That’s my girl. Athletic shorts, heels and knife in hand getting ready to go camping….. four days before we leave because you can never be too prepared. Our whole family is going camping this weekend. This is a big deal because I’m not much of a camping chick. These last 20 years I’ve never once missed sleeping on the ground under a nylon triangle that supposedly protects me from lions, tigers and bears. I’ve been camping one time in the last 20 years and it was pretty much horrible. I froze and had a back ache for a week after sleeping on an air mattress that was more like a float from the dollar store. That’s my last memory of camping 8 years ago. I’ll skip over the other reasons I have for not camping and tell you this one. #234 reason I hate camping: because I’m terrified of snakes. This fear came out recently as I hacked a 5′ brown snake to death with about 48 chops up and down his body with a shovel. Over kill. Didn’t even know I had done it that many times until Randy pointed out the ground was all churned up. Yeah, I totally felt the need to check into Bates Motel. Psycho Girl. Seriously, didn’t know I had it in me.
So, with that back story you could just pray for our family this weekend as we go camping. Two friends have graciously loaned us an 8 man tent, mattresses, cot, and a sleeping pad in efforts to help raise from the dead my camping experiences. Mitchell and Sophie are about to bust out of their skin they’re so excited. Mitchell has talked non stop about it and has even expressed a desire to cook breakfast. The boy hates scrambled eggs but he’s going to cook them in his mess kit just so he can use his camping stuff. Randy doesn’t hate or love camping and this was his idea so he’s really looking forward to it too.
I don’t want to be a party pooper so I’m trying really hard to be excited about this trip. To see all the good in it. To block out any memories of the last three years of field trips (day trip) to this same place and how a snake has been spotted every single blasted time. To think I could wear steel toed boots if I wanted to pull my redwings out of the attic. To know that our family is going to have a wonderful time. Period.
Please start praying. Uh Now.
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