Girls Camp

            Since my moM never posts aNymore (cough cough) I guess that it's my rEsponsibility to fill in for her. EvEn though noboDy even readS my blog anymore. I'm randomly capitalizing leTters for fun, sO don't Pay any attentiOn to that. I came back from GirlS Camp last week. It was all rainy and gloomy, so iT wasn't as fun as my first yeAr. Whatever, it doesn't matter because it was still pretty awesome anyway.  The first day the second years went raftinG. Unfortuanately, it rained that day and it was freezing. Brrr! I feel bAd for the people who rafted on Tuesday because my sister has an otter pop problem. Totally unrelated story, sorry. But they had to raft in the POURING RAIN. The highlight of Tuesday: I can't remember. It was a pretty long day. But then again, they all were. Monday night I remember we played glow in the dark capture the flag. My team won. It was kind of funny (yet aggrIvating) that the whole team would get together and say that on the count of three we would all run. They would count and theN I'd be the only one to run. I'd come so close to the 'flag' (a small glow-in-the-dark wand) and then be tagged. Three times! But oh well, that doesn't really matter anyway. :)
               So camp was pretty fun besides the weather. This year, my dad was a camp, or 'Super Dad' because this year's theme was super heroes. My cabin  (yes we have cabins! whoop whoop!) was called the Mary Marvels. We're that uncreative. It's okay though because the lamest group name  (in my opinion) was either Seekers Of Wisdom (who just brought a bookshelf and some books in for their decoration.) or the powerpuff girls. Our cabin was pretty bad. But it was super cute on the inside and the out. Well, I meant our name was lame. Anyway, back to the story. For the chant one day, the dads picked up their camp daughters by the wrists. One of my friends in my cabin had a camp dad too so once she saw me being captured she bolted off. Apparently she struggled with her dad the whole time and it was hillarious. But then they dragged us to the middle of the chant circle and started to make letters with us. It was humiliating because we were fighting our dads and we had absolutely no power against them. So then I got together all the camp dad's daughters. All four of us, I knew two of them so recruiting them all was really easy. Then I wrote a parody of a camp song to alter it so that it was about smelly camp dads instead of 'riggabamboos'. It went like this:

Now our camp dads,

Live in a train,

They picked us up,

And carried us far,

They tricked us once,

But never again,

That's why they're called,

Our smelly camp dads.

Our smelly camp dads,

Now who are they,

They're something found,

At our girls camp,

Their nasty and gross,

And smelly too,

That's why they're called,

Our smelly camp dads.

We had hand motions and everything. It was gun. We'll never be the same (just kidding, it wasn't that dramatic, just a ton of fun. And did I write it was gun back there? I meant fun...haha oops).

This post is getting really long so I'm going to close it now. I didn't really get verything down that I wanted to. But my hands are getting kind of tired and I'm getting kind of restless. Hopefully I'll post again next week :)