Ok so some of you know that I hate camping...like a lot! I don't think I have ever had one good experience camping. I have either been attacked by a squad of ADHD mosquitos or bitten by ovedrzealous bees. I have been soaking wet with mud in unimaginable places or burned to a crisp by a powerful sunbeam. It is just not for me. People always tell me I am being silly and that I just need to be one with nature. However I firmly believe that nature would be and is just fine without me.
I can't really pinpoint when my hate/hate relationship with camping developed but I clearly remember the stench of the outhouse and the barely there soap tied in a nylon. I remember the early waking hours and the undercooked food. Rain has also always been present when I insert myself in camping locations and I am pretty sure I spent one full night with a hyper grasshoppper in my panties. You laugh and say that it would be easy to remove the bug but I was too scared to get out of the tent for fear of being eaten by a bear (the bear I heard actually knocked down my sister Sara's tent...I was so close to being a meal!)
Don't get me wrong. I like being outdoors for the most part but my idea of camping is indoor plumbing (aka flushing toilets and a jacuzzi tub preferably located in a master suite at the best hotel money could buy) and nearby shopping.
Why this rant you ask? Well in my eagerness to be a part of my new ward I told the Bishop that I was in Young Womens before and had learned to love the girls and the fun. I even spent about 18 hours at camp last year (after I tried and tried to get my boss to let me work on Canada Day) but was awake most of the night because of the yellow eyes I saw when I went to the potty and when I finally did fall asleep I dreamed that ailens were kidnapping my Beehives and the only way to save them was to bite off the ailen toes. I woke up two hours later with a sore jaw! NO JOKE! Anyhow in my endeavor to be an intregal part of my ward I was called to Young Womens and promptly given the job of Ward Camp Director. Just my freaking luck!!! I will of course keep you posted of my current plan on how to break an arm or leg the first week of July so I will be a no go for camp!
4 comments:
you should just use the ol' "i've come down with some sort of glandular disease" excuse. they can't say no to that!
Oh my gosh Diana, that calling would freak me right out. You'll do great though, just assign everyone else to do all the dirty work and schedule it to be at a cabin and you'll have a super "camp"!
That cracks me up!! I do feel for you, Altough I actually like camping. Maybe we should switch ward jobs. I bet you could handle teaching a bunch of ladies the 4th Sunday of every month!
Hahahaha! Of course you would get that calling! Don't worry, It'll be fun and the girls will love you! BY THE WAY... I saw what you posted on Renee's comments!! Finley is the name Griff and I have picked if we have a boy!!!! So hush! No more mentioning what a great name it is!!! I don't want it to get all popular before I even have my kid!
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