Skeleton

So, skeleton was a stupid word to get in the middle of summer.

I really toyed with how to approach this. . . . 

First, I thought I'd take a look at my own skeleton just to see how it was doing.  Conclusion:  I don't even think there's a skeleton underneath all this flab.  I should go on a diet.  I don't like diets, therefore I don't like skeletons.

Second, I thought about a skeleton crew this week when they split our ward and redrew boundaries.  We were left with a skeleton crew of a ward, and so was everyone else.  Once again, I don't like ward splits, so I don't like skeletons.  Although I do like crews -- it's just a cool kinda word.

Third, I thought about skeletons in my closet.  I decided that if I have one in there - it's staying there!

Anyway, skeleton was a bad word to pick this week, and it made me take to long to post about how I hate the word.  So let's pick a new word, shall we?

And the new word is:

BROWSING

Word 6

And the word is:  SKELETON

Ingredients

INGREDIENTS

Tulle

Cardboard

Cotton batting

Ribbons

Beads

Running Shirt

Iron Ons

Running Skirt

Muddy 4 Mile Obstacle Course

3 Runninng Buddies

RESULTS:

The Cotton Rockettes running in the "Kiss Me Dirty" Race

Thanks to Jaime, we were rockin' celebs in our costumes.  We had people laughing and wanting to take our photos.  One group of people watched us walk by and we heard one ask her friends if we were chefs.  Her friend said, "Those aren't chefs . . . . "  

Another little girl asked her daddy what we were, he took a second look and just started laughing.  Poor girl won't find out what we were from him and probably not for another 10 years from anyone.

We ran over hay bales, through tires, over a climbing wall, under an army crawl, down a COLD river and through tubes.  It was really hard coming off of no sleep at girls camp, but it was fun!

And my awesome family surprised me by getting up early and coming to watch us.  I'll have to add a photo later of me and Josh and Ethan.  Not sure how those boys felt watching their muddy mom dressed up like a tampon. .  ..   Ha!  So funny!

Word 5

Word 5 is INGREDIENT!

Please do NOT think I'm going to use that word in relation to cooking.  Although that would make a real interesting blog post . . . . 

Whoop!

Whoop!  My week of crazy is OVER!

I have survived girls camp, 

And so did all of the girls!

At this point:

Chieko is tired of telling me that the girls and leaders Don't Get Me.

My back is completely out of whack from sleeping on the ground.

I've framed my camp award for having a potty mouth (big oops!).

I owe Ted something HUGE for cooking a great dutch oven dinner for everyone on Thursday night.

I'm trying to get over how the big spiritual moment of camp is directly related to me being unprepared.

And I've started therapy to deal with Jeslie's Whoofy.

Sounds like a successful camp, eh?  We really whooped it up!