It's A Hot Summer. . . .

My summer has kicked off! I've started my summer at the MLS soccer camp, a travelling soccer camp with professional foreign coaches. And let me stress the word, "foreign."
The coaches are staying at my grandma and grandpa Fenstermaker's house for the week. You know, they're providing a place to sleep and shower, and dinner occasionally. That's the only reason that I'm doing this soccer camp, because with each coach you house, you get one free week of camp.
I was skeptical about it at first, because I've never played soccer seriously before. My mom finally convinced me with the "opportunity" trick. Sunday night, I was chilling at home, just getting ready to head on over to Gramma and Grampa's house for dinner. Suddenly, Mom gets a call from Gramma saying that the coaches are here.

"Where are they from?"

My mom listens for the answer, and then asks again.

"About how old are they?"

My mom nods. "So. . . Brittish guys in their med-twenties?"

I about freaked out. Seriously? Brittish guys in their twenties?

Sure enough, when I went over for dinner at grandma's house that night, there were four smoking hot Brittish guys with crazy-awesome Northern accents. It was hard to even talk to them! My huge family, plus the coaches, all had dinner and played a fun game of soccer. It was sooooo much fun!

No, seriously, some of those coaches are the cutest boys I've ever seen in real life. He's tan with dark brown hair, really toned, and of course there's that wonderful accent.

Soccer camp officially started this morning, I didn't get the cutest coach, but it was okay, because we had a lot of fun. We played a lot of fun games, and had a really good time. I'm excited to go back tomorrow.

Sooo. . . . I finally got a good amount of sleep. I was actually able to wake up at seven-thirty this morning, without being tired, or hitting my alarm clock. We'll see how well this goes for the rest of the summer. . .

We're going to have a hot dog roast tonight at my grandparent's house. . . with the coaches!