See those adorable shoes up there {affectionately named Carlene and Carlita}? They're lethal, and not just for walking, but for driving. Apparently they pack a little more punch than my regular flat footed attire. Carlene is a speed demon and Carlita is a slow breaker, bad combo. Needless to say, I made it to work quite frazzled. Never again.
I don't know if I've ever talked about it on here {probably not, because I don't like to talk about things that stress me out, ask j.rue}, but I am the Girls Camp Director for my ward. For those of you who don't know exactly what that is, the girls in our church, ages 12-18, go on a summer type camp for a few days every summer.I loved it growing up, it was always a blast mixed with a little bit of drama. Think spider eggs hatching at the bottom of a sleeping bag while the unsuspecting victim was in it. Ya, good memories.
Anyway, it's been a good 5 years since I've been apart of Young Womens at all. I'm nervous, but excited to spend time with our girls and hopefully getting to know they better. I've heard they're the bees knees. Tonight we're doing our camp kick-off. I feel like I'm going into a job interview or starting my first day at a new school. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed they'll like me.
This is our theme {does it look familiar?}:
I kind of love it because how easy is it to think of things that have to do with light, sunshine, and sparkles? It's right up my alley. I feel kind of guilty because I'm out of the house, gone, for 11 hours a day. Thank goodness I've been granted with the most proactive go gettering camp assistant ever. She basically should be the director and I should be the assistant.
So, wish both of us luck tonight. Hopefully I'm not already too oldy moldy and out of touch.
..but I do go to bed at 9:30 p.m.
