It's late I should be in bed, but I can't go without my Itouch.
I am loading some new software on it, and what I thought would take a few minutes its been an hour. go figure. And lacking of anything significant, here I am.
It is reloading all my music & videos... and this is why I don't change or meddle with it very often. I am too impatient.
I normally could leave it and Have Aphra bring it up to me, She always comes for a final Kiss, but she is gone to Girls Camp. As A side note to that: All I had to do was drop her off, and give her a hug! The last time I had to deal with anything Girls Camp, I was hunting for Forms/ Money, arranging interviews & rides... It is good to be on this side of things.
I am really excited for her it will be a good experience. I remember My first year at Girls camp, I met one of my bestest Friends, we just clicked and we were pretty much inseparable at all church activities from there on in. And then through her I met some other girls, and we were pretty much a gang.
Joelle, your always asking for stories... here's a lame one. Every Year for Girls Camp, we'd judge it if we could do our hair, and make up. If it had a bathroom with Electricity, it was going to be a good year. If there was none, we were miserable, and thats all we talked about. I feel bad for our leaders. I honestly remember curling my bangs every morning in the bathroom(these were seriously high bangs, with lots of Hairspray), other girls would come in look at us like we freaks(which we were). But we got our selves all made up every morning. We were silly girls.
Sorry Joelle, thats all you get tonight. My ipod is almost done, and who knows what other stories may escape me tonight!!!
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About Me
- Anne
- I am a thirtysomething... with 5 Children, a husband, and a best friend!!! I like to Party, eat good food, and sneak in a nap! If I am not bloging, I am thinking of ways to get out of Housework.
3 comments:
I loved the camp memory!!! I can just see you all set up in the bathroom with all your STUFF!!
Ok so I'm leaving my memory of you here- I was going to leave it on my blog but I wanted to make sure you got it!
First time I remember seeing your smiling face- you brought Corbin in to Nursery and I was the Leader and I was soooo excitted for Ty to have another little friend to play with(which automatically gave me an instant FRIEND!Ya me!!)
Loved the womens sleepover/staying up all night/ weekend and... yes I did fall asleep-sorry!lol
But what I most remember about that weekend was playing murder and how CRAZY!!! people were.
Next one..Sitting in the Temple watching you and Dale get sealed. That was such a beautiful moment and I realize how lucky I was to be there!(especially since we had only known each other for a short time-we were destined to be great friends)
Most of my favorite memories invole us sitting at the table competing for THE SHIRT!! and of course we had to throw in a few nursing babies too.
There realy are way too many memories to pic my favs but these were just a few!
You are a great friend! and I miss all the fun we use to have together! Love ya
ohhh anne!
thankyou =)
i love you!
p.s. you were absolutley without a doubt a huge megababe if you went to all that effort every morning; this year, i back combed my hair til it was atleast 6 inches above my head for my skit, it didn't really matter how crazy everyone thought i was, i had fun =)
Ciel just got back from her second year of Girls CAmp, and I was just teasing her for bringing her flatiron when she knew there would be no place to plug it in. I think she was overly hopeful. I too used to do my hair and makeup at camp, hair dryer, curling iron, the works. What was I thinking?!? Oh well, I'm lucky these days if I even get close to my mascara, let alone manage to actually apply it. I do make brushing my hair a priority though, it's scary if I don't. And I'm jealous of your itouch. So fun!
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