When a tree falls, does it make a sound? Only when it hits my neighbor's car!!!!

The "camping trip"...

So our first mistake was going to sleep on a battleship last Thanksgiving. Once we completed that outing we were politely told that we would not be allowed to skip out on the camping trip this year. Previously we have managed for one reason or another to luck out and not be able to sleep overnight on the campgrounds. So, we bowed our heads in defeat and shopped for our tent. We found a tent in a clearance section in Costco, worked for us...2 room tent and not too expensive. We bought it, attached the receipt to it (for the secretive wish of them cancelling the trip this year)and put it along side the sleeping bags and air mattresses from other boy scouting events.
So now the weekend has approached. Father's Day weekend. Yes, this is the weekend we go every year. The Friday before, I had plans with my girlfriend to go out for dinner and drinks. I figured why not, I really didnt have much packing to do for this trip. However, we had a change in plans and wound up cancelling "girls night out". Still, I put off packing until the next morning. So the next morning, off the boys go to my sons weekly drumming lessons while I starting preparing for the trip. When they came back we did a few last minute errands and off we went to the campgrounds. We were smart enough to have a big breakfast that morning knowing that the people who mainly took care of the meal preparation were at sporting events with their boys. They would be arriving later in the afternoon.
We arrive around 2:00 and pick our spot and start to pull out the tent and gear. I should begin by saying that the cub scouts pitch their tents in what looks like a parking lot. The older boys in Boy Scouts camp in the actual woods. So we pick what looks the most level spot and lay out the tent, pull all the poles out and find the instructions. A few fellow scout parents are close by and ask if we need any help. We say no, we should be fine. We begin to read the instructions. OK..."take the yellow poles and insert them along the top of one of the domes criss-crossing them as they pass through the sleeves not missing the loops in the center". GREAT! Step one complete. We look at each other with confidence...we are intelligent people, this will be a breeze!! Then we go back to the instructions, and attempt to follow the next step. ATTEMPT was the key word. As we looked at what seemed to be now incomplete instructions. What size poles do we use? What color? After that first step, nothing was clear cut anymore. There were so many poles and we had no clue which to choose. We start to look confused, on-lookers realize that we are about to walk away, cut our loss on the purchase and find an excuse to get out. The two men that offered before (which I should state that their tents were up and they were enjoying a "drink" now) came by again. Luckily my son wanted to go to the restroom and wanted me to take him since I knew where it was. I quickly dropped a set of poles that I was holding and said that I would be back in a second. Relieved and now out of sight, I bent over and kissed my son and thanked him for his wonderful timing. We proceeded across the camp sight to the restrooms. I told him that there was no rush. Unfortunately boys are quick in the bathroom. So, head down and in defeat yet again that day I figured I would head back to tackle this horrible tent.
As we neared our sight, I realized that the tent was completely up. Our "five star" accommodations as a fellow scout mom and friend commented on our tent as we walked up. WOW. Thank you Scout dads!!! I proceed to set the rest up (need to hang the shelves very important!!), put out the chairs. Put all the bedding and the snacks in the tent. As if I was at home...ugh!!! We break out some "adult" drinks and join the others. We were all informed that no alcoholic beverages were allowed on the camp grounds...so we were told to "HIDE IT WELL!!!". As we all do every year. Anyway, now we are hungry and drinking in the sun. Not good. Don't want to get a buzz just yet...pull out the "nutritious" snacks you grab for these outings...Doritos and potato chips. YUM!! NOT!!!! But we evidently missed lunch, since the hospitality committee was all due to be late, someone prepared and served lunch early. So once again, my family missed a meal on a scout trip. This is becoming a pattern, I think I need to get my act together so my family can eat with the others. The clouds seem to be moving in a little fast. I am beginning to think this is REALLY not a good idea.
Finally, within the next couple of hours the group is all on the campsite. The boys are having lots of fun on the trails, playing a ball game and having water gun fights. Dinner preparations were officially being started. The people that do the cooking are all from our Den...and they do an awesome job every year!! Trust me when I say the Boy Scouts and families in our Pack eat very well!!! We are told to start heading in for dinner. As we go to leave I tell my husband I want to put some things back in the truck and lift them up off the tent floor just in case. We do so and head in. Just as dinner is being offered, we realize that one father and four boys were missing because they went out on a late run on the bike trail. Concern really set in when we received a call from the father informing us they were officially lost. A few minutes later, a second call comes in telling us that one of the boys remembered the trail from earlier and they were on their way back in to camp. They arrived just in time. During dinner, the skies opened up. Flash flooding and dangerous lightening left us stranded for a while in the mess hall. Fortunately we bring movies for the kids. The children were enjoying the storm and the movie. As for the parents...we all began to run to see about our tents. I didn't want flooding, but the necessity to go home would not have been a bad idea in my book. But our tent was dry and my son would've been upset not sleeping over. So we stuck it out. By 11:30, I had had enough and didn't care if it was still raining. It wasn't pouring. I will put it out there that I brought a phone with 2 batteries and a sidekick also with 2 batteries. I was prepared. I will also say, I wore out both by the next day. Everybody who knew me hit me up during these storms to see if I had actually stuck it out. EVEN my parents!!! Do I have a PRINCESS reputation or what?! But for everybody who didn't think I would hold out...I DID!! The night was wicked and I seemed to be the only one who got a little wet. It rained sooooo hard that it seemed to be running into the tent by saturation. It dripped down a seam and onto MY air mattress all night. Throughout the night it slowly crept up the mattress. I began sleeping on an angle but had to be careful to keep my coverings out of the water that my air mattress was now floating on. Finally, the sun rose and people began making noise...at 5 a.m.!!! I didn't care. My husband wanted more sleep, but I wanted to pack and go home for a hot shower, deep conditioning for my hair (the humidity made it slightly curly to say the least)and sleep in our wonderful bed. I coerced him to get up and get cleaned up so we could pack up. We did so in record breaking time. We also broke down and packed up our whole sight incredibly fast. It came down much easier than it went up. By the time we finished, breakfast was being served. We drove to the mess hall so that we didn't have to go back after and could just leave from the mess hall. Breakfast was good and quick since almost all of the people had left either the night before or during the night. Everybody seemed beat down so conversation was at a minimum. We said our goodbyes and gracefully exited. "Happy Father's Day!" we said as we climbed into our truck to leave. Oddly enough, not ONE father said anything. I wonder why???? We hope all the father's had a better day once they all got home. :)

How to keep things exciting...

The trick is to not have inhibitions. Allow your body to tell you what is pleasurable. You never need to be in pain or be uncomfortable. With the right person, sex can get better with each passing day. How awesome is it to be with someone who can't keep their hands off you? Or know that when you kiss the person, they feel it so deeply that they subconsciously moan. Being sensual is not something that can't be taught. Being sensual comes from being comfortable with yourself and your own sexuality. You need to be open to new things. Willing to try new and adventurous things. Being able to laugh together if things go awry when doing so. Trusting someone so much that you allow them to please you in ways you might not think of in the "conservative" state of mind. Life is stressful enough, leave the stress at the bedroom door(or any available room) and let things just happen!!! Guarantee you will enjoy more than you would've thought!! Besides, if you dont like it, there are no rules that say you have to do it again. Fun comes from both parties not worrying and just enjoying. So what do you think, will you give it a try???

So when is "ok" for me to be scared?!

I am never allowed to be anything but "strong". I face a very scary thing every 6 months, but I can never show just how scared I really am. Anybody who really knows me knows that I have only ONE fear in life. I don't want to go through what my sister did and lose the battle that she did 9 years ago. But the worst part is the necessity to protect my family. I shelter my parents because they have already suffered the hardest thing in life, burying a child. They go into "panic" mode when it comes to these tests. Luckily, I have managed to have lesser issues, but issues none the less. My mother has pulled off the road hysterically crying thinking about losing another child. My father, will move heaven and earth to do what he can to get the best care. He actually made a place stay open waiting for me to get a special biopsy. He is great, but makes it very tense sometimes. My husband, always a pillar of strength weakens at the thought of losing me. My son luckily knows little of whats going on, he is still young enough to distract. But not for much longer, he has started to ask stressful questions. So, as you can see I need to not show my fears because this is the foundation I am working with. The very first time I showed a little fear and it became chaos. So now, I hide it. But that doesn't mean I am not scared. My anxiety level is elevated. I can get cranky, impatient and even nasty sometimes. It all revolves around my fear. So, I will apologize if I have wronged anybody. I don't mean to be like that, I strike out sometimes out of frustration for having to be the way I do for everybody else.

My new tattoo...

So I finally decided that I wanted to get a tattoo. I had been bouncing the idea around in my head for quite some time. I don't know why all of a sudden I decided to do it, but I am so happy I did!! I had some doubts, even went as far as taking a poll on the image and location of the intended tattoo. My husband wasn't thrilled with the thought of me having a tattoo, but said it was my decision and he would be fine if I decided to go through with it. The only condition was that his friend did the ink work. All his tattoos (four) were done by his long time friend and would not want anybody else to do the work on his wife. I agreed, I have always liked my husbands tattoos. The ironic part is I never liked tattoos in general, but after falling in love with my husband I didn't mind them so much. Over time, I began to like them. Now, I wanted one for myself. So, I put the concern of the pain aside, climbed in the chair and 3 hours later walked out with my first tattoo. Will it be my only one, probably. But you never know, a lot of people say that...until they get their first. My friend asked me if I felt different or like a "bad ass" since I did it. The answer is yes, I do feel different. I love how it looks and find myself constantly looking at it. I did however put it in a place that will only be seen if I intend it to be seen. As for being a "bad ass", I don't know. But I will say it takes guts to get a detailed and a decent size tattoo for your very first. So, with nothing more to say I will end this blog. WAIT!!!! I do have one more thing to say..I LOVE MY NEW TATTOO!!!!!!!!

Sometimes I just want to have fun...

It wasn't easy having to grow up early and be responsible. I am sure that many people can make that statement too. It never seemed to bother me until now. But lately, I find that I am looking for something. Not sure what, but something. Maybe some excitement? Am I bored? I don't think so. Do I need more spice in my life? Well...I ALWAYS want spice. But I don't think so, I am actually quite..."frisky" if you know what I mean. I don't know what it is exactly but I am definitely feeling "something". I know lately I have been quite depressed. My life is good, don't get me wrong. Very good. But something is still missing. I know that I have been more open to making new friends. Wanting to make my day a little more interesting. Hmmm...is it the job? Am I bored with my work? I don't think that is it either, although being a Hospital Auditor is not the most exciting job in the world. But its a good job. So what is wrong with me? Is there actually ANYTHING wrong with me? Does everyone go through this at one point or another in their life? Is this what is called a "mid-life crisis"? I would really like to know. Funny...the "sexual" part of my life just seems to be getting better and better. Like I have previously said...the "thirties" have been awesome and I can't wait to see what the "forties" brings for me. I even decided I want a small tattoo (in a concealable spot) and maybe a piercing. So I guess what I want to know is...Is it wrong to just want to have fun? Does being responsible have to mean boring? If we can have both without being irresponsible is that acceptable? Because sometimes I just want to have fun....