"OH MY GOSH, IT'S A LUMP OF SH-"

*Warning: this post may contain many censored expletives, 

and horrifying descriptions of true events*

CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.

Alright, all of you were in your cozy little homes, doing homework, slacking off, or just sleeping this weekend, right? Guess where I was? I went flippin' camping in order to help run the 2010/11 Skills camp with the Scout troop my mother runs. Basically, I spent my weekend baby-sitting ungrateful little kids in sub-zero temperature, which resulted in frostbites on all of my fingers, which now sting so much it's hard for me to type.

It even snowed on Friday and Saturday. I spent the majority of the weekend teaching the the rotating scout troops that came to our Winter Survival and First Aid station. Too bad all the winter survival and first aid in the world can't help my poor frozen fingers now. Most of us wore 6 layers on top, and at least 3 pairs of pants. And even then, it was still all we could do to stop shivering.

And nighttime was just wonderful-I went to bed with a heavy duty winter jacket on, and used a blanket in my sleeping bag. I was still cold. Any water left outside Friday and Saturday night promptly froze, and some of our kerosene lanterns actually became stuck to the picnic tables.

It wasn't all bad though, because there were some nice moments you can have with 28 people around  a campfire. And surprisingly, even I can cook at camp! However, the highlight of the weekend for me had to have been when I walked into the Porta-Potty, and saw two lumps of poo just sitting there and staring at me. I think I shrieked, "OH MY GOSH, IT'S A LUMP OF SH**!" I was so shocked that I didn't even process that there were actually two lumps. Anyways, everybody found that situation to be very amusing, but I didn't, because being the Scout leader's daughter, I was told to clean it up.

What follows is the extremely graphic description of how things went down. Read at your own discretion.

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I took a stick and a plastic bag, and ventured bravely into the porta-potty. I attempted to turn my nose off, because the smell was rank. As I used the stick to roll the now-solid-and-slightly-frozen lump of poo into the bag, it fell onto the ground, and so I skewered it and put it in the bag. I repeated the action, and then quickly threw the stick into the forest, and the bag into the toilet. I then ran as far away from the porta-potty as possible. 

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Okay, you can start reading again. Well, that was my weekend. And before I forget, I will say that Friday's CS class was a complete work period for finishing the Code Features brainstorming with our groups. And don't forget to turn your clocks one hour backward, or you'll be sorry tomorrow morning.

A very traumatized Grace

P.S. If you ever go camping, don't pick up any sticks around porta-potties. You never know what may have been on the stick.