Girl Scout Camp

I am spending the week at Camp Komoniwannahula….read it phonetically and you’ll understand why everyone is wearing Hawaiian skirts.  I wish I could claim credit for the name!

Day camp is a very sadistic event.  Foolish people who are guilted into volunteering spend the day shuffling a group of whiny, hot, sweaty, tired six and seven year old girls all around the camp while pretending to be enthusiastic about it and pretending they are not also whiny, hot, sweaty and tired.  The little girls used bow and arrow sets.  They made leis.  They learned how to camp.  I sweated away 2/3 of my body.

Today can only be more fun than yesterday.  I believe it is supposed to be slightly hotter, if that’s even possible.  Today may be the day I run screaming into the deep woods of Shelby county, never to be heard from again.  So if I don’t post again, you’ll know why!!! 



  1. Nancy S
    Posted June 12, 2007 at 1:51 pm | Permalink

    Don’t you at least get to swim every day? The most fun part, as I recall, is that the kids have to change in and out of their clothes before and after swimming, including all undergarments, so they will not get “chafed” by a wet swimsuit bottom while shuffling around the camp. By the time they get changed into their suits, your swimming period is half over. By the time they get changed back into their clothes, the next fun “activity” is half over. The really fun part is when the next “activity” is their snack. They are ravenously hungry and get 5 seconds to down a bag of chips and a glass of lemonade after changing clothes. If you are truly lucky, you’ll get to go canoeing, which again involves the clothes changing, but can never be scheduled right after swimming, so they have to change twice in the same day – every day, for 5 days. At least, unlike the Boy Scouts, you get to go home to your nice warm shower and your nice soft bed at night – oh, and a glass of wine if you’re really lucky.

  2. Kiki
    Posted June 12, 2007 at 5:00 pm | Permalink

    The actual pronunciation of KPC is “Kinda Wanna Holler.” That’s what the girls and I call it, at least–it works, doesn’t it?? Now I know whay I never sign the girls up for the day camp!

  3. Renee
    Posted June 12, 2007 at 9:58 pm | Permalink

    Kiki, LOL! Talked with a patient the other day about her experience as troop leader for boy scout day camp! I forget the numbers, but it sounded like h*** to me. Something like 600+ boys with one leader for 3 boys. Very hot and sweaty. Yuck, yuck!!!!

  4. Posted June 12, 2007 at 10:18 pm | Permalink

    Can any of the kids actually spell it?

  5. Nancy S
    Posted June 12, 2007 at 11:44 pm | Permalink

    No, I don’t even think the adults can spell it – they call it KPC for a reason.

  6. Kiki
    Posted June 13, 2007 at 2:18 pm | Permalink

    It is actually some kind of Native American name–Kanawahala. KPC–much easier!

  7. Posted June 17, 2007 at 2:41 am | Permalink

    Ugh. Jennifer, when Nancy Reagan told us to “Just say no!”, this is what she had in mind. Really.

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