I just got back from girls camp (and when I say camp, I use the word loosely, as we slept in cabins, cooked in kitchens and had showers and flushing toilets). I was asked to attend by my sisters ward. I think they saw it as a bit of charity work, you know, include the single, looser girl, but I apparently fell for it because I went.
I was suppose to be an assistant camp director. This was a little awkward seeing as how I was caught in limbo between acting like the young women and being an assertive leader. I think the girls saw right through my "respectable adult" facade, because they gave me the "Young at Heart" award ( I didn't realize I was old enough to just be young at heart).
Its been a long time since I had been to girls camp, lots of things have changed. I didn't have to learn how to tie a 5 different knots or dig my own bathroom hole and apparently its not cool anymore to corn row your hair (found that out a little to late). But some things are still the same, boonedoggle key chains are still all the rage, Starbursts still roast over a fire and a riggabamboo is still made by the Princess Pat (I wish her boat would sink already).
Luckily with all the changes and not having the fun of sharpening my knife with a wet stone to kill my own dinner, I was still easily entertained. We went hiking, canoeing, zip lining and had a pretty intense game of "how many pieces of gum can you fit in your mouth."
Now, this was not my first rodeo with this game. I held the record with 17 pieces of Bubbalicious so you could say I went in a little cocky. I am proud to say that I trumped my previous record and set a new personal best with 25! Yes that's right, 25 pieces of bubble gum (did I mention I hate bubble gum). unfortunately, I was beat out by a 14 year old girl who was able to fit in 32 pieces. On her best day (or worst however you view it) she weighs about 97 pounds. COME ON! I out weigh her by like 12 pounds...wet! Like I said, I got cocky.
Ok, it was a little more than a beating, it was an ass whipping. As you know, I'm a little competative and I don't know which is worse, admiting I lost...by a lot... or posting this picture. Either way, now that you know, I don't want to talk about it anymore.
