- Just returned from camping in Lake Tahoe. Apparently, I will not, ever, learn.
- We have some great friends. Great ones. Some of these friends came camping with us. This fact made #1 more okay than one would expect. However, it was still about as relaxing as, oh, whatever, I don’t know…something not relaxing – and I currently, once again, need a vacation from our “vacation.”
- I’m not sure, but I THINK that if I were a millionaire I would probably never, ever camp again. [Why do I say these things out loud? WHY?] I would rent one of those 2,000 square feet “cabins” and just hang out outside, as if we were camping.
- Okay FINE. We’d probably still camp, but not as often. For SURE not as often.
- I love Lake Tahoe in the summer. I just freaking love it. I love the trees and the clear blue water and the snow-peaked mountains and the way the sun burns you more readily cause of the altitude and the mountain towns and the rocks. I love all of it.
- Well maybe not all of it. I don’t love the way everybody drives on ONE ROAD around the lake, often after consuming seventeen beers on the beach, all of it causing extreme traffic fun. I don’t love the drunk 12-year-olds. Okay maybe they’re slightly older, but they look 12, so whatever. I don’t cherish drum-circling hippies in small campgrounds who play until 3am. Not very “love the one your with,” bro.
- Toby Keith really should take it down a notch. I mean is a “boot in your ass” really the American way? Sounds a little extreme in my opinion. Besides, we more prefer bombing people than kicking. Don’t we?
- Speaking of Toby Keith, I would like to know how the hell he got on my Ipod.
- I’m afraid of 5th grade girls. I learned this when I saw the 5th-grade girls in my daughter’s class (she’s in a 4th/5th split class next year). They look kinda like real preteen girls. They bounce around almost like actual teen girls. They look about 10 years more “mature” than my daughter and I don’t like it. Stay where you are, Ava. Stay.
- I’m on the brink of a lot of changes. I’m going to tell you all about them this week. There’s a lot going on, my friends. The Zen proverb “Leap, and the net will appear” keeps coming to mind.
- There’s a reason I’m not a Zen master: because I’m leaping, but I’m fucking afraid and I often convince myself in no uncertain terms that there is no net and there never will be a net and we’re going to end up in a pile at the bottom of a ravine, after jumping like idiots from our position of safety. Really, quite terrified. I’m “trusting” that the net will appear only because the alternative – of staying where I am – is impossible. Impossible.
I realize I’m being cryptic and annoyingly vague. Sorry – I’ll spill it soon – first Spill Post tomorrow. Have a great week, all.
kimSunday, 24 July, 2011 at 19:30
Spill yo’ shit at the TC. I don’ wait well.
Char KlassenMonday, 25 July, 2011 at 21:02
I’m with you on so many ass kicking points here. I’m enjoying your ramblings…it’s strangely comforting to find another mom that bitches so freely and sees, feels real stuff…5th grade girls…belly stitches.
daniFriday, 29 July, 2011 at 15:09
I love that zen proverb. It’s going to be one of my new mantras.
daniFriday, 29 July, 2011 at 15:12
Fifth grade girls scare me, too. Some of the 5th graders at my school have boobs bigger than mine. Really? I’m no A-cup…it’s scary.
ShanSaturday, 20 August, 2011 at 19:20
Yeah, I *am* just reading this. I had to wait because you were freaking me out about our camping trip. Which was… and I know this will shock you… not at all relaxing. But I loved it and am glad we went and that it is done.
On to read the rest of your posts (and by “the rest” I mean the parts that haven’t fit into my reader these last several weeks).