do anything fun,you just lounge around.Or do like me and live on the computer most of the weekend :tongue:
Well, I met diamonddeb, which was great, but then I was captured by the Vietcong and forced into a labour camp. Good thing Colonel Braddock was there to save me.
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do anything fun,you just lounge around.Or do like me and live on the computer most of the weekend :tongue:
I ran a few errands, helped my mom move a book case from one end of the house to the other, spent a lot of time on LPSG and youtube.com, printed out some low sodium recipes. That's about it.do anything fun,you just lounge around.Or do like me and live on the computer most of the weekend :tongue:
do anything fun,you just lounge around.Or do like me and live on the computer most of the weekend :tongue:
So, yah, I did go out and do some stuff this weekend.
It being summer and all, and despite the showery weather, I allowed the wife to convince me (against my better judgement) to take the little one and her out "camping" this weekend. I reluctantly packed up the little pop-up trailer and we headed out into the outdoors.
Despite the fact that we'd be gone only 1 1/2 days, I soon found the wife had packed:
3 cartons of milk
an 8 packet of bagels
a full loaf of bread
8 bananas
two boxes of oatmeal packets
3 cubes of butter
a full jar of peanut butter
two jars of jam
a doze eggs
2 bags of fritos corn chips
a full bottle of ketchup
a package of bratwursts
several tins of tuna
an 8-pack of orange drinks (10% real orange juice)
several pans of jiffy-pop
two pacakages of beef jerky
etc (need I go on?)
She also packed wool socks, down coats, (this being July and all), wool hats and mittens in addition to thick sleeping bags. In the rush she seems to have forgotten the bathing trunks, sandals, t-shirts and shorts.
Ah, life in the state park "campground": A badly overcrowded enclave of massive recreational vehicles crammed side-by-side with each other, screaming kids wildassing around on bicycles, barking dogs, pot smoking sullen teenagers, harried rangers trying to keep order, retired couples (women with blue hair and flourescent white legs, grouchy old guys with pot bellies and cigars), rednecks rampaging on off-road-vehicles, long lines for the restrooms, did I mention the barking dogs?, the stench of burned hot-dogs and smoldering campfires, the aroma of the camp outhouses, trash and empty beer bottles adorning abandoned camp sites, etc. Get the picture?
It got better. The poor guy who was hired to dress up as Smokey the Bear and patrol the campground got ill and actually vomited inside the bear costume due to the buildup of heat and humidity. Indeed, it must have been hellishly hot under that thick, furry mask. Dog fights and canine snarling matches broke out as various families walked their pets past each other's campsites. Some of the dogs continued howling and barking into the night, well past the posted quiet hours.
"Quiet hours." Good luck tyring to sleep. Some campers continued playing "Risk" or "Scrabble" long into the night by the light of lanterns. Others dispensed with the board games and instead built roaring, flaming campfires and drank themselves senseless to the tunes of country music on their portable boom boxes. And to really add to the wilderness experience, various car alarms activated at sporadic intervals during the night, just to keep everyone not already asleep awake. At odd intervals I occasionally got wiffs of the ganja weed smoke drifting from a nearby campsite. Then a guy arrived in his gargantuan RV at 2:30 am and lit up the forest (and our tent trailer) while backing into his campsite.
Late, late that night the skies opened up and the rain came down in buckets, dousing the campfires and driving the inebriated rednecks into their Coleman tents where the partying continued unabated. Everything not covered got soaked, including the driver's seat of my truck because I had forgotten to close the window after dinner (the bratwurst and macaroni and cheese). By morning when the rain let up, everything (and I do mean everything) was sodden. The campground was a river of mud and floating pine needles but this didn't stop the campground kids from re-mounting their bicycles and continuing screaming and wildassing around the camp shortly after dawn.
I was groggy from lack of sleep, but not so groggy as to prevent me from finding that racoons had raided much of our food stash the wife had unwisely left accessible the previous evening. Sodden food scraps, packaging and racoon fur were everywhere, requiring a considerable clean up and disposal by yours truly.
By this time, enthusiasm for the good, clean outdoor life had dampened considerably and the wife grudgingly admitted she'd be happier back at home where it was at least dry. So, we forfeited the second night's campsite fee and bid adieu to the state park for home.
So, yah, I did go out and do some stuff this weekend.