Friday, June 17, 2005

I'M BACK FROM GIRLS' CAMP! Not that anyone noticed i was gone

I just returned from girls' camp. I would post a picture but all you need to know is that my face is red and my hair is curly--several days of detoxifying non-showering was liberating for my wayward, sultry waves. It was actually not cold and snowy. I think the distribution center started that 24 degree rumor in order to boost sales of thermal garments. There was some snow , and it was cold at night--but I had no need for the snow pants I had packed. Unfortunately, I had packed little else. You should know that my ward is still there. It doesn't end until Saturday. What troopers. But our freezer at home only holds so many pre-cooked, balanced meals and snacks and the edge of the bed only had room for a few outfits for me to lay out for Christian before I left so it was essential that I come home and resume the cooking of meals and snacks and the laying out of clothing before disaster ensued.

Anyway, girls' camp provided the context and circumstances for me to do some things that I wouldn't normally do. Here are some of them:

Play Red Rover

Eat vegetables as snacks

Listen (sans eye-rolling) to much harmony, Broadway, and Disney singing

Comment on the beauty of my surroundings

Say "Awesome!" with no trace of sarcasm or irony

Give hugs

Change my clothes non-chalantly in front of teenage girls and other women as if I had played sports or lived in dorms or as if my life were just one great big girly sleepover that I am totally comfortable with even though it isn't. . . and I'm not

Cheer enthusiastically

Feel happy to see Spanish Fork

Wear my sister's husband's thermals--I'm not saying I didn't' like it, just that I wouldn't normally do it

I did miss my blog but it was nice to see some of my blogmates' counterparts at camp. This reminded me of home, and of blogs. It was interesting to deal with actual people, rather than blogs of people. For example, I had the opportunity (while brushing my teeth wearing a headlamp) to hear about the vacation of Rivers is My Hero from the mother of Rivers is My Hero. I could compare and contrast the account she gave with the account given on Rivers' blog and then come to some conclusion about which form of communication I prefer, but it's a fruitless exercise and one not all together fair to the mother of Rivers is My Hero because when I was talking to her I was surrounded by filth and I' sure she would agree with me that there's no where we would have rather been than at home surfing the internet far away from the sewage-soaked cement floors and feces-smeared stalls that constitute the "biffy."

A few other blogmate related highlights:

Wow, Gretchen was the prom queen! (And she likes country.)

Ilse normally has to be home by 11, except on special occasions, such as prom, when she has NO CURFEW.

Sister Morrisse totally kills on guitar. At one point, her fingers were actually smoking. If she were my mom, I would take her everywhere with me and show her off.

And on a completely unrelated note, on the way home from camp I listened to a story on NPR about bushmen and while I wish bushmen well and feel for their plight I just have to say that they kind of bug me. I mean--I hope this doesn't have some kind of awful racial implication (and I realize that it probably does)--I just don't think I could take any hunter/gatherer seriously.

So I'm home, I'm blogging again and seriously, it's awesome.

22 comments:

  1. Let me say that my account of my vacation was the truth and nothing but the truth, so there was nothing to contrast. And who told you about Ilse?

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  2. I'm pretty sure I never ate vegetables as snacks when I went to girls' camp. It was generally more along the lines of Doritos and candy. But that's when I was a girl. Maybe the leaders were off eating vegetables without telling us about it.

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  3. I've never seen Alex's mom play guitar. She must be awesome, since Alex is so good that when I watch him it's like watching Jimmy Page play: A skinny guy with his shirt wide open and long hair rotating his hips suggestivly. That's Alex for you!

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  4. At scout camp what you call the, "biffy" is known as the "kybo" and they sing songs about it. "One by one we're having some fun in the kybo, all day and all through the night. Two by two..." you get the picture. I'm not sure where on the scale of human evolution "singing songs about the toilet" falls, but I imagine it's just after "monkey picks up bone to use as a weapon".

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  5. Welcome back to civilization! We missed you.

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  6. The scene: Somewhere in London, the weather: perfect, the players: The "Every Day I Write the Book" fan club, the event: or should I say THE Event: Birthday 2005. (Insert Monster Truck rally echo here. . .) Let us be the first to wish you Happy Birthday my dear. We love you

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  7. Ignore that man behind the curtain and while you're at it, ignore the time on that last comment, it really is your birthday here and there. How does one adjust the time on a comment? It's 7:33 AM here, 12:33 AM--all my plans to really be the first to wish you HB have gone astray. Now I begin to wonder if the people we hired to short sheet your bed and put honey and silly string on your toilet seat will show up. (There's someone I know in the hood who specializes in that. . .)

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  8. Thanks Julie. I still haven't figured out the whole time difference thing--but I trust you.

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  9. Happy Bithday and Welcome Home! While girl's camp gives my an abreviated case of the willies, it would have been *awesome* to have been there with you. We would have been able to compare blodder notes and clandestine photos...

    I'm just glad my life can get back to normal now: talking to you 6 times a day and keeping you up until 1.30 am eating leftovers and treats.

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  10. Hi Kacy

    When I was in the bishopric we visited the girls at camp, and they did this wacky game where they put make-up on us. Did you play that game? Huh? How about that game? It's awesome!

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  11. We didn't play that game, but we did do all sorts of wacky stuff and last year we made our bishopric dress like pirates--which I'm sure they thought was awesome.

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  12. While you may have been neutral re: the wearing of my husband's thermals, I know for a fact that he was somewhat in favor of it. What this means, I do not know. I'm proud of you for hugging people. And for wearing a head lamp.

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  13. You left food and clothing for me? I'm so bad at this single parent thing that I totally missed it and wasted all of those hours on gourmet meals and dressing myself. Crap!

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  14. I don't know about the meals--except when we went with Christian and the kids to the crab shack--but it was obvious that he was dressing himself. He has his father's fashion sense. Thanks for coming back, Kacy.

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  15. Look, I gave myself a "pitcher of a Horses head". Like it?

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  16. I know you're busy and stuff, but can you spend a moment and blog about something? You can tell people how funny I am or how fascinating my conversation is...anything! Just blog already!

    And I'm disappointed that my profile photo does not show up on your "comments" page but it does on your "make a comments page"...

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  17. Amen to Carrie Ann. It's defeating to get my hopes up for a new post 30, 40, even 200 times a day and just be teased with "I'm back!"

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  18. Welcome back!

    Girls camp. Yipes, Our starts Tuesday!

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  19. Are you and Christian going for a record or something? You could even write a joint post explaining what is so darn important that it's keeping your family away from blog world. We just miss you...that's all.

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  20. What about MY fingers on the guitar. I feel completely left out and I doubt that you'll ever even notice this post. So who is rivers is my hero and do Gretchen and Ilse blog as well. I'm telling you, this is like some secret world of pleasure and fun that everyone has been hiding from me....

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  21. I didn't comment on your guitar-playing fingers because I simply never saw them--they were going so fast! But at one point you took on the countenance of Eddie Van Halen, if it makes you feel better.

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  22. Ahhh, Eddie Van HAlen, sweet. You're back on my good list :-)

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