Archive for May, 2008

And about shoes for camping

Monday, May 26th, 2008

When you are camping, do not wear flip flops. You will get dirty feet, and if, like me, you have a definite preference for platform flip flops, you may well slide off of them a time or two. Particularly when trying to put up the tents. Just sayin’ Flip Flops make about as much sense for camping as a Patek Philippe watch. Wear tennies. However, when you want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, tennies are more hassle, so make sure your platform flip flops come out to the tent ;)

Camping

Monday, May 26th, 2008

Never thought I’d like it, cause I am such a girly-girl. But I do. I like it a lot. In fact, we spent this holiday weekend camping out in the backyard. That’s kinda nice, because you can’t really forget anything. And kinda bad, because the ordinary day-to-day still sucks me in, instead of spending the time relaxing with the fam. Next time we backyard-camp, I think I’ll try turning off the computer. Not that I would turn down and expense paid adventure on prime Texas Gulf coast waterfront property. Just sayin’

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Sunday, May 25th, 2008

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Bedding

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

I am shopping around for new bedding. I’ve had the set in my room for 5 years now. I got it when we moved in and I am ready for something new! We recently put our bed on risers, so I am looking for a kingsize flat sheet to use as a dust ruffle, and then sheets, comforters, throw pillows. I’ve looked at silk bedding and traditional comforters and quilts. I like the bright vivid coloring of the silks, but I love the comfortable hominess of the quilting. We’ll see what I end up buying.

Hate that

Monday, May 19th, 2008

I have an uncle who plays golf, and I absolutely love him to death. But he give my kids his old golf ballswhen we see him, and then they throw the things, and someone gets hurt. And to the man who gave each and every one of my kids a baseball?? Oh, you are so lucky I make it a point not to embarrass myself, my husband or my children in public. You don’t even know. I do appreciate the baseballs, and so do the children. But we really, really, really did not need SEVEN of those suckers!