Miriam's Travels

I love traveling, and once every now and then I get to go on another adventure! Read about the latest trips here...

Monday, July 17, 2006

This is my last week in Georgetown, Kentucky. Next stop: Arkadelphia, Arkansas. Where it is going to be hot as anything, and super-humid. Brent, our resident Arkansian has informed us of this. Before I forget, my address in Arkansas is

Miriam Rowe
Centri-Kid Staff
Henderson State University
1100 Henderson Street
Arkadelphia, AR 71999-0001


Georgetown has been cool; lots of fun (and funny!) stuff has happened. This week I have a girl in my Bible study who knows Orlando Bloom.

The other night I sat down at dinner with a group of little girls who were whispering and giggling. I asked to be let in on the secret and they told me that they were trying to figure out a way to get the boys back for picking on them, but they couldn't think of a way to get the boys without touching them, because touching them would give them the cooties.
me *very seriously*: "That would be a horrible thing. Are you girls taking your cootie shots?"
them: "Oh yeah! Definitely! We're not dumb. But even though we do tons of cootie shots it's never enough because the boys get close to us faster than we can do cootie shots!"
me: "Wow. That's pretty hardcore. I haven't had a cootie shot in a while."

At this point I was lectured and berated for waiting so long for a cootie shot. Then the fixed the problem by giving me the "Circle, circle, dot, dot, now you've got your cootie shot!"

I thanked them for taking care of me so well and promised I wouldn't go 12 years without a cootie shot ever again. Then, out of curiosity (and because for some reason every eight year old girl I meet at camp has a boyfriend) I said,
"So I suppose since guys have cooties you girls don't have boyfriends, right?"
girls: "Well.... ... ....SHE does!" and they all started pointing and telling on each other.
me: "So how does that work? If boys have cooties then how can you have a boyfriend?"
girls: "well.... MY man doesn't have any bad stuff- just all other boys."

And that's where this story stops. I couldn't think of anything that wasn't cynical to say after that, so I changed the subject.

Well, it's time for me to go start packing up some stuff so it can get moved. I'm back in Georgia in about three weeks; see some of y'all then!