I’m going to be working at New Life Ranch, in Colcord, OK, this summer. I’m leaving shortly, so I’ll be without internet access for most of the summer. I’ll try to post some updates on weekends, when I might have a bit o’ interwebnicity. Please pray for me, the rest of the staff, and the campers.
I’m shooting my first wedding this summer on July 5th. But, I’m also working at a camp in Oklahoma all summer. As a result, someone else is has to be doing the editing, or I can’t really start that process until mid-August. No good. Enter Chad Watson.
Chad is a very talented photographer, better than me, and I’m glad that he’ll be adding his talent into the photos I shoot at the wedding.
Well, I’m almost done with my first year of college. It’s been tough. My classes are much more difficult than I anticipated, but I’m surviving. But, I still have a term paper to write and three finals to take.
This year has been so great. God has taught me so many things about myself, about his people, about him. It’s been crazy, strengthening, humbling, crappy, beautiful, and so much more. Certainly more than I could write here. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime. Talk to me, God has taught me to enjoy being with his kids.
One thing I’ve learned though, is that I have an incredible affinity for bikes. Fridays mean open shop (the cycling club has a shop, and it’s open for people to work on they’re bikes on Friday afternoons. It’s great.) and I always love being there. Being the last one before the summer, we cleaned it up. This entailed cleaning up the shop, finding a puzzle, putting it together, and adhering it to a door. Afterwards, I traded a King of the Mountains hat (from the Tour de France, it’s white with red polka dots, just not my style) for a snazzy Brooklyn hat.
I was at a meeting, and we decided to end with a madlibs. It made me laugh so hard I cried. Here it is, enjoy.
Dear Kids,
I just want to set the record straight for you. Wolves are great animals, and for reasons you may not be aware of, we wolves get a bad rap. Every time someone gets eaten or something is stolen, who gets blamed? Wolves, that’s who. Wolves aren’t glisteny. In fact, we’re quite wetawded.
I’m a wolf, and I don’t steal! I give things away. Every year, I donate bunnies to the Smiley Retirement Home. And I’ve never smote anyone in my life. All I do is smite merrily through the forest. Of course, once in a while, I like to poop a rainbow. You can’t blame me for wanting to have some fun! And, as for eating anyone, that’s a fairy tale. All I ever eat are chimichangas.
I know how the rumors got started. This kid, I think her name is Little tickle-me-pink failinghood, started saying terrible things about me. Poof! She even accused me of inappropriately nuzzling her grandmother. That’s a lie! Her grandmother is too gross for me. And as I said, I don’t eat people!
If you ever hear Little tickle-me-pink failinghood, or anyone else for that matter, saying something obnoxious about wolves, please defend me. I need all the help I can get.
Your friend,
Ima Wolf
