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I hurt, I'm tired, I want to take a shower now but instead I'm typing this up and I just got home from having a super fun time with my family (can this be?). My mom and dad found three jetskis at the DI (on various occasions) last summer and today we took them out on Yuba Lake for the first time. Now when I say jetski I don't mean the wimpy sit on top of it and go type jetskis, I'm talking about the old, one person, kneel on or stand on type jetskis. To top it all off it was my first time riding one and I actually managed to stand up on one (quite an accomplishment this being my first time and having the entire lake as choppy as can be) *preens* although I took some of the most spectacular spills in the process and my body has been whining at me nonstop since I got home. Everyone who reads this seriously has to go and get their PWC licenses so the next time I go I can bring people along. The only slight problem with the lake was that there was a thunderstorm a while after we got there. Now normally I love thunderstorms but as all it did was make it colder outside I could have done without it today. Yesterday however was a totally different story. The clouds cooled the air down to the perfect temp and I went outside on the front porch and smelled the rain. I do however hope that it isn't raining next week as I'm leaving for girls camp on Tuesday and won't be back till Friday.

I am really looking forward to girls camp next week. It should be my last year as our trek should be next year (that is if stake policies haven't changed) and as such I am planning on making it one that our ward will never forget. *beams* and I'm even putting my drama training to good use.

Every year at girls camp the girls in my ward take the first year campers on a snipe hunt. For those of you who are not familiar with it a snipe is a little rodent creature about the size of a ground squirrel that is completely imaginary (actually there is such a thing as a snipe except it's a type of bird) and with all of us toting pillowcases and walking around at night with flashlights (the light scares the snipes away and also makes it harder to toss stones into the bushes to create the realistic sounding rustlings in the bushes)we take the innocent little 12 year old out in an effort to totally convince them of the snipe's reality. Now our ward has always gone to great lengths to prove that snipes exist doing everything imaginable such as last year when one of the older girls caught a little ground squirrel the day before and put it in her pillowcase so the first years could see it move, to my first year when the older girls all jumped and screamed on cue as though a snipe had run through them. well this year I have one to beat them all. During my first year one of the girls claimed to have been bitten by a snipe. Now as everyone knows snipes have very sharp teeth and it could be fatal if you don't stop the bleeding it made it all the more dramatic in my 12 year old mind. My only qualms with the bite was that she wouldn't let me see it (clear evidence the there was no bite) and that there was no bite mark the next day. As a tribute to her memory I am going to take the "bite" gag and expand on it. I just so happen to have a tube of blood( a little too red for my tastes so I might add a drop of green food coloring to it before I use it, fortunately it's the corn syrup kind and perfect for vampire type stuff too) lying around my house and am going to allow the little first years to see the blood on my hand (wrapped in a pillowcase to "stop the bleeding before it's too late" of course) and have a pretty convincing blood soaked bandage on my hand the next day. Those first years will never know what hit em.