Showing posts with label Girl's Camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girl's Camp. Show all posts
Monday, July 18, 2011
Give Me Silly String or Give Me Death, or Send Me to Girl's Camp or Maybe to Bed
Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to camp I go. So basically, I was going to have some things ready to post while I was gone. But since it is midnight and I am just packing, that ain't gonna happen. I do have to give a 5 minute talke on "motherhood matters" while at camp which I still haven't written because that is like so tomorrow. I did ask my children at the dinner table last night what I should say. My 10 year-old son said, "Take out a can of silly string and spray it all over and then say, 'Do you want a mom like this, or a mom that says go to your bedroom and die!'" (Okay totally not sure if I did the whole quotation within a quotation thing right but I'm not looking at my ELANG 325 notes right now and nobody's grading me, right? Right???) So for all four of you who read my blog, you could read another masterpiece like War and Peace or June B. Jones instead. Or, you could just eat chocolate.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Girl's Camp
I have been getting ready for Girl's Camp. Mostly I have been doing this by not showering, wearing my hair in a pony-tail, burning dinner and making s'mores every day over the stove.
What do I remember from my girl's camp days? I remember the year the theme was fairy tales and our ward chose The Three Little Pigs. I remember the young women leader who brought up real pigsnouts, because her husband was a butcher, and frosted them with pink frosting--they looked like those yummilicious, pink sugar cookies you get at the gas station or the store that you might as well glue to your butt because that's where they're going to end up if you put them in your mouth--then she gave them to us as we returned from our 5 mile hike. I remember dressing up like a tree and thinking I was pretty funny and catching pollywogs in my messkit--no I did not eat them. I also remember standing on top of Sunset Peak during stormy weather and thinking it was so cool that everyone's hair was standing straight up. Yes, those were days never to be forgotten.
Unfortunately, I will not be taking pigsnouts, pigtails, or pigfeet to camp because my husband works with papers and numbers which are not fun to frost. So during my no showering, s'more engoring week, I made these cute little cards that can be used for starting fires or smashing bugs.
What do I remember from my girl's camp days? I remember the year the theme was fairy tales and our ward chose The Three Little Pigs. I remember the young women leader who brought up real pigsnouts, because her husband was a butcher, and frosted them with pink frosting--they looked like those yummilicious, pink sugar cookies you get at the gas station or the store that you might as well glue to your butt because that's where they're going to end up if you put them in your mouth--then she gave them to us as we returned from our 5 mile hike. I remember dressing up like a tree and thinking I was pretty funny and catching pollywogs in my messkit--no I did not eat them. I also remember standing on top of Sunset Peak during stormy weather and thinking it was so cool that everyone's hair was standing straight up. Yes, those were days never to be forgotten.
Unfortunately, I will not be taking pigsnouts, pigtails, or pigfeet to camp because my husband works with papers and numbers which are not fun to frost. So during my no showering, s'more engoring week, I made these cute little cards that can be used for starting fires or smashing bugs.
If you know any young women who would enjoy some cute flyswatters, please feel free to copy.
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