Thursday, August 1, 2013

Broken Bow Fly Fishing

Adam heard about Broken Bow from one of his co-workers a few years ago. It's a "beautiful place to get away," we were told.
So finally after saying "we should go sometime" about a thousand times...


Adam and his dad and best friend spent a weekend fly fishing on the river.


It was FULL of fishermen, all pulling one fish after another out of the water. Adam didn't catch any. But Lee did; more than one. 


Adam said, "It WAS out in the middle of nowhere. Grandma Peg-Leg and Uncle Bob walked right through the middle of our camp EVERY morning to go fishing and drinking at their regular fishing hole."
Once, the guys found themselves on private property by accident and quickly escaped before getting shot.

Adam enjoyed having his friend and Dad all to himself for the weekend.




Monday, June 24, 2013

Camp is three days crammed full of activities for all the Mormon girls and their leaders from the area, there were about 150 who signed up. My young women BEGGED me to come to camp this year as one of their leaders...but the stake got to me first and requested that I be the Crafts Leader for the whole camp! Whoa! (Which I thought was hilarious because I actually dislike most crafts and hate to be called "crafty" even though I am good at them. The word brings to mind old ladies painting wooden lawn ornaments and other such impractical kitschy items.) But of course I accepted, and it was fun to go in a creative capacity!

So with a $500 dollar budget for two projects ($1.67 per girl—yes, I shamelessly went back several times a day to the store so I could use coupons) and instructions from my girls to NOT have the crafts be LAME...I came up with and executed two NON LAME ideas.



PROJECT #1: GRASS MATS

The overall theme for the youth this year is to "Stand in Holy Places" Meaning; to always find themselves in good places and situations that will allow them to keep their standards. So of course painting grass mats would remind them of the theme...cuz you stand on them. Heh. Heh.



I put together a few examples and posted them on a bulletin board to give the girls ideas and let them have at it.


Things went pretty smoothly until the youngest age group came through. Quickly, I discovered they do not know how to contain messes nor clean them up. I think it's kind of humorous and can't hold it against them (I should have known better), after all they've been in Young Women for less than a year.

One girl walked up to me and beaming she said "Look what I did!" Her legs and shoes were COVERED in splatters and specs of paint. She'd decided to go for the flicked paint look. The other girls' mats around her were splattered, the plastic on the floor around her mat was covered...I hope she didn't see the panic through my smile. I told her how creative she was and reminded her to please wipe up the area around her so people wouldn't step in the paint and track it all over the room.

Splattering was banned from then on. Some girls got around it by pouring paint onto their mats directly from the bottle. Again, another banishment.

If anyone wants to know the potential disasters that may come from crafting with a large group—I would suggest using a focus group of twelve year old girls.





This was a stressful project for me, but I could tell the girls LOVED IT. The leaders told me they received several thank you cards mentioning it was "the best camp craft EVER" and next time could there "please be more black paint". These kids crack me up! You know they like it when they return to the craft room during the hours they are supposed to be in another class...and then when they're done they ask to make another.

In the end everything turned out alright. On the last day during free time one of the girls didn't want to craft but didn't want to go anywhere else either. I asked if she would like to help clean up. She spent a half an hour happily scrubbing any paint that had gotten on the floor. (It came up easily thank goodness!) She got double hugs from me and passed off a camp requirement by providing a service. Awesome!


Below is the group who SAVED me. Each day I was scheduled to be in the craft room for at least 5 hours. The first day bending over tables and squatting on the ground aggravated my back. I was in SO MUCH pain that I was in tears at the end of the day (That's a whole 'nother story). So for the remainder of my time at camp these lovelies came to check on me, helped me between classes, and even carried my chair and backpack around. I am so grateful for all of them.




PROJECT #2: JEWELED BIB NECKLACES

Another theme was "More Precious than Rubies." Naturally that called for a jeweled craft, that when worn, the young women would be reminded of how precious they are and hopefully remember some of the things they learned at camp.

Again, I printed out examples and had them displayed on a bulletin board. This was a particularly good move for an activity like this. It helped the girls get excited when saw the items in use in a cute way.





I wish I had gotten more photographs of their necklaces. I saw all kind of shapes like a jeweled key, a blingy mustache, and some downright pretty ones. I actually wish I'd had a chance to make one myself!
It was a pleasure to see the youth walk around camp wearing their necklaces. I know some of them will probably throw their project away...but I think a lot of them will keep it too. And in the end, their experience matters more. Did they have fun? Did they feel encouraged and successful? Did they accomplish something that they've never done before? Did they make good memories? I hope so. And that is what matters.


I don't know if I will be asked back next year, but if so—I would be glad to go again!



And can I just say I have A LOT of new found appreciation and awe for my own youth leaders from back in the day—and the stake leaders at camp this year. Seeing it from this perspective, the amount of planning, time, energy and emotion that goes into making camp successful for the girls is astounding.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

In Regards to Neanderthals














See the Nextdesk video here, turn on sound and beware of drool.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Year 33

Had me a birthday last month; turned 33. I asked that we do something simple and cheap. Our friends couldn't come—which was a HUGE bummer—so we planned on going to a little museum and dinner just the two of us. (Yes, I know, that t-shirt makes me a #1 nerd...but seriously—Bring Firefly Back.)
Adam gave me a list of Museums in Dallas to choose from and I picked the Nasher Sculpture Center. (Wasn't that nice of him to do the research and give me choices? LOVE. IT.) Adam told me we had a tour at 3:00 so I was all excited and stressed out about getting there on time.




Then we got there and he wanted hang out in the gift shop instead of starting the tour. Wierd. But I went with it. Then someone smacked me in the rear! I couldn't believe it. My friends had come! They had been planning it all along. Now, Adam can't keep secrets so this is a big deal. That's twice now he has surprised me with my friends.


So into the museum we went! The artist on display was Kenneth Price 1935-2012. He has had acclaimed shows in LA, New York, and Europe.

We enjoyed looking at some strange, blobby, liquidy....thingies.


And decided to do some odd things ourselves in the sculpture garden. Adam says Dafni and I were acting weird all day. But honestly...I think we were behaving more "normal" than than not. Being with good friends will do that to you. But speaking for myself, I was on a happy high and had a REALLY ENJOYABLE day. I am grateful to have a friend who is just as...(insert adjective) as I am.




And we saw more strange, moderny, rockish space objects by the same artist. I think if I were an alien I'd like to live in one of these.


We made some surreal art of our own.



I love my groupies. Like, a lot.


Then off to Twisted Root Burger—found only in Texas my friend. It is my new favorite burger place and you will be subjected to it if you visit. They feature toasted buns, seasoned meat (and offer weird meat like kangaroo), house ketchups and other sauces—which are so good you could drink, and house root beer and lemonade flavors. We've had butterscotch root beer and walnut root beer. Nom Nom. I have always liked hamburgers but don't order them often. So I am grateful everyone else was willing to eat unhealthy with me that day!





Next came candles and singing at La Madeline. I picked three treats (because three looks good on a plate—sorry can't squelch the designer in me) but also because I'm 33. That means I get three of everything now right?
After dessert our friends treated us to The Great Gatsby, which we enjoyed. (Leonardo was cute in that little tea scene wasn't he?) Thank you friends!


That was the end of a VERY good day. The following morning was my actual birthday day. I wanted to get a good picture to document what 33 looks like on me. So a nice afternoon visit to the botanical gardens and a camera click later, there we have it.

Artist Photo and credits: http://glasstire.com/2013/02/21/interview-stephanie-barron-curator-of-ken-price-sculpture-at-the-nasher/ 1. http://www.ocregister.com/articles/price-373010-lacma-works.html  2. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/07/arts/design/07price.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0 3. http://fdluxe.dallasnews.com/2013/01/lifetime-achievement-minus-the-guest-of-honor.html/ 4. http://www.lacma.org/art/exhibition/ken-price-sculpture-retrospective 5. http://butdoesitfloat.com/There-were-too-few-of-us-We-didn-t-have-access-to-enough-drugs-Not 6. http://androphilia.tumblr.com/post/31224998967/jesuisperdu-ken-price-the-pinkest-and-the 7. http://butdoesitfloat.com/There-were-too-few-of-us-We-didn-t-have-access-to-enough-drugs-Not 8. http://craftcouncil.org/post/masterful-monograph-ken-price-sculpture