaching out for help". I'm sort of venting and embarrassing the creep for fun. πŸ˜› πŸ™ˆ 

Smooches, 
Lena ❤️ πŸ˜‰

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Black Cat Appreciation Day!


There are many superstitions that surround cats but the most widespread myth is that for a black cat to cross a person’s path is an unlucky sign. Ironically, in the U.K., Australia, and some parts of North America, black cats are considered quite lucky. White cats are considered to be unlucky. These beliefs are just superstitions though. Cats are not evil. They're innocent animals. Be kind to them. Love all cats, no matter what color. 

Sources: http://oddrandomthoughts.com/the-myths-and-legends-of-cats/ 
                  http://hubpages.com/animals/10-Superstitions-About-White-Cats 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

I'm a Shane Dawson Fan-Girl (Just a Random, Silly Entry)







Okay, I realize that I've been posting a lot of Shane Dawson videos on Twitter, Facebook, etc., but I LOVE HIM! If he would ask me to marry him, I totally would! πŸ‘°πŸ» He’s funny, has a big heart, and loves Taco Bell. We’re meant to be! (and I sound like a stalker but I don’t care)…Don’t judge me, lol! πŸ˜„ Don't worry, once my 2 online classes start, my Youtube obsession will ease up.  πŸ™‚ 


Saturday, August 13, 2016

Wonderland Camp, August 2016







Last week, I had lots of fun at Wonderland Camp! I hung out with my friends: Brittany, Lexi, Becky, Emma, Ally, and Dustin. I also made new friends: Kate, Shelby, Anyssa, Kayla, and TT. My cabin was PHA. On Sunday, the fun begun. After dinner, I went on a golf cart ride with Dustin around camp. It was cool! I've always wanted to ride that thing and after all of these years, I finally asked! Later that evening, we had a pool party and a campfire. I went to the the splash pad with Brittany; laughing, relaxing, getting soaked, and beating the heat. Then, we ate gloriously sweet s'mores. 

On Monday, it rained a little in the morning so we had inside activities. Brittany painted my nails red and brown with glitter. They were very pretty. I also played 'carnival games' and won a cool looking pencil and a mini eraser. The weather cleared up that afternoon and we went to the splash pad until dinner time. For the evening activity, we went on a 'lion hunt' (the week's theme was Welcome to the Jungle). The 'lion hunt' was basically mini games around camp. It was cute.    

On Tuesday, we had archery. I got an arrow on the bulls eye and another on a box. Then, we had arts and crafts and we tie-dyed our camp shirts. I tie-dyed my shirt with dark purple and Peter Pan green. I liked it. After lunch, we went on the boat. I didn't fall asleep but it was so relaxing. Later, for evening activity, we had 'camp court'. The camp counselors had to follow certain silly rules all day like wearing lime green or not blinking. The campers had to decide if they were innocent or guilty of not following the rules (they're always found guilty, fyi). When they're found guilty, they have to do a challenge to get out of the "punishment". If they fail the challenge (and they always do, lol), the campers get to "punish" them by throwing ice water on their heads or pies in their faces. It's funny! 

Now, are you ready for a even more hilarious story? After the evening activity, Brittany, Kate, and I decided to go on a walk to the outside chapel before bed. We were talking and listening to music when Kate heard something moving in the woods. She exclaimed, "What was that?"  The three of us jumped but Brittany and I laughed it off. Then, as we continued walking down the path, we suddenly smelled a skunk. We all looked at each other and I was thinking, "Oh crap."  Brittany said, "No, no, no!" Then, without another thought, Brittany turned up the speed on my wheelchair and we ran back to our cabin, screaming like banshees. When we got in the door, we had a good laugh.    

On Wednesday, we had music. We danced with ribbons. It probably looked goofy but it was a blast. For rec, we hung out in our cabin and built a fort out of blankets. It was awesome. During rest time, I hung out with Brittany and Kate on the swing by the dinning hall. The swing ended up being where our cabin picture was taken that day. Then, Shelby and I went to the splash pad until talent show practice. Later that evening, the talent show finally began. I sang "The Vacation Song" by Shane Dawson. Yes, I actually sang a Shane Dawson song at Wonderland. It was bound to happen sooner or later (lol). The talent show was funny, exciting, and adorable. It was a good night. 



On Thursday, we shot bb guns. I didn't hit the target but it was fun. For nature, we made and decorated paper binoculars and looked around the tree house. I then hung out with Kate on our cabin's porch and listened to music until lunch. Then after rest time, Brittany and I chilled at the splash pad until beauty shop time. For beauty shop, Brittany spiked my hair into a Mohawk and put my blue eye shadow on me. For dinner time, our cabin had a special picnic only for us. It was neat. After we all got dressed up, the dance began. I wore my blue and purple top and my black pants and shoes. There were twinkling, colorful lights everywhere and the music boomed like a heartbeat. I danced with all of my friends, especially with Brittany and Lexi. Brittany even took me out of my wheelchair and slow danced with me, which was sweet. I also laughed and sang at the top of my lungs until I almost lost my voice. The night was amazing! 

On Friday, everything seemed bittersweet. I missed my parents but I didn't want to leave my friends. I was ready to sleep in my own room but it felt strange to see everything getting packed up.  Even though everyone hates Fridays, I still knew that it wasn't goodbye. I would back soon for more memories.