Last week of Work/Flugtag

The last week of work went well. Not much to report besides getting thrown in the lake by a 17 year old lifeguard... twice. They were both my fault, the first time I sank his shirt in the lake and the second time I formed an alliance with a 10 year old girl who had a grudge because he threw her in the Lagoon and when we went to splash him with water he threw me in.
The best part was on the last day of camp, I had two little friends (being about 21 years old) come to camp just to try and throw me in. I found my fight in me, and basically won that fight. I kicked one guy in the chest, just as an example. When I took off my uniform (because it was wet), someone put it in the freezer. I took it out and let it thaw, and went on my break. When I came back, it was gone... THis is what Agustin did with it (it's frozen solid):

Thank you for that.
Lucie was in the middle of this whole conspiracy, so when her mom brought her 2 spare shirts just in case I made to freeze them both. So technically I got the last laugh.
Saturday we went to Flugtag. What is Flugtag, you ask? It is an excuse to watch people be idiots, basically. But it was awesome. People would build floats and launch them off a 30 foot pier, in an effort to see if "Red Bull gives you wings". All the people in charge were high... it did NOT raise my intelligence level at all. However, there were some pretty interesting floats, my favorite was of Obama:

They also had T-Shirts:

Bama got Flap.

Family Reunion 2010

So it was a few weeks ago, but I decided to wait until I had gotten the pictures from Mom's camera to talk about the reunion. It was in Charleston, UT... a suburb of Midway, which doesn't have too much population to begin with. So we were pretty much on our own. I liked it.
The reunion started on a Friday, and began with Grandpa's activity- a Square Dance.

 

We let him take his "rightful" place as DJ.

The next morning we went tubing down Provo Canyon River... it was the coldest water I think I've ever felt. It was 45 degrees... holy cow. And there were redneck locals dumping buckets of water on us!!! ugh... some people.

Ignore the unsightly bandage on my chin.

Katie and I tied our tubes together, and took way too long to get down the ice-water because we kept hitting the trees on the side. But we were enjoying ourselves haha.
Afterwards, we acted like children who had never experienced warmth and piled in the hot tub at the house... As many as we could. The water was nasty and only halfway full by the time we got out:

Sunday, we went to Grandma and Grandpa's ward in Orem. Of course it was the week of a missionary's homecoming, and of course Grandpa had already asked the Sedgwicks to sing a musical number. Coincidence? With Grandpa, anything's possible. After that, we went to the self-proclaimed "Smithsonian of the West", in Charleston Utah. This pretty much sums it up.

After all the excitement was over, it was time for family pictures. We got some pretty good ones.

(Jared in the background)

We had a talent show, and I did my card trick. I knew if I didn't have something planned then I would get called on anyways... so luckily Alex taught me that trick at work just prior.
Monday we did miscellaneous activities, such as jet skiing and playing cards with the cousins.
Overall, I loved the reunion. It was a ton of fun, and I got to know my cousins a lot better than I seem to normally in a reunion.

The Day Prop 8 was overturned/I broke my Face

Yesterday was not a good day, as days go.
I woke up that morning, feeling like P. Diddy (the younger crowd will get that...), and even biked to work. I thought yesterday was going to be a great day. The only incident was when I got mad at a male coworker for giving some kids sweet tea. But I thought that was just common sense (no offense, Jason).
Then I got a text from Brandon saying "Oh by the way, a federal judge ruled Prop 8 unconstitutional and overruled it". I felt like I got punched in the stomach. We had fought for Prop 8 TWICE... to keep it the way it was. Now this judge decided that what we thought was unconstitutional, and took away our basic democratic right. It's like when a kid asks you a question and when you answer they say, "Well how do YOU know?" Kid. Why are you going to ask us if you don't trust our answer?
So I was kind of out of it, so I decided to get in the water. Of course, all the boys between the ages of 7 and 10 immediately started jumping on me and stuff. To get the new counselor in the water wet and stuff. So I played around until they started grabbing onto my bathing suit and stuff. Then I got out. As soon as I got out this kid Zack (who I actually like, he's a cool kid) grabbed my hat off my head and ran back into the water. I ran after him, and did this flying dive into the water right on top of him. It was epic. He was under the water, so i just pushed him down under more and grabbed my hat from him. Everyone said they had never seen me move that fast at work. So I was all proud of myself like "YEAH! No one steals my hat!" When... he did it again. So I dropped my towel and jumped in again. This time it went all wrong. Either I was later jumping in, or he came up earlier than before, because as I was about to hit the water I had time to see his head come up and think "Oh, shoot." Bam. Collision. I had some searing pain in my chin, and immediately brought my hand up to it. When I brought my hand away, there was a little bit of red in the water, so I asked the counselors on the sand to tell me if I was bleeding. When I lifted my head up, they all gasped. That, and the pain, and the blood, got to me. I started crying, no matter how hard I tried to hold it in. People were asking what I was going to do, and I couldn't really talk because my throat was totally closed. Agustin grabbed my arm as I was walking back to the rec room and asked me what happened and I told him, "Sorry I'm just starting to cry right now." Luckily, he spared me his sarcasm and let me cry. I tried not to make a scene though, which is why I'm glad my sunglasses are so big.
We got into the room, and Hector and Agustin sat me down and told me to lift up my chin so they could see it. However, as soon as I did they told me to put it right back down because it opens up the cut when I stretch it. Then all the other counselors came in, and wanted to see it. So I had a bunch of people squatting at my feet looking up at my chin and saying "Ewwww!" But they got a butterfly bandage and a bandaid on it, and I took some Advil. Maybe it jolted my brain a little bit, because I couldn't really talk that well. And it hurt REAL bad.
When I got to the office, they told me I should go into the walk-in clinic and get it checked out in case I needed stitches. Nuh uh nooooo way sir. But, I decided to go get it checked out. After I walked Murphy. I had my priorities straight. My boss said we shouldn't be so rough with the kids. Dude, the kid was fine. The kids shouldn't be so rough with US!
I got a ride home (because I didn't want to bike), and took Murph out for a walk. Brandon called me and asked where I was right then, and I said "Walking Murphy." He didn't like that. He said "Camille Murphy, listen. Put the dog back, and go get your chin checked out." But I didn't listen to him, and kept walking the dog. But it was only a short walk. Then I decided to accept my fate.
Nicole (my boss) called the walk-in clinic ahead of time, and so I thought I would have a quick wait. I mean, it was KIND of quick... an hour. Then they brought me in, and took off the bandage. When the nurse didn't say anything bad about it, I got really optimistic and hoped it wouldn't need stitches. She said the doctor would be in soon. I was laying there texting when the doctor walked in. He took one look and said "Yep, that'll need stitches." My heart sank. They didn't even give me time to call someone! Honestly, the hardest part was getting the shots for Novacaine... My eyes watered. Then after that I just had to keep my eyes shut so I didn't see the thread moving in and out of my chin. Then I was done! I honestly never thought I would have to get stitches by myself... the last time I got stitches I was 5 and my mom held me. And I remember that!
I went to Yogurtland afterwards, and everyone wondered what happened. So I retold the story. I might say that I was jumping in to save the kid's life, and even though I hurt myself in the process he's ok. Because this story's really lame.

So, there you go. 4 stitches in my chin, I'll have a nice little scar. It doesn't hurt too much right now. I"m more mad at those stupid federal judges. All the people who opposed it celebrated in really classy ways, like getting drunk. That makes even more sense. Anyway, I'm fine!