Competition central

a.k.a. We need to have our own C&C retreat!

The highlight of this weekend was all the competitions we had! Basketball, cake presentation, potato peeling, etc. The classics were the stork competition, where you stand on one foot and aren't allowed to touch anything with your hands or feet. You ARE allowed to pretend kick other ppl to try and make them lose their balance. Naomi was sabotaged by Kevin, who is a cheater (this was also a theme of the weekend!), and that in combination with a corrupt judge (James, tsk tsk), resulted in Kevin actually winning the stork competition. AHAHahahah. Congratulations, stork king!

We also did the cake/dessert presentation again, where I think Naomi should have won, but it was close. Once again, Kevin cheated by using illegal ingredients. And the funniest competition of all was presented by Jess, who suggested we all stick our arms in the air straight up to see who could keep them like that for the longest. My fingers started to go cold, but I was sticking it out, when the ppl who already lost decided it would be fun to bounce a huge bouncy ball off of us. Ahahahaha, now, when your hands are in the air, there's no defending yourself. It was pretty hilarious. I'll have to post pics later. Once again though, Kevin cheated, so really, I think I should be the winner of this competition. He totally PUSHED MY ARMS DOWN! I know, gasp.

Other highlights include "Holla back girl" ahahahah and the shopping cart move, as well as Laura's shoplifter move. AHahahahah. And Benny politely asking the girls to attempt to be quiet, as our noise travelled not only through OUR cabin walls to outside, but also through THEIR cabin walls INTO their cabin. AHahahahahaha.

I have discovered what a medical romance is, exactly, and let me just say that who KNEW a tan could be described as the colour of nutmeg, that hair could be the colour of fresh corn (how ROMANTIC! AHAHAHAHhaah), and that you could have blocked saliva ducts. Now THAT is an unfortunate unfortunate medical problem. I didn't actually read it, I just looked for classic highlights like the ones above. Ahahahaha. BLOCKED SALIVA DUCTS! OH man. I don't know which is worse...this one with all these cliche lines, or the title of a different story, Baby of Shame. AHAHAHAHA. PLEAAAAAASE, stop the medical romance madness. Ahahahaha. I don't know how you do it, Naoms!

More great learning experiences later! :)