You have been waiting with bated breath for the answer to
"Where in the world is Chase?"
There can only be one answer.
There can only be one winner.
Chase was at Basketball Camp in Durham , NC.
The Home of the Blue Devils.
(I am not sure why he chose to wear RED today. He has 500 Duke shirts. Why Red?)
Jamie at Choosing My Own was the first to answer correctly.
She is the winner.
She will receive one of these.
A Duke tennis visor.
I tried to increase the value of your prize by getting it signed, but .....well ...
It. did. not. happen.
It's the thought that counts, right?
(Brittany...you are his cousin... you knew...you cheated...I am calling you on it!)
Sorry girls, Jamie was first.
Four of you guessed UNC.
THAT university is found in North Carolina.
Just not on THIS blog!
One of you guessed ECU.
Another great guess.
That would have made a closer commute.
By my calculations it would have saved me roughly $2, 432 on gas this week.
Two of you guessed both UNC and DUKE.
Are you always that decisive?
Because we would get along great in real life.
I am a fence rider too.
There were two of you that just blew me away with your guesses.
(Why do I not know your name MFD? Do you have one?)
Rachel guessed UCLA.
Motherhood for Dummies guessed BYU.
North Carolina is on the EAST coast.
UCLA is on the WEST coast.
BYU is close to the WEST coast.
I was freaked out over my 12 year old going to camp a few hours away.
My freak would have really been on if my child was in another state.
No one wants to see that.
It would not be pretty.
Chase had a wonderful time.
The best of his life he says.
He had a heaping bag of laundry for me when I arrived this morning.
I can't complain though.
I expected to walk into his dorm room and start picking up, and packing his things.
I was greeted by a suitcase, a duffel bag , a bag of dirties, and a pillow.
The sheets had been stripped off the bed.
Dirty clothes were amazingly put in the laundry bag.
The drawers were already emptied.
His clothes were in the suitcase.
He had done it all.
Without my help.
I did not have to do a thing.
Well, except tote the blasted luggage, and laundry bag, and pillow down three flights of stairs and across two streets, and two parking lots.
That was to be expected.
ME being the Mom and all.
This growing up thing.
It might not be so bad.