Sunday, August 16, 2009

Where will all the GEAR go?

Lee and I went camping for 18 hours (4pm-10am) yesterday.  This tent represents about 1/100th of the total GEAR.  Yes, I am a site camper (Lee is a back woods camper).  If I am going to go camping, I want to be comfortable.  There, I said it.   I like to have access to all the amenities.  It just makes me happier to know that a ....well, fairly clean, flushable toilet is within a 5 minute walk, or running water is within an arms reach, and for certain...there has to be somewhere to plug in a radio or a frying pan to make bacon in the morning!   It's a hoot!  I know it!  But that is just me.  We loaded up the truck Saturday afternoon and did not have one ounce of extra room.  For just ONE night, we were loaded down!  This got me to thinking.....WHERE  is all the KID GEAR going to go?  We had much discussion about it over dinner and our campfire.  The kid gear LIST got very long and we were at one point stressing a bit, and then we decided it didn't matter.  We would figure out how to take it all with us somehow!  The point to remember is to just continue having fun together, the gear will follow (in the trailer we need to buy)..........Oh, and let's not forget all the DOG gear too!  Have a great week everyone!!

Flank Steak Marinade:  Simply FANTASTIC!
1/4 Cup Oil
2 T Lemon Juice
2 T Soy Sauce 
2 T Grated Onion
1 Clove Garlic
1 tsp  Celery Sauce
1/2 tsp Black Pepper
(Marinate MINIMUM 1 day!) No more than 8 minutes per side on the Grill!

We are just goofy!

This is what you look like about 3 seconds after your dog licks your face in the pitch dark!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

The Gift of a Rainy Saturday Morning

The gift of a rainy Saturday morning..... Last night I fell asleep exhausted, stressed, mentally drained and without any spirit.  I had enough of the day and was ready to put it behind far as I could.  Not really anticipating

a brighter tomorrow, I fell asleep.  I slept rock solid; one of those nights when all the muscles in your body break apart and you awake in the same position you laid down the night before.  The clock said 4:50am and on a normal work day this would be 10 minutes prior to the alarm began shaking my world. was raining.....a soft rain, not buckets, just  ever so soft droplets and a quiet roll of thunder.......I rolled over and fell back to sleep.  The gift was given and I was receiving.  Approximately 10 hours after laying my head down in despair, I opened an eyelid.......again.   The sun wasn't shining, it was dark, it was 9 am, and I was starting to feel alive again.  I crept around the house, made some coffee, and enjoyed the quiet time to reflect and ponder.    These types of "perfect" Saturday mornings don't come around to often and I was going to embrace  it.  In fact, what if this type of Saturday morning where the rain and rest came together with exact timing never came again?.......hmmmmm, I think that would be okay, because maybe that meant it was time to fill our home with laughter, and morning cartoons,  Daddy's pancakes and the beginning of day with a child.   The waiting continues, as well as, the anticipation and excitement......and the rain.