My sister got married last Saturday.

We did not. 

The stranger in my bed.

I am sooooo tired. A restless Saturday night has left me catching up on desperately chasing after lost sleep. Although, I will say, it might have been worth it. I can't believe I just said that. Because, all in all, it was absolutely terrible. And absolutely unplanned. Most definitely unplanned. But I did do something that I have have never done before. Thus, qualifying it to be on the list of 2010. I mean, how many people can say that they woke up with a scorpion in their bed?

Yes, your eyes did not deceive you.

#10 of 20: I got stung by a scorpion. In my bed.

And I am not just playing that whole fortune cookie "read your fortune out loud and follow it with 'in bed'" game. There actually was a scorpion in my bed. It stung me. That woke me up. I'm talking I went flying out of bed at 3am from the shock and the pain. And then I frantically shifted through my bed linens to find the little creature that was the source of my mind (and body) numbing pain. When I saw a scorpion lying on my duvet like it was no big deal, I nearly passed out. But nearly passing out is not enough to keep someone from grabbing a paper towel, grabbing the scorpion and flushing it down the toilet. So that is what I did. Had it not been 3am and had my hand and arm not been throbbing, I would have grabbed my camera and taken a picture of little Mr. Not welcome in my bed. I do have a blog, after all. But instead of taking a picture, I went with the whole flush down the toilet game plan and then I followed it up by googling "scorpion first aid". Turns out, all you can do it but ice on it and take an aspirin. So made a bag of ice and while I had my non-stung hand in the freezer, my mom (who is in town for my sister's wedding) cracks open the bedroom door* and then quickly closes it and goes back to bed. I started to cry. I was tired. In tremendous pain. I was sufficiently freaked out. AND my mom didn't love me enough to help. When she heard me crying, she came back to the living room. Her response to me telling her that I got stung by a scorpion was "There aren't scorpions in Florida."  Wrong. So wrong. There are indeed scorpions in Florida. There was one in my bed.

*She alleges that she thought someone was breaking in and when she saw that it was "just" me, she went back to bed.

Dobry Den

I know, I know. I am a bit late in posting. But in the epic battle of Meghan v. Jet Lag, jet lag won. Now that I feel like a relatively functioning human, here is a little update on the quest to complete 20 new things in 2010. My most recent addition:

#9 of 20: Check out what the fuss in Prague is all about.

And here are just a few things that I did in the Czech Republic. 

I taught this guy how to blow glass.

I went to Terezin. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. It still makes my heart hurt to think about it.

I ate gelato (a lot). I was on an endless quest for Nutella gelato. I failed.

I watched the World Cup. Here. Right in the middle of the Old Town Square.

I went to see Swan Lake. By myself. I am a really good date. I snapped a picture on my way. (Had to prove I was in Prague.)

This also proves that I was there. Just a little view from a castle. NBD.

And for the record, I still have not lived down the fact that while we were in the Tallahassee airport, I said, "I am so hot, I can't wait to get to Europe."  I was definitely referring to the scorching temps. Others thought I meant that my pilates class has been paying off....

Those dog days of summer....

As you likely know, I am halfway through completing #9 of 20. There will be a full report on that when I get back. But to hold you over, here is a little series dedicated to my dear friends Julia and Angie. It is just a little something that I like to call "The Dogs of Prague".

Just a hint.

I am staying here.

Well, in this city, not that castle. But if they happen to have a room, I may be making alternate plans....

Too hot too handle. Yes, I just said that.

Check out that temp. That is just wrong. I have to get out of Florida. The heat is driving me crazy. For the safety of those around me, I am going to bounce. Expect a full report on where I've been when I get back.

It's that time again.

Well, I can't guarantee that there will be much blogging around these parts this week. We are busy. It is time for the most awesome annual summer camp in the whole wide world. That's right people. It is time for Camp Greene.

Breakfast for dinner is the only way to go. As are chocolate chip pancakes. Dinner is even better when the camper makes it. Don't worry, there was moderate adult supervision.

   

See, this looks supervised.  

        

All of those pancakes made one tired camper. Or laughing camper. Maybe that was the chai latte. Yes, chai lattes are standard at Camp Greene. What did you expect from the Greene Girls? We are bigger fans of resorts than camps. 

Well, while we are busy over here, you can catch this camper's mom as she blogs from the road. With a bus full of teenagers. Pray for her and them. And read what they are up to.