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So, I don't really know how to say this, but...ummm...I'm an honorary member of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.

And I really don't know how this all happened. Well, I guess I do. I'll try to explain.

Okay, working at a camp I meet a lot of people throughout the year. I mean lots. And I guess if any of us sat down and actually thought about the amount of campers we teach during a year, the number of times we chant the words of boom-chicka-boom, and the numerous nights we come home smelling like campfire, we would all be pretty overwhelmed at the stats.

This week was no different. More schools coming in. More songs to be sung. More knowledge to be imparted. A lady came up to me at breakfast and asked me where the lost and found was located and I answered like usual. Except I thought she looked familiar. Probably just a teacher coming back for another year at camp.

Except she wasn't a teacher. She was a familiar face, though. And it wasn't until my friend (who will remain unnamed for the sheer fact of embarrassment that might be caused from divulging how he knew it was her) pointed out that she was the director of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading squad that I got it. Noted. That's her.

So, I had to tell her. I had to tell the Director that as a child, I thought when people said you could be anything when you grew up, that literally meant anything. I thought you could become a horse, a boy, a teacher, a cheerleader and when my sister and I started receiving a monthly magazine known as Sports Illustrated for Kids (complete with a poster of famous athletes each month) I decided for a brief period in time that I'd like to be a cheerleader. I don't remember how this decision came about for me as a young six year old, but I do know it happened. Through the course of my time at Sky Ranch I believe that morphed into my wanting to become, specifically, a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Thanks to all those campfires where I was asked to display my best high-kick. Sheesh.

So tell her I did. I tried to be cool. I felt a bit awkward, let's be honest. However, we chatted for a brief moment and then I left her to be with her campers for the week. Let her work while she's at work and play while she's at camp.

The morning before they left, I was called into a teacher meeting with a guest that had an issue with their stay. My co-worker Nick and I walked in to the meeting and the director was there. In my mind I was thinking: "What the crap happened to make her stay this bad??? She's not even a teacher with this school!" And then I saw it. A certificate. With my name on it...

All's to say I am now officially an honorary member of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. That's right. Ms. Kelli Finglass offered me a hug, a certificate, and is sending me a "box of goodies" complete with the official pom-poms of the DCC (I can abbreviate it now). And she was really, really nice. Not at all like CMT portrays her to be...

So don't make fun of my coach :)