So, I haven’t written in like what, 2 months? Ya, sorry about that….
Life has been a little bit crazy lately.
In other words, my plate is full.
And you know what’s really sad, I don’t even have a dinner plate like most Mom’s, I only have a dessert plate. Just a teeny-tiny little plate, and it’s always FULL. I know it’s pathetic, but I’ve come to terms with it. I just can’t handle a full dinner plate, I’m not that organized, or capable.
So, let me catch you up in a quick play by play of what’s happened. I will warn you, it’s NOT very interesting, but I’ll do my best to make it so.
Well, we went camping again, over Memorial Day weekend, and it didn’t rain, which is practically unheard of.
The camp next to us had 14 foster kids……..14!!
It was NUTS! The kids were great too! I kept trying to sneak a peek at the foster parents, mostly because I was curious. I wanted to see what “Crazy” really looked like. When I finally did get a chance to see them, I was blown away! They looked mostly normal, well aside from the angel wings protruding from their backs, and those little halo’s floating above their heads. Seriously though, they must be Angels. Only Angels could handle 14 FULL dinner plates!
It really was a great weekend. Z and I had a blast, and so did my husband. I even got to go fishing, which almost never happens. I had to drive like ten miles down the road to get to the river, but it was worth it. The only problem was, I had to drive my husband’s truck.
Now, normally I will drive pretty much anything, but when it comes to my husband’s truck, I get nervous. He’s very type A personality, A as in Anal. To top it off, when it was time to take off, I had an audience. I know it’s silly, but it’s probably been like three years since I drove it, and the last thing I wanted to do was stall it in front of everybody.
I did pretty good. I got out of camp without stalling it, but about 5 miles down the road I noticed a familiar stench leaking in through the windows. Yep, forgot about the DAMN E-Brake! I had to drive around for like 20 minutes before heading back to camp, didn’t want the stench to follow me.
All in all it was a successful camping trip. Z even went for a 4-wheeler ride, which normally wouldn’t be that exciting except for the fact that she’s terrified of loud noises. It doesn’t just stop there either. She HATES the lawn mower, the weed eater, my blender, the vacuum cleaner, the mixer, the air compressor, etc. So I was pretty excited when she hopped on and went for a ride with Daddy.
Just this last week we had some friends visit from California and North Dakota. They all camped out in our back yard for about 4 days. In all, there were three little ones. A little girl that’s about 4 months younger than Z, a little boy that’s about a year and half older than Z, and another little one around 8 months. We had a blast!
My husband even took a few days off work, so it really did feel like a vacation for us. I can’t even describe how excited Z was to have kids living in her back yard for a week. Every morning she’d wake up with this little sparkle in her eye, almost like Christmas morning. They’d play hard all day long, and crash hard at night after a camp fire and smores.
We even went up to Glacier Park for a hike one day. It’s been ages since I’ve entered the park. People will literally drive hundreds of miles just to see it. I live maybe 40 miles away, and it’s been at least 4, maybe even 5 years since I’ve been there. It’s always the same though, beautiful and breathtaking, and filled with tourists. It never fails too, we always run into a couple of overly outgoing tourists that ask us where we’re from. When we say here, they almost always say, “Wow, really! You’re so lucky! I’ve heard the winters are bad, are they really that bad?”
Now, you have to understand my husband. He’s a service technician, and he fixes water softeners and stuff like that. A large part of his job deals with vacationers, or out of staters, or people that have entirely too much money. They all start out as tourists too. They come here on vacation one summer, fall in love, and then decided to make it permanent. They buy up tons of property, close roads that have always been open, and then build enormous houses that block the sun. So, to say he’s a little bit jaded, is an understatement. So, back to the conversation with the overly outgoing tourists.
My husband answers, “Oh ya, they’re terrible! Like, you want to hang yourself in the garage terrible.”
That pretty much ends the conversation. As we walk away, I can’t help but notice the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “Was that really necessary”, I ask.
“Hey, I wasn’t lying, and yes, it was necessary”, he says.
So, now our friends are all gone, and life is basically back to normal. I can’t make any promises, cause it’s summer and stuff, but I’ll try my best to keep posting. Even if it’s only two sentences long.