My husband was cuddling close to me and started sniffing me like a dog (he's really good at that) and comes back to say "You smell like a scratch and sniff sticker." I'm not sure if that's good but at least he didn't say I smell like dirty gym socks or funky b.o. or even Rice Creek in Palatka. Cause those would have all ended our cuddle session. Hope you're smelling scratch and sniff-erific.

Jun 21, 2011
Jun 20, 2011
Girls Camp 2011
It came. It changed. It was awesome!
After about 6 months worth of planning, we had to make some changes. I got a call from our camp Tuesday morning (a day and a half) before our time to arrive and set up camp. They wanted to go over check-in procedures with me. And let me know that having food outside wasn't a good idea because there are two bears on the loose that won't leave camp. "Wait, did you say BEARS?" Yes, she said BEARS. Now normally, I wouldn't be bothered by what wild animals are in the wild. However, the park we were camping at is small, in town (for the most part) and the camp didn't have indoor eating abilities. We HAD to eat outside. How was I going to feed 71 young women outside with BEARS on the loose.
Tuesday night, I was trying to pick up our thank you gifts for all our leaders. Had been working with a friend since March to get some awesome candles made. That way, it would be a gift to use and get rid of. No need to make a place to hold on to it for long. Upon contacting my friend, I found out she just didn't make them. So out I ran to grab jars, sugar, oil, etc. to make my own gifts of gratitude. After working until 2:30, we had 32 jars of sugar scrub for the sweet volunteers of camp.
Wednesday morning, the day of camp, I got a phone call from our camp nurse. She was very concerned. Due to the fires so close here in northeast Florida, there has been an unhealthy amount of smoke in the air. She let me know the hazards of breathing it in and how it could turn our good time into a terrible time, quickly. So considering the bears and the smoke, I made a call to our priesthood to make sure I was doing what was best for the beautiful young women of our stake. After talking with him, he seemed to think it would all be fine. About 2 hours later, I got a different call. It was now between me, my 2 assistant camp directors and the stake YW president to decide if we wanted to continue or cancel camp. CANCEL CAMP?? I could not imagine canceling camp and disappointing all the young women. But I also couldn't risk their health. I spoke to my assistant directors and they agreed, we needed a new plan. By 3pm, we had a new plan. We were going to take our camp experience to a ward building and spend the night at the Holiday Inn. I know, most say "that's not camping." But our girls had finished most of their certifications before camp. I thought of what a dear friend said this time last year, "when did Girls Camp become more about the camping less about the girl?" So we pumped up our plan, re-worked our entire schedule and made some delicious lemonade with all the lemons that were thrown at us. I must say, I don't believe for a second our girls missed out on any sacred experiences that camp brings. We had a great time, we laughed, we learned, we played, we shared the spirit and we went home with everything we needed. We had extra activities to make up for lost daytime swimming. At the hotel, we got permission to stay in the pool an extra hour, we had a Hawaiian shaved ice truck come and serve us (thanks to my sister Cassie) and we enjoyed every second. Most importantly, everyone was safe!
I felt so blessed. In a moment's notice, our plans had to change and the Lord provided a way. I suppose if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear. Even though we weren't exactly prepared for all that was coming our way, it gave us the opportunity to think clearly of what needed to change and take action. It was short. It was great. The spirit was there. We had everything we needed.
A huge thank you to everyone who helped make this year such a success. I couldn't have done any of it without you!
Now, in 3.5 weeks, I have a future camper coming. I have a lot to do to get ready for her arrival.

After about 6 months worth of planning, we had to make some changes. I got a call from our camp Tuesday morning (a day and a half) before our time to arrive and set up camp. They wanted to go over check-in procedures with me. And let me know that having food outside wasn't a good idea because there are two bears on the loose that won't leave camp. "Wait, did you say BEARS?" Yes, she said BEARS. Now normally, I wouldn't be bothered by what wild animals are in the wild. However, the park we were camping at is small, in town (for the most part) and the camp didn't have indoor eating abilities. We HAD to eat outside. How was I going to feed 71 young women outside with BEARS on the loose.
Tuesday night, I was trying to pick up our thank you gifts for all our leaders. Had been working with a friend since March to get some awesome candles made. That way, it would be a gift to use and get rid of. No need to make a place to hold on to it for long. Upon contacting my friend, I found out she just didn't make them. So out I ran to grab jars, sugar, oil, etc. to make my own gifts of gratitude. After working until 2:30, we had 32 jars of sugar scrub for the sweet volunteers of camp.
Wednesday morning, the day of camp, I got a phone call from our camp nurse. She was very concerned. Due to the fires so close here in northeast Florida, there has been an unhealthy amount of smoke in the air. She let me know the hazards of breathing it in and how it could turn our good time into a terrible time, quickly. So considering the bears and the smoke, I made a call to our priesthood to make sure I was doing what was best for the beautiful young women of our stake. After talking with him, he seemed to think it would all be fine. About 2 hours later, I got a different call. It was now between me, my 2 assistant camp directors and the stake YW president to decide if we wanted to continue or cancel camp. CANCEL CAMP?? I could not imagine canceling camp and disappointing all the young women. But I also couldn't risk their health. I spoke to my assistant directors and they agreed, we needed a new plan. By 3pm, we had a new plan. We were going to take our camp experience to a ward building and spend the night at the Holiday Inn. I know, most say "that's not camping." But our girls had finished most of their certifications before camp. I thought of what a dear friend said this time last year, "when did Girls Camp become more about the camping less about the girl?" So we pumped up our plan, re-worked our entire schedule and made some delicious lemonade with all the lemons that were thrown at us. I must say, I don't believe for a second our girls missed out on any sacred experiences that camp brings. We had a great time, we laughed, we learned, we played, we shared the spirit and we went home with everything we needed. We had extra activities to make up for lost daytime swimming. At the hotel, we got permission to stay in the pool an extra hour, we had a Hawaiian shaved ice truck come and serve us (thanks to my sister Cassie) and we enjoyed every second. Most importantly, everyone was safe!
I felt so blessed. In a moment's notice, our plans had to change and the Lord provided a way. I suppose if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear. Even though we weren't exactly prepared for all that was coming our way, it gave us the opportunity to think clearly of what needed to change and take action. It was short. It was great. The spirit was there. We had everything we needed.
A huge thank you to everyone who helped make this year such a success. I couldn't have done any of it without you!
Now, in 3.5 weeks, I have a future camper coming. I have a lot to do to get ready for her arrival.
Labels:
Girls Camp '11,
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 6, 2011
Counting Down
Most of you may be thinking I'm counting down 'til my baby girl gets here, not so. I'm counting down the days until girls camp is over. I'm excited for camp but until it's over, I can't really celebrate the beautiful miracle coming my way in just 6ish weeks. At this point, I feel guilty for not being more excited about my baby but then when I get to thinking about my baby, I feel guilty for not finishing up loose ends for camp. After camp is over, the guilt can fly right out the window and we can just move on to planning for a baby. So far, I have NOTHING done for this baby girl. Hopefully, in 2 weeks, the nesting fairy will make a stop my way and get me rolling.
Let the other count downs begin!

Let the other count downs begin!
Labels:
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May 2, 2011
Basket Case Sunday
Yesterday in Relief Society we had a beautiful lesson about women of faith. Our teacher is from Alabama and with the horrible tornadoes that ripped through, she shared a horrifying story with us that one of her friends experienced during the storm.
A family was in their home, ran down into the basement to the lowest point possible for safety. As the storm ripped the house from the foundation, it tore a newborn baby from it's father's arms. As of Friday, they still hadn't found their precious baby. What a tragedy on top of a tragedy.
After hearing that story, with all my pregnant hormones, I was crying. (I'm sure a big surprise) Then we were asked to think of the hardest and most trying times of our lives. No one wanted to share. One sister shared and then I decided to share. I lost it again. I had a hard time telling people about my hard time. I have to say, I am so thankful for the trials I went through, to give me the gratitude I have today. Even the fact that Marky played in his poop and smeared it all over himself this morning, I can only laugh and clean him up with pure satisfaction, love and excitement for that blessing. Cause let's face it, every baby plays in poop at one point. If I never had poop to clean up, I wouldn't have the blessing of a sweet little man in my life and a sweet baby girl on the way. Totally worth all the work.
After church yesterday, I told Mark the story and I cried again. I really turned into a basket case yesterday.
My heart and prayers go out to that family and all the families who lost loved ones and everything they have worked for in their lives. I pray those sweet southern brothers and sisters of ours can get the help they need and start rebuilding.
A family was in their home, ran down into the basement to the lowest point possible for safety. As the storm ripped the house from the foundation, it tore a newborn baby from it's father's arms. As of Friday, they still hadn't found their precious baby. What a tragedy on top of a tragedy.
After hearing that story, with all my pregnant hormones, I was crying. (I'm sure a big surprise) Then we were asked to think of the hardest and most trying times of our lives. No one wanted to share. One sister shared and then I decided to share. I lost it again. I had a hard time telling people about my hard time. I have to say, I am so thankful for the trials I went through, to give me the gratitude I have today. Even the fact that Marky played in his poop and smeared it all over himself this morning, I can only laugh and clean him up with pure satisfaction, love and excitement for that blessing. Cause let's face it, every baby plays in poop at one point. If I never had poop to clean up, I wouldn't have the blessing of a sweet little man in my life and a sweet baby girl on the way. Totally worth all the work.
After church yesterday, I told Mark the story and I cried again. I really turned into a basket case yesterday.
My heart and prayers go out to that family and all the families who lost loved ones and everything they have worked for in their lives. I pray those sweet southern brothers and sisters of ours can get the help they need and start rebuilding.
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southern storms,
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