Y’all still here? ya coulda tidied up the place but ok.
I’m not gonna write about how long it’s been since I’ve been here because really..who cares. I don’t write cause I don’t want to most of the time.
Mark and I went camping a couple weeks ago on the motorcycle. We met up with a bunch of other biker types that he knows from online. It was pretty fun, with a few glitches. First of all, whatever it is you want to bring, forget it. Minimal clothes, minimal toiletries, no pillow, 1 pair of shoes, and can forget bringing a bunch of fun snacks..not happening.
It was a pretty neat place, I’ve only camped at an actual campground maybe once before. There were bathrooms and showers, and you were in close proximity to a lot of other campers. I’m used to camping in the National parks where you have basically your run of the forest. Both have good and bad points. The worst thing about the campground was how close all the other people were.
the campers next to us brought a baby. A baby! She cried all night long until at least 4 in the morning. The parents were at each other’s throats about it which didn’t help in the least. When you couldn’t hear the baby crying, the people across the street from us had a yappy little dog that never shut up. Finally at about 430 in the morning both of them shut up and then came The Moaning. Oh, the moaning.
I think the moaner came from the barking dog area but I couldn’t be sure. It started when Mark left the tent to go to the bathroom, perfect timing. I’m all along in the tent and it begins. “AAAhhh” “Ooooh. “Auuuuuggghhh”. At first I couldn’t place if it was an animal or not, i was trying to place what *kind* of animal it could be. Then it became decidedly human. It was almost like someone had a terrible horrible toothache. It went on and on and on. Mark finally came back and I was panicked.
“Did you hear that?!”
“Oh, yea. Weird”
We finally got to sleep and the next morning I just kept looking at all our camp neighbors to try to decide who the moaner was. It was so weird.
I’m trying to find a nanny job but just keep getting weird people and obstacles. People either want to pay $3 an hour or want me to drive 50 miles 2 days and work and be happy about it. I do have an interview on Thursday and it’s everything I want except the distance. It’s about 30 minutes away but it’s full time and it’s a tiny baby. Cross your fingers.
Emma and Mark went to South Dakota this past weekend, to another camping trip for the same group. When she was getting her stuff together she brough it all downstairs and she had a bunch of cothes and shoes and a pillow. First off all her shirts were white, I told her she didn’t want to bring white shirts camping cause one wrong move and you’re filthy. lol Mark looked at the big puffy pillow she initially brought down and we all had a good chuckle about that. Mark said she did really well despite the long distance riding on the bike. The main problem with camping on the bike is since you can’t bring any food or a stove, you have to eat every meal out and that gets really expensive. Also, it means no coffee in the morning!! AUGH
Yesterday we celebrated Katie’s 2 year anniversary of being sober. I am so proud and even giddy that she is doing so well. Those years are a part of my life I never want to even remember much less re-live. Someday maybe I will write a book about all we went through. Or maybe not. In any case, it’s a huge momentous occasion and it was hella fun.
That’s it for now. If your nice I might come back soon.
Here’s a picture I love. What a sexy dude.