Ahh, the Tropics!

Next week, I'm going away to a tropical paradise! Well, in a manner of speaking . . .

I've been asked to come up to the district campground for Family Camp and "host" one of the missionary cabins for an "open house" afternoon. I'm going to be in the "tropical" cabin, which is decorated with a palm tree theme, pictures of sandy beaches, and silk birds-of-paradise flowers. I'm looking forward to the rest and relaxation of being on the quiet campground; I hope to get a lot of work done while I'm there. I've been told that I'm even allowed to use the camp pool, which will be an unexpected treat. Even though the open house is only on Tuesday, I'll be up at the camp most of the week to hear the speakers at Family Camp. Who knows, I may be even be able to make some good contacts with pastors there, too!

Comments

Anonymous said…
family camp- paradise- are we talking about the same place that grows its very own terradactal(sp) form of mosquito? That has clouds of nats known to carry away small children? Where fireworks come in the form of transformer boxes exploding from lightning strikes?Where the black ants are so big they go CRUNCHHH when you step on them?
Even so, my most fond memories of childhood are of Potomac Park Camp and I wouldnt trade them for all the paradises in the world.
ENJOY yourself!
10:32 PM
Anonymous said…
oops, forgot the
momabeam
10:32 PM
Anonymous said…
you know, its lonely out here, could yall just at least say Amen or somethig to let us know you are still reading along?
momabeam
(sorry, my confinement has made me cranky)
11:38 PM
Ariel Rainey said…
Janice, believe me, I feel your frustration :) If it makes you feel better, a lot of people read the blog, they just let you do all their talking, haha.
2:27 PM
Anonymous said…
well you know me, i'll do it til someone tells me to shut up
momabeam
2:59 PM
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