Girl's camp oh9

K check it. Girl’s camp. I am going to be frank with you….I dread it. From the time I come home to the time I show up, I dread girl’s camp. The prepping. The skits. The songs. The food. I am not a fan. But. I go. This year. It was pretty good. Why? Why this year was it better than the past years? Well. Simply because I, Miss Mandi, was a YCL! YCL. Youth Camp Leader. I’m in charge. I like it. You see. Girls. I don’t like them much. If I have to get along with them, I can. I choose my few close girlfriends and stick with them. So. Girl’s camp has always been rough. But this year, I decided to head out into the outback of our valley and hit up this stake camp with glee. I decided to have fun. It worked.


Due. To lifeguard. I showed up late. Wednesday afternoon when I should have headed up Monday or Tuesday. So, showing up later than most left me a bit out of the loop. But, I was welcomed to the crowd and we began the adventures. My lil sis, Megs, its her first year. She’s a baby beehive, I was YCL over her age group. That was nice. Daddy was up there first night dos. That was a plus. The first night, I go there uber late. So, it was already dark, but my first activity of camp was spent on the lake….night canoeing. That was not my forte. I was worried for my life, but my daddy talked me into going out on the lake for a bit, I went. He rocked the boat. I got off. I suppose if you’re into that sort of thing. Yeah. It’s for you. I don’t feel comfortable risking my life like that.

Afterwards, we hit the hay. Waking up at 6:15 in the a.m. for a morning side. Self worth. What else do girl’s talk about. It was really nice though. I enjoyed it, even shared a few thoughts myself. Next, parent letters…daddy’s? Yeah, probably the reason I hit up girl’s camp. It’s enjoyable. He knows what up. Rotations. I made crafts. I like bead work. I talked the girls into making me keychains. I made myself some nice accessories. A belt, a necklace. Some bracelets. All very savvy.

Night time. Dinner. Bishopric. I heart bishop kerby. He is the bizzomb. During the faith walk, I played the part of the Holy Spirit at first, but then switched it up and became a temptress with the Bish. It was all very nice and enjoyable. Bishop and I serenaded the girl’s with Taylor Swift’s Love Story. He sings about as well as I do. That was nice. Testimony meeting. It was nice. Peaceful. Girly. The works. Testimony meeting and faith walk? The reasons I really do go to girl’s camp.

Sleeping in late went down this morning, late for breakfast. Late for leaving camp. Late for everything. I like it. But…when I was supposed to be cleaning the bathroom, I caught pot guts, Petey the pot gut and Philadelphia the pot gut. But, due to the catch and release rule, we decided we would have to keep a long distance relationship. It’ll be hard but we can do it. We’ll keep in touch.

But. All in all, my testimony was strengthened. Oh sweet child of mine! When isn’t it at one of these joints. That gospel. It’s what we need. We can’t make it without it. So stick with it people. You need it. I need it. We all need it. That’s why it is here. Girls camp, I dunno. We’ll see if I hit it up next year…yeah. Probably.

Ode to Girl’s Camp Oh9!
Girls camp, how I loathe thee.
Mushy, gushy, touchy, feely.
Not my forte.
Crafts. Arts. Back massages.
Its all a little weird.
Cuddling….
((okay I like that))
But still, girl’s camp..
Not my forte.
Testimony meeting. Singing with the bish.
Eating salt water taffy.
Crying as a group.
Holding hands and singing.
Treking up Cardiac hill.
It’s all worth it.
Girl’s camp, how I loathe thee.
Girl’s camp. I changed my mind…
How I love thee.