Sorry about this long delay... I kept bringing up excuses and I eventually got lazy. If you want to read it, then I really appreciate it. Sorry again... I hope to keep posting after this... please if you want me to post more, comment or send me an email to : scott.simpson.scythers@gmail.com with a subject along the lines of "Blog".
17/08/11
Privyet amigo!
I am tired, but I'll try not to forget any details.
So I woke up, took my pills, went to breakfast and then to camp. Michelle and I set up the obstical course and the older boys liked it. The other groups did not seem to enjoy it as much. Also, we could not set up the volley-ball net properly, so we played with the older girls over the soccer net. Good icecream, went for lunch and then put another layer on the piñata then ran with Anya, Mark and Michelle, until it was just Anya and I, then we stopped when I could go no more... she wasn't tired yet! Anya has a large chest cavity ~that sounds SO awkward when I type it, so to clarify, I had meant like how far her rib cage protruded (lung/heart space)~ and therefore, probably large lungs and heart. Oh yes! I received two more crafts, one from Ann ~the Anya from camp~ and one from her brother Arture. The other girl with a learning disability ~I feel insensitive for having put it that way~ is real nice, but has a crush on me, real bad ~I meant it was bad she liked me... even when I told her I had a girlfriend, she didn't give up~.
After running ~back to just after running with Anya~, I "helped" Anya with veggies; she did most of it. ~I~ Tried to have a shower, but things kept popping up.
Had supper, then we shared how we were blessed so far this week. Answers went along the line of: nice team, good cook, bathroom, kids sharing, lots of kids sharing our testimonies ~not sure what I meant by that~. When Anya said hers though, she said she wanted to be like us. I knew then I had to pray with her.
We ~Marina and I~ taught the team "shta" (which means what in Russian), but Robert and Anya didn't want to.
Later, Sergey and I walked Karina and Anya home, all four of us prayed for the team and for Anya.
Came home to the fly trap :P.
Good night syaoran.
-Scott Scott Simpson ~second part signed~
17/08/11
Privyet amigo!
I am tired, but I'll try not to forget any details.
So I woke up, took my pills, went to breakfast and then to camp. Michelle and I set up the obstical course and the older boys liked it. The other groups did not seem to enjoy it as much. Also, we could not set up the volley-ball net properly, so we played with the older girls over the soccer net. Good icecream, went for lunch and then put another layer on the piñata then ran with Anya, Mark and Michelle, until it was just Anya and I, then we stopped when I could go no more... she wasn't tired yet! Anya has a large chest cavity ~that sounds SO awkward when I type it, so to clarify, I had meant like how far her rib cage protruded (lung/heart space)~ and therefore, probably large lungs and heart. Oh yes! I received two more crafts, one from Ann ~the Anya from camp~ and one from her brother Arture. The other girl with a learning disability ~I feel insensitive for having put it that way~ is real nice, but has a crush on me, real bad ~I meant it was bad she liked me... even when I told her I had a girlfriend, she didn't give up~.
After running ~back to just after running with Anya~, I "helped" Anya with veggies; she did most of it. ~I~ Tried to have a shower, but things kept popping up.
Had supper, then we shared how we were blessed so far this week. Answers went along the line of: nice team, good cook, bathroom, kids sharing, lots of kids sharing our testimonies ~not sure what I meant by that~. When Anya said hers though, she said she wanted to be like us. I knew then I had to pray with her.
We ~Marina and I~ taught the team "shta" (which means what in Russian), but Robert and Anya didn't want to.
Later, Sergey and I walked Karina and Anya home, all four of us prayed for the team and for Anya.
Came home to the fly trap :P.
Good night syaoran.
-Scott Scott Simpson ~second part signed~
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