New Blog Look for an Old Blogger

Doing the happy dance this morning. Dave, my writer friend over at Writers in the Mist has fixed up my new blog image, and I couldn't be more pleased. It gives it a bit of a punch that it lacked. Thank you Dave for taking the time to tinker with my template. If you've never visited Dave or Writers in the Mist, take a few minutes and mosie on over. You'll like both blogs.

I'm going to keep this post short and sweet, as I have tons of work to get done this morning and absolutely TONS of laundry to go with it. As far as the campout goes, I'm getting too old and fat to sleep on the ground. This was the first time I'd ever really camped out other than the back yard. Putting up the tent was quite an experience. And it was no small tent. We bought a 7-man tent, so that it would accommodate a king-sized air mattress and Chase's cot. We got it on sale at Sears for 54 dollars, which I thought was pretty good.

I spent about four hours in the tent tossing and turning before having to take the 1/4 mile trek to the potty at 1 a.m. By 2 a.m. I had to make the trek again, (This is not unusual for me at home, but I don't have to go that far. LOL) and I ended up in my chair by the fire. I stayed there until sun up. It was fun watching the little and big faces pop out sleepily one by one. My little one woke up at 5 a.m. and missed me, which woke up a few more in the camp. I was only a few feet away, but I guess he thought the bears had gotten me. And yes, there are sometimes bears in Henry County, though I doubt there were any out there that night. Some adult said there was a big snake spotted in a tree, but I wondered if that was just to keep the boys out of the woods. I know it kept me out of them.

Cooking outdoors was fun. We had hamburgers and hotdogs and baked beans. The leader sent me and my husband back to town to get these supplies for our bunch--about 90 folks. We were running around Wal-Mart on a Saturday afternoon (and you know how harrowing that can be ) while the kids back at camp were on a one mile hike. I don't know which is worse come to think of it. You should have seen us with the three buggies. Chase was toasting marshmallows for breakfast at 5 a.m. I know, not the healthiest of breakfasts, but hey, we were camping. And by this time, I didn't have the strength to argue with him.

Besides the hike they got to shoot dog food into pails with slingshots, play tug of war, have a rain gutter regatta competition, and make pirate, I call them, "do-rags," eye patches, and parrots. They all wanted to be Dirty Dan, whoever that is. Maybe some of you can fill me in. They put on skits at the night council meeting around the campfire. Overall I think Chase had a great time. So much for keeping this short and sweet. Just too much to tell.

My favorite part was sitting around the fire and gazing up at the stars at 4 a.m. (And listening to the snores coming from the tents.) It's still debatable though, whether or not this old gal will be doing it again any time soon. (Next campout, Spookoree, is in October, which will be even colder.) Motherhood...ah the joy.

So that's where I've been. Now I've definitely got to get back to the grind. Tell me about your weekend. I missed you.
--Cyn