More Summer

17 08 2011

 

 
Davis Lake is one of my favorite places to camp with Jason and the dog.  We didn’t make it out there last summer, so I was happy to get there this year.

Gotta love summer when you’re camping at a lake.

 

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36 Weeks / 1 Year

17 08 2011

Jason and I have been married for one year now.  Considering that I’ve pretty much been pregnant for that entire year, that we still don’t have a baby, and I have another four weeks left of being pregnant, I think that it’s pretty damn impressive that we’re still on speaking terms.  Most of the time.

 

 





Campfire

25 07 2011

This is what summer is all about:







Life at the Last Minute

24 07 2010

My mom and I went to Costa Rica as a final “girls-only” trip before I get married.  We planned for months.

With 24 hours left before we had to be at the airport, Jason decided he wanted to go camping.  He really wanted to go camping.

“What else do you have to do to get ready?” he asked.  “Decide which book to take?”

Oh, the boy knows me well – in fact, I had several library books, and needed to decide if I wanted to take the higher-interest hardback or the lower-interest paperback.

We went camping.

Here is the boy, clearly eager to spend every minute with me before I left the country (every minute he wasn’t fishing, that is):

Well, we did hang out together a bit, and close to the fire because, for July, it was cold.  So here we are, the happy couple:

Surprisingly, my mom and I made it to the airport on time.  I even had time to shower.  All I forgot, in the rush the next day, was my toothbrush.  And my fleece jacket.

And for those of you who are as nerdy as I am and are therefore desperate to know: I took the hardback.





Where the Buffalo Roam

23 06 2010

My idea of a “present” for my dog is a shoe box with a couple of treats inside, duct-taped shut.  This can entertain us both for quite awhile.  I rarely buy dog treats or toys for Charlie, though I do feed him my leftovers (and I make sure there are leftovers every time I eat).  But while I may be cheap, I’m not above begging for my dog.

I convinced my mom that Charlie really wanted the stuffed buffalo toy at Orvis for Christmas, and being the mom that she is:

Charlie really does love the buffalo – to a degree that surprises me.  Charlie has been carrying around the same blanket for 10 years, dragging it up and down stairs, suckling and chewing on it, and generally demonstrating that he should have been named Linus.  But recently, he’s come to prefer his buffalo, which is nice.  It’s more age-appropriate.

It’s also more portable than his blanket (the remnants, now, of a twin comforter).  And since we’ve been traveling a bit, the buffalo has been in the car.  I look into my rearview mirror to see Charlie staring out the window with his mouth full of buffalo.  Cute.

Charlie loves having his buffalo everywhere he goes.  He’s also decided that he loves his buffalo so much he needs to bury it.

Seriously, Charlie?  Are you going to go back to Davis Lake next spring and unearth it after a long, lean winter?  What, exactly, is your plan here?

Now I have to spend time picking foxtails out of the damn thing because they don’t come out in the wash.  And when I try to get it away from him long enough to dust it off, this is what I get:

Maybe I’m better off with shoeboxes, a few dog treats, and duct tape.  Lots of duct tape.





Commencement of Camping Season

23 06 2010

Camping Kick-Off, Trip #1 to Davis Lake for the summer, was fabulous.  I missed my boys, though; this was my first camping trip without Carbon by my side since I’ve known him, and Jason is off with his crew this week.

Charlie, however, got right to business, terrorizing the little ground squirrel things twice as fiercely as usual in Carbon’s absence.  Here he is, trying to track one down that escaped into the rocks around our fire pit:

No worries, the rodent was perfectly safe, and laughing at Charlie from across the clearing.

We were mostly left to ourselves, with the exception of the ranger, to whom I was polite; and some yahoo geezer who drove into my camp, parked, and strode right past me to take in the view with hardly a word to me, to whom I was as rude as his silence allowed me to be.  No serial killers on this trip, which is good in the overall scheme of things, but my near-demise probably would have made a better post than benign pictures of a great sunset:

We got our favorite spot, the sun was out (except for a brief thunder shower), the mosquitoes… well, they were biting.  But not enough to chase us away.

All in all, the trip was short, but oh-so-sweet.  And the shower when I got home was almost as good.





Pole Pedal Paddle Pre-Party (Px5)

15 05 2010

The guests begin to arrive...

...and make themselves at home...

...despite no kitchen floor...

...no hot water...

...life is still good.








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