The C Word

I was in the fifth grade before I owned a pair of jeans. And the only reason I got them was because we were going to my Grandpa's dairy farm, and dresses were not allowed. Up to that point, I wore dresses all the time. Never climbed trees. Did not make mud pies. Hated when my parents announced that it was time for yard work. And never, ever, ever pulled the legs off of daddy long-leg spiders like my sister did.

Girly-girl to an extreme degree.

So it is no surprise that I have grown up to prefer the indoors and am not a fan of that four letter word:

C-A-M-P.

But leave it to the Girl Scouts to get us all out of our comfort zone... When the chance came up to "Cabin Camp" with ChellBell and all the other Moms and girls in our Troop, the answer had to be "Yes." So I packed my sleeping bag, sheets (for covering up the already-slept-on-by-God-knows-how-many-people mattress), towels, and bug spray and headed off to Sky Ranch.

And, honestly, we had a great time (besides the bunk beds and bugs and the general outdoors...). We packed so much into a short weekend, and ChellBell and I made some forever-remember-these-moments kind of memories, just laughing and having fun. We zip-lined, kayaked, went horseback riding, played in the lake, jumped off a trapeze into the swimming pool, went on a hike, built campfires, and ate s'mores.

Not bad for a Girly-girl, huh?!

The tag line of my blog has always been "finding extraordinary moments in an extra-ordinary life." Mission accomplished this weekend. And I bet if I look hard enough, I can find some pretty-cool moments every single day, buried into my very normal, ordinary life.

I'm challenging myself to find the extraordinary moments every single day in September and blog about them. Hmmm... I wonder what tomorrow will bring?!