Hot Damn Between My Legs & Various Other Stories from Wheatland

What a weekend! Wheatland never disappoints. You can guarantee you'll eat all the wrong (but yummy) foods, hear good music, drink good drinks, and watch your kids have fun. Here is a list of various funnies and warmies from the weekend. Enjoy!

• Kevin yelling "Amish!" every time we pass an Amish person on our drive out there. We pass a school and Amish children are playing on the playground (very sweet, really) and 9 year old says "Why are the Amish so short?" not realizing they were children (because they all dress like the adults).
• Cars line up to get in the gate. While waiting we are having a good ol' time. I crack a beer (we drove about 10 yards every 10 minutes) and sip my Hot Damn (cinnamon schnapps). KARK (m) says something about Hot Damn between my legs and we agree my blog title must be "hot damn between my legs". Thanks KARK(m)
• KARK x2's 4yr old daughter is singing to herself and when I lean in to listen to her she sings "I am singing a song... And my tunes all have love in them." This girl is so happy. She actually walks on her tippy toes or skips everywhere. Love her.
• KARK's 7 yr old daughter grabs my hand as I take her to the bathroom. Love her.
• My diet consisted of Greek Pizza, fried Potatoes and Gravy, walking tacos, an elephant ear, and beer/hot damn/coffee/gatorade. Talk about delicacies.
• Laughing with KARK(f) after we had a red bull and vodka. I'll try to remember why we were laughing and insert here:
• Listening to friend MK's son talk about a huge spider he had found: he said he didn't know if it was poisonous but if it bites him and he dies, it is.... (he LOVES bugs).
• Hearing the story of MK meeting her husband JK. He slapped her on the ass and said "do you want to make out?" She said no and declared him annoying. They are together over a decade later. So sweet.
• My 4yr old went into the porta-potty. I made sure he turned the green button to red by locking the door before I went in the next one. He came out first and wanted to know which one I was in. I banged on the side to show him and he said in his worried tone "MOM, you're not supposed to go in the red one's!!"
• Hearing Cheryl Wheeler. She's super funny and a good songwriter.
• The supposed 3-hour nap I took on Saturday. Thanks Kevin!
• KARK(f) reminding me that two years previous I was grumpy on the last day (Sundays are hard) and had told them before we left that "I am sorry I am moody. I haven't pooped in three days, I am tired, and I have dust boogers."
• I am happy to report, I was much less grumpy this time on the last day of Wheatland. I swear it was the walking tacos.
• My mom made awesome chicken salad, lent me her belt and put up with my eye rolling at her humming. (To tunes she had never heard - she was predicting the next note....but really, I'm sorry).
• My mom and dad impress me by coming to Wheatland even though they are "seniors", camping, and actually having a good time. They're so cool.
• I love Wheatland. It catapults me right into feeling fallish. It is good time spent with old and new friends. The kids love it, except for the "boring" music. I get a weekend outdoors.

Until next year, "Happy Wheatland!"

S'mores and Coors!

I LOVE camping. I love the nature. I love sleeping in a tent. I love making a camp fire and watching the flames dance. I love hiking or biking the trails. It's all fun to me. All of it. I grew up peeing in the woods and finding a leaf to wipe with. Seriously.

My parents actually met and fell in love while camping in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. They did some naughty things during those few fleeting moments they had together in Jackson Hole. I know this because my dad was keeping a journal at the time. My dad had come from his home in California on a cross-country road trip with a friend, a dog, a truck and his guitar. My mom was on a camping trip specifically to Jackson Hole with friends. The dog introduced them by wandering into mom's campground. They had a good time. Dad came to Michigan on his road trip and never left. That was July, they were married in December. I don't know if that is part of why I love camping, but it's my favorite camping love story, anyway.

My parents got kicked out of a campground when we were little. With LITTLE KIDS they still got kicked out. I think it was for singing campground songs and drinking beer?? Uh, doesn't that go hand in hand with camping? They must have been naughtier than they let on... no journal to read about that trip.

Kevin and I did a lot of camping and outdoor adventures when we were together at MSU. More than we do now. I am so happy I married a man that likes to camp and be outdoors. When we introduced babies into our world we stopped camping as much. We camped once a year at Wheatland, and a few times out at my parents (in town). But I can't tell you how long it has been since we have GONE CAMPING.

Tomorrow we leave for a camping trip. We are visiting friends that have a cabin and we are staying in a campground. On hand: tent, sleeping bags, warm clothes, swimsuits, s'mores fixins and beer. Too bad I haven't learned to play guitar yet! We'll still sing....