Just like my mother with her living room furniture, I can't let my blog look the same for too long. I am experimenting with this new look, leave me your comments and let me know what you think. I can always go back to the old style, but it's always good to shake things up a little. I was even able to fit my entire name by my profile without it getting cut in half, bonus. Also check out my new link to the left, yes, look to the left right now. Birch Hill Jewelry is a site started by my sister-in-law Amy, and even though she has 8 (yes, I said 8!) kids she still finds time to make hand-made jewelry, so stop by and visit her.
We were at the lake this weekend for what Jack would call a little "mini-vacation." We had a great time despite the weather being 78% rain. I mean, once you're wet, you're wet so you might as well just stay out in the rain (at least this is the mentality the kids seemed to have). My parents have a trailer that stays year-round in a great campground on a lake that is real woodsy and rustic. Ahhh, I love camping. The smell of the campfire, the sap constantly dripping from the trees, hot dogs, the comfort of a warm bed, t.v. with DVD player, indoor bathroom, kitchen. Just getting back to nature and really roughing it. OK, OK, so maybe it's not totally "roughing" it, but to me it's enough. It's not that I am a high-maintenance kind of girl, I just don't see the appeal of sleeping in a tent on the hard ground, of washing your dishes from a hose, peeing in the woods, all that stuff. In fact, I have an actual inability to pee in the woods. Once, while in college I was at a Phish concert (so, I liked the music. . . that's all. . . really). Anyway, after a few tasty beverages outside beforehand my friends and I all had to pee, so everyone ran off into the woods, except me. I just can't seem to do it. So much in fact that I went in and stood in a line 8 miles long, almost passing out from the pain in my bladder, just to get to a "real" bathroom. So pitching a tent in the middle of the woods just isn't my thing, especially now that I have kids. It just seems like all too much, work to be considered any kind of vacation. My husband loves to camp. Loves the woods, loves the whole thing. Of course, he actually prefers to pee outside, can happily go 2 or 3 days without showering, and loves the outdoors. The sky, the stars. He sits forever and ever outside on our deck at night and watches the stars. He's probably seen over 1,000 shooting stars in his life, while I on the other hand have seen 4. I try to hang out there with him, I really do, but my neck gets sore from looking up, and bugs start to bite me, and I realize that I have 2 loads of laundry to fold and a dishwasher to empty and the joy of staring at the sky just goes out the window. Oh well, this is why we are together, so that when the kids want to have a camp-out in the yard I can happily bring the 3 of them drinks & snacks and kiss them good night, and head on back into the house to my comfy bed, all to myself.