So, this marks the end of the Week of Girls Camp and the beginning of a new, possibly less crazy week. Possibly. Girls Camp reaffirmed my beliefs that:
1) I am, indeed, allergic to nature. Mainly in the physical sense of sniffing, sneezing and general itchiness. But I also just don't enjoy the outdoors that much. This has not changed since I was a teen. It probably never will.
2) I am, indeed, the most accident-prone person known to man. Our campsite had quite uneven terrain, and with my high-quality walking skills, you can imagine how that turned out. I just discovered a new fist-sized bruise on my leg today.
The sad part is I have no idea which of my accidents caused the bruise. It's like on one of those trashy TV shows where (through a DNA test) a woman learns which of a long line of men is indeed the father of her child. "Ray, you're not the father. Angelo, you're not the father. RJ, you're not the father..."
With accidents, I have had multiple partners.
Additionally, I hit my head on the camp's makeshift waterslide, burned myself on a hot marshmallow roaster, and got seven bug bites. Oh yeah, and lest I forget the piece de resistance....
Huh. Okay, so the picture I wanted included a rock climbing wall in the background, but oh well. This is a picture of Kim, Maribah, and Mariah standing NEXT to the rock climbing wall. Use your imagination and picture me on a rock climbing wall. Now stop laughing long enough to read that no, this is not a joke. At the request of my girls, I not only climbed said wall, I MADE IT TO THE TOP! Rock on Em-Dawg! If I do say so myself. Also noteworthy was how I made it to the top with no problem. Alas, I had to get down. I thought this was the easy part. Everybody before me just let go of the rock, kicked off the wall, and down they fell in a nice, straight line.
I should have known it wouldn't go that way for me. I let go of the rock, kicked off the wall, and fell at an angle, narrowly missing a collision with the girl climbing next to me. To avoid hitting her, I over-corrected and swung as far to the left as my bungee would go. Then I stopped short (still halfway between the ground and the top of the wall). I was just hanging there, wondering what to do, when I dropped the rest of the way down. The guy in charge looked completely baffled.
See! This is the rock wall! I'm not climbing it, but I don't have a picture of that anyway. And Sydney and Rachel, pictured here, are way cuter.
Which brings me to the 3rd belief reaffirmed by camp: I am so lucky to get to hang with these awesome girls. They are far and away the best thing about camp (there's not even a close second. The food, while good, doesn't even compare).
Did you know at Girls Camp people give each other lots of stuff? This stuff consists of very cute handmade craft-type items. I had no such items to give my girls. Even if I'd had handmade craft-type items, they'd totally bite because most accident-prone person known to man? Remember? So instead of giving them a craft-type item, I wrote them a song. And by "wrote," I mean I made up new lyrics to an already existing song ("The World," by Brad Paisley). I sang it to them at the campfire our last night (and by "sang" I mean that I downloaded a karaoke version of the song and belted out the new words in my not-even-good-enough-for-karaoke voice).
Anyway, if any of them are reading this post, remember: To the world you may be just another girl. But to me, baby you ARE the world.
UPDATE! You can check out my interview with bff Brodi here