February 16, 2008

Crazy Dayz and Crazy Nightz

Craziness. Craziness this life of mine.

Camping was GREAT. Today is my husband’s birthday so I got in the door, unpacked the car, headed back out to the grocery story with boys in tow so they could get a card for their Dad and I could get salad ingredients for supper. (We had 10 for supper tonight.) Every single kid got their father a singing card, two of the Hoops and YoYo and the other… from Bones… of course… a St. Patrick’s Day card he loved.

Mr. T said, ‘MOM! He’s getting Dad a St. Patrick’s Day card!”

To which I replied, “If it makes Bones happy, then let him do it. Think out of the box.”

Who says you can’t wish someone Happy Birthday with a green card that plays a jig?

With each card that was opened, the family laughed harder and harder. I’m not sure what it was, but all the noise and wondering what would be next, was somehow just… funny.

So he had a good birthday. Family was around and a lot of laughter. Bonus for us, my fil was in a good mood and was entertaining.

As for camping, I drove up in the asexual Mom-mobile, and the first thing I noticed, as I told one of the Boy Scout moms was… Boy Scouts shave.

Holy crap.

I literally got out of my car, walked up to a Boy Scout mom I know very well and before I even said hello I said, “Boy Scouts… Shave!”

I know, it sounds ridiculous, but its doing this whole mind bend on me, that my son is going to be spending so much time hanging with boys who are shaving and getting their license to drive soon, although I was assured only parents drive Boy Scouts.

Port-o-lets. They are fine to use… in the dark. Which I did. As I finally made my way to one, as a mom was saying to me, “Use it now while it’s clean and take your lantern so you can see…” I said, “This has so much potential sitcom material. I can just see myself dropping my daggum flashlight in the toilet.”

In the daylight? It is more than I can handle. It’s bad enough in the dark sounding like you are peeing down a well. Seeing it all… the entire sensory port o let experience, is one I cannot take. It’s too much for me. Too much.

I laid in my tent last night, hearing well peeing throughout the night. That would be the wimmin folk. The men? I know they were watering trees.

How do I know this?

I would hear the tent unzip and then silence. Not that I was listening, but I wasn’t sleeping so I was listening to the wild life and what not.

The what not varied.

Anyway, light of day Port o let using is just… well… it is just. And I kept thinking, ‘I could not be a construction worker.’ Blech.

And one mother said to me, “Use it now! It smells pretty good!”

Me thinks she needs to get her sense of smell checked. It smelled like an airplane bathroom, that sickening sweet nasty smell. Good God… yuck.

I lived.

And I realize, I’m ready for real hiking and camping. I’m ready to do the whole ‘Bear trick’. I’m ready for a pack and to really commune with nature with a little tent to park wherever I decide to sleep.

I want to do the Appalachian Trail.

Meanwhile, it became obvious that in our little tent city, that you can hear EVERYTHING that goes on at night in those tents. Good Lord… every conversation when not whispered, everyone was privy to. Last night, the family next to us… well… someone passed gas around 4AM and some kids heard it and laughed, but I managed not to…. Laugh that is.

So juvenile of me to want to laugh. I think it’s from hanging out with my boys so much.

And I also realized, I was meant to be a boy Mom. I know now why I only have boys. It just feels… right. My little Webelos… they frickin’ tell me everything. Some of the things that come out of their mouths… I am torn between doing a *gasp* and covering my mouth in horror and laughing. I do neither, and instead just listen, nod my head and say, “Yup”.

Boys crack me up. They absolutely crack me up.

So that’s two things I learned this weekend… well three. “Clean Port o lets” at night are doable. NO port o lets are doable during the day, no matter the state. I want to hike the Appalachian Trail. And I’m glad I’m a boy Mom.

It was a good fun weekend.

Posted by Boudicca at February 16, 2008 10:39 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Happy Birthday to your husband!

As for using portolets in the dark... heheheh... I've got some stories from the Corps about that. Suffice to say, it's not always best to use them when you can't see...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 17, 2008 12:00 AM

Good for you! Now just don't convince my kids that camping is fun. GRIN

Posted by: vw bug at February 17, 2008 07:15 AM

Happy Birthday to G! Glad you had a good time! :D

Posted by: pam at February 17, 2008 07:54 AM

You can handle the Appalachian Trail...I know an 80-year old man who did it last summer. By himself. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I got sick driving through the hills to get to it. I'm not much of an outdoors woman.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at February 17, 2008 11:41 AM

Happy birthday to your hubby. And glad you had a good time.

But I want to talk, for a moment about this whole roughing it, hiking the trail with a pack thing. May I?

Yeah, I *KNOW* you can do it. Really. No doubt in my mind. But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take some kind of video recording thing along. Maybe wear it on your hat, with a microphone. PLEASE.

Cause while I know you can do it....I also know YOU....and holy cow...that's some serious comedic possibilities there! ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at February 17, 2008 01:06 PM

Happy Birthday to your husband. Sounds like it was a great one! Yay!

Camping... UGH! Seriously I loathe it. I'll let you do it and blog about it. That's as close as I ever want to get to it again. LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at February 17, 2008 03:52 PM

Bou,

I am with you on the Port o let, ain't gonna happen for me. The "clean" smell is bad enough the used smell is worse.

When we go off, we take 2 five gallon buckets. The first one has the bottom cut out, so the ladies can sit and tinkle.

The second we line with biodegradable paper bags, you sit, do your business, close the bag and bury.

beats the heck out of any port-o-let. If the campsite has trash pickup, you can line it with the white plastic bags and chunk it in the trash.

PT

Posted by: P'cola Titan at February 18, 2008 08:50 AM

Happy Birthday to your Hubby! Glad the port-o-lets worked for you. I have always hated them. Blech.

Posted by: Richmond at February 18, 2008 02:11 PM

First summer of college I was a Girl Scout camp counsler at a primitive camp. No running water and pit toliets. (2 1/2 months)

The rule was once something went into the toliet it stayed there. Hated when flash lights went in because it took a day or two for them to go out.

And I always looked into the pit (gross I know) because things would be down there. Snakes and Racoons were the worst. Didn't want to explain those bites to an ER worker.

Gah ...

And belated Happy Birthday to Bou's hubby!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at February 19, 2008 09:44 AM