So anyways, I'm back from girlz camp. And I'm on my way to Lake Powell.
Jimmy Stewart was right. It's a wonderful life.
(Ironically, I've always wanted to smack people around who use that word. It's so . . . yesteryear, you know? And yet I subscribe to the theory of if you've got it, flaunt it. So I've got a wonderful life. What are you gonna do? Sue me?)
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, but I've been waiting for my ex-door neighbor, Martha to comment. SNIFF. It's kinda hard to move on without Martha. You get me? Somehow she's got it in her little head that my readers don't want to hear about her life anymore. Raise your hand if you want to hear about Martha's life!
Okay, so girlz camp with the Sponge Bob ward was A. MAZE. ING. Lubbed every single minute of it. Except for the time I made the camp director's hub use a swear word after I got the ropes caught in the prop while boating.
"Are there any adults on this boat" thoughtful pause "besides dummy" deep sigh "who can keep the ropes out of the prop?" said the camp director's hub.
(btw, my sister was the camp director. You do the math.)
Apparently prop is boat-talk. For propeller. But how was I supposed to know that? I went ahead and crossed my heart and hoped to die and pinky promised I would stick a thousand needles in my eye if I got the ropes caught in the prop.
In my own defense, I honestly didn't see a single prop.
Also in my own defense, and taking Monty Python's advice to always look on the bright side, at least I didn't get the ropes caught in the stage set or the costumes.
Am I right, or am I right?
Speaking of stage set and costumes . . . since our girlz camp was at Snow Canyon in St. George, and our theme was Faith, Not Fear, we took our girlz to the Tuacahn amphitheatre to see Tarzan.
O. M. GOSH. Best play EVAH! You must go see this play if you're within a state or two. YES, it was wonderful, but it was also SPECTACULAR. And TREMENDOUS.
The play opens up with 10 words wafting through the air on a wing and a prayer
"Put your faith in what you most believe in."
These words linger in the air for one magical moment, giving you chicken skin and making you think deep thoughts about what you most believe in . . .
And then Tarzan swings out of the sky and the word biceps comes to mind. You suddenly realize you most believe in biceps.
hee hee hee
Just joshin peeps. I could care less about biceps. Seriously! I'm an ole' lady.
But anyways, girls camp truly was da bombdiggity. I didn't even mind the time the fox jumped up on our table or the time the priesthood discovered all the black widows under our picnic tables because it was literally the tail end of the very last night and we were so outta there already.
Ignorance truly is bliss when it comes to black widows.
I took nearly a thousand photos because it was so breathtakingly bee-U-tiful.
And it was nonstop fun. Everyone got crazy and silly and sappy ( . . . which we all know equals downright spiritual.) There was no drama or contention or cat fighting or whining or complaining. Everyone was too busy working together.
hee hee hee (I just made that up. Because I could. And because my sis doesn't have a bossy bone in her body).
Girlz camp in the Sponge Bob ward was just like being in High School Musical.
It was all about being together, together, together everyone!
OMGOSH, I am so out of time. I'm just going to have to up-chuck a bunch of highlights unto the page. (And yes, DeNae, I meant to say unto rather than onto. LY!)
First, you wanna see what I look like all red-faced and sweaty with no make-up?
Okay, I will now attempt to rush through the remaining highlights: