where do you keep your things

My lunch box contains the following: 2 bottles of nail polish, about 4 or 5 temporary tattoos, a few of my "coffee straws" a ziplock baggie full of migraine pills, a plastic knife, several post it notes with various lists on them, hair elastics, another ziplock baggie full of beads made from shells, one sugar free werthers original, a plastic spoon, a pack of scandanavian hunger control crakers, and some crumbs. Thats a very sad lunch. Its no so much a lunch box anymore, but rather a second sort of purse or carry all bag. I continue to tote this sad excuse of a lunch box to and from work everyday. Each day it seems to acquire another object. I also carry a tote bag full of stuff I never really need to and from work everyday. Today I removed 3 long sleeve shirts, another pair of shoes, some random trash like receipts, a half a bottle of diet dr.pepper, and more stuff I can’t remember at the moment. Its heavy, yet I continue to lug it around. I have a bad case of the ‘what ifs" You know, what if I need to put on a long sleeve shirt because Im cold, and I want to have a few options just in case. Or what if I get bored of the shoes Im wearing and want to have a change. What if I find myslef terribly thirsty and the only thing I have with me is my giant tote bag. I would be covered because I had that extra bottle of something to drink.

I was all over, around, and about, at work today. It makes it hard to remember what happened today at work. I felt like I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

My older sister stopped by at camp to help braid hair for our native american feast. We were seeking that legit look of an authentic native american that wore breads in their hair. Its easy to say we didn’t accomplish that idea. We stuck feathers in the braids too, to make things fun. Many of the campers just ended up looking like chickens. Oh well, the kids enjoyed it, and thats all that matters.

I think Im ending things here tonight.