I survived Young Women's Camp! As noted in my previous post, I was not looking forward to it. Not that I don't love the girls, 'cause I do. I guess I just don't love all the inconveniences of trying to live in nature. I did, however, learn a few new skills I had not previously known:
- I learned how to light - and cook on - a propane-fueled camp stove. I somehow became the camp cook (although not previously assigned) so that was a good skill to acquire.
- I learned that a container of wet wipes makes it possible to take a quick "bath" in the privacy of an outhouse.
- I learned the importance of closing the toilet lid and layering it with well-placed, clean toilet paper strips so you have somewhere clean to place your belongings while taking said "bath".
- I learned the art of balancing on one foot while putting on clean underwear and clothes in the outhouse.
I'm thinking Napolean Dynamite would be happy for me knowing that I have skills.
Dixie
7 comments:
Haha!
Glad to hear you survived, Aunt Dixie!
And must say, those are some sweet skillz...
camping skill, right up there with bow hunting skills. I'm just glad you weren't eaten by a liger or a woverine.
I won't comment on your newly acquired hygiene skills ... but lighting a camp stove? Priceless!
i'd love to hear the stories behind the acquiring of said skills!
Congrats on surviving! Looking forward to having Carly come to Utah soon. :)
Ah girls' camp, those were the days! Wasn't it your anniversary one of the years we went and we all did a little song for your MR. and you made him a giant rice krispy kiss? That was a fun year at camp- I never noticed that you weren't a "camper".
Hey, I'm glad you never noticed. I complain for weeks leading up to it, and then the morning we leave I try to put on a brave face for the girls' sake.
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