I'm so excited for Sunday to come. Drew is taking me, Alicia and her boyfriend, and My sis, Sheryl, whale watching! When my Aunt Ellen and her hubby Curtis came to BC for a visit, they went whale watching and raved about it. I'm sure it will be very cool. I'll be snapping lots of pics, so I'll be posting them for sure (provided I can get a hold of the computer for a few minutes. Gotta boot Alicia off of it once in a while.) Oh crap! My client is here. gotta go!

Wow, I didn't realize how long its been since my last post. I guess I must be so busy with my new boyfriend! Actually It's an old boyfriend. I've decided to start recycling, so I hooked back up with my ex fiance, Drew. If I was posting from home, I would include a pic of the 6 dozen roses that are in my living room right now. He's a keener. We were together for about 2 and a half years, broke up for 3 and a half years, and now we are back for round 2! Hopefully it works out now after we've both done some growing.
Once when we were camping together, I was feeling a little on the moody/sensitive side...if you know what I mean. It had been a hard day and we had done some bickering back and forth. That night it was very cold, and I didn't bring enough blankets, so as I reached into my bag for some track pants to slip on, I noticed that the crotch of every pair of pants I brought was soaked! They were all folded neatly, and stacked on top of each other, so that all the crotches were lined up. Well, I guess I should have emptied my water/spray bottle before I tossed it in with all my clothes, don't ya think? I managed to make it look like I peed in everything I brought! Being in the mood I was in, my head almost popped off. Poor Drew tried to keep the situation calm and suggested that I simply wear a pair of his trackies. Sounds reasonable, right? Not to a premenstrual crazy lady! I told him that I didn't want to wear his pants and started to cry! Ha ha! Thank God we can laugh at these things now.
The next day, we set out to find a store that sold blankets. We found one lap blanket the size of a beach towel for about $40 and decided to pass. We looked all morning and couldn't find one to save our lives, but we did find a drug store that sold hot water bottles. I was so toasty that night, everyone was happy. I know Drew was happy that Satan had left my body. Ever since then, I bring those same hot water bottles camping, and to every one of Alicia's soccer games. Keeps me toasty warm and happy!

Let me just start by saying, "I AM SOOOO TIRED!!!" I just got back from camping and I am pooped. Alicia and I were sharing a double site with my girlfriend, her hubby and their son. My tent happens to be very easy to set up, and with my new pump, my air mattress was a cinch to inflate. Sadly, when we stumbled through the dark with our flashlight and climbed in for a cozy sleep, my butt sunk down to the cold, lumpy earth. In a few short hours a tiny hole somewhere in our queen sized mattress had let out our only hope of a good night's sleep. My friends heard the commotion from their trailer and offered us their couches for the night. As generous as this was, the couch I was on was about a foot shorter than the length of my body, so as you can well imagine, I didn't wake up singing with the birds the next morning. In fact, at about 6:00 am, I fumbled my way outside. Shortly after, Alicia followed. She didn't sleep either. Wrapped in blankets, sitting in lounge chairs, Alicia read her book, and I tried to slip into some kind of nap-land. The problem was that I wasn't very hungry the night before, and the rye and cokes I drank didn't agree with my empty tummy. I wasn't nauseated, but every time I closed my eyes, the planet seemed to spin a lot faster than usual. Later that day, the fresh air put the spring back in my step. In all of the neighboring campsites, were several of my buddies' friends, so we all met up at the beach where we swam and floated around on inflatables. It was awesome. Alicia and I slept like angels that night after we put all of our gear in the tent and made a very comfy bed in the back of my mom's van. (she lent it to us for the trip.)

Now does that look like a happy camper, or what? My favorite part of the camping trip was seeing Alicia sit in front of thirty people she hardly knows singing and playing guitar. I was really impressed with her guts, not to mention her talent.

The pics are kind of dark, but I had to show off, anyway.

My daughter brought to my attention the ironic side of going camping. We pack up and drive at least an hour to sleep and hang out outside without all the modern technologies, but we pack everything but the kitchen sink! If we're trying to get away from technology and the comforts of home, why are we bringing all these comforts camping with us?

Because I like my comfort, that's why! I like my meats marinating in the cooler so I just have to throw them on the grill. I like my hot water bottles in case it's cold at night. I like bringing preboiled potatoes so they're ready to fry. I like my tent that goes up as easy as an umbrella, and I like my propane tent heater just in case there's a chill in the air. I like too many clothes, towels, blankets, and flotation devices. I like the weenie and marshmallow stick I bought from Canadian tire instead of having to find one on the ground. I like fire starter, air matrices, bug spray, and sun screen.

And then when it's all over, I love coming home to a real bed, a real bathroom, and 5 days of reality TV waiting for me in my VCR.