As I mentioned before I'm in charge of a youth camp for my church. And as I mentioned before, I am grossly under qualified for this job. I mean, let's break this down. This is a religious focused camp, where singing of cheezy camp songs are encouraged, crafts are demanded and gobs and gobs of food are provided. Okay I'll take the food, and there are days I would call myself "religious," but all mixed together in the woods just isn't me. Honestly, as I've been planning this I keep thinking, "(yes, I think in quotations) Me? Really?"
The other night my "fish out of water" mentality came blaring out as I sat at a table with five other women, who are planning another camp at our same campsite. We had met to coordinate...blah, blah - and in the course of talking about our themes and individual camps the following conversation took place:
Old Lady: "So, we are going to try to do away with pranks this year. For the past two years things have really gotten out of control."
Kate: (Ears perk up for some stories)
Old Lady #2: "Yes, two years ago was awful. One of the girls found a bra of a leader and put it up the flag pole."
Kate: (While laughing out loud) "That's funny."
Old Lady #1: (While Kate is laughing) "That's not funny."
Kate: "Yes, that's what I meant. NOT funny."
Old Lady #1 and #2: (Disapproving looks)
After that exchange I thought, "(yep, more quotations) Well, things can't get worse." And then Old Lady #1 said, while looking at me, "And please don't let the girls drive the golf carts." I may or may not have commandeered a golf cart last year and allowed my 12 year olds to drive it.
See? Why me?