Dog Days of Nude Bike Racing

It’s been a good day.  As I said before, I’m doing the single-parent gig this weekend as Hubby is busy in camp with a WORS Bike Race.  Kidlet and I went to visit him about 1:00p.m. which entailed a stroller ride/walk to the other camp.  On our way we passed some camp sites and I look over to see a nude butt in my face as a good looking guy was changing into his racing gear.  Thank you God!  Kinda made the weekend worth it.  What!!  I’m married, not dead!
I realized looking around today, that there must be an underground cult of cyclists complete with a oath that says that they all must drive foreign cross-over vehicles.  Wow.  It’s a little weird when they all get together and the parking lot is a sea of them!  What’s that about? A religion I don’t know about?  Probably.
We ended up spending the afternoon down by the beachfront, talking to fellow Fire Dept. members and playing with one’s dog.  The dog’s name is Lexi and she’s 1/2 Beagle, 1/2 Basset Hound.  Her owner wasn’t sure if she could swim so he took her to the end of the dock and dropped her in.  She could swim, although I don’t think she liked to. 
With this bike race, there are PLENTY of dogs in camp at the moment.  Luckily, we fenced off the backyard this year, both for our dog, Rowdy, and for kidlet.  It’s a good thing, as I let Rowdy out this morning and this big, beautiful St. Bernard was out for a walk with his owner and ran up to our back fence.  Rowdy tried to act tough by barking his head off, but in the end he was up on the deck wanting in.  We have the BEST watch dog in the world!  Saying this (with sarcasm of course) I know if I’m on a walk in the woods and see a bear, I’m screwed.  Rowdy can run faster than I can, and he’d be gone in a second…well, after he pissed himself.



Kidlet ran around saying what sounded like “Shit” tonight.  I played it up and emphasized the word “SIT” and when she did, I cheered.  It’s so hard at this age, because I know she doesn’t know what she’s saying and she doesn’t speak that well yet, so I’m just trying to make the best of it.  In the meantime, I’m gonna have to put myself in timeout, or start a swear jar.  I don’t mean to, but if I stub my toe or get really mad, the words leave my mouth before I think of them.  Damn it.  –LOL. 
This is a big week coming up.  Not only should we finally have our new car in the driveway, but pending good weather, we’ve rescheduled our Hot Air Balloon Ride for the 14th.  I’m excited for both. 
Oh!  And finally, hanging around at the other camp today, I took a harder look at the climbing tower/zip line there (practically in our backyard.)  I decided that I’m going to do the zip line.  It’s 6 stories up.  This is big, because if I even get up on a ladder, I wet myself and forget who I am for an hour.  Don’t worry, I’ll take pics. 🙂

The Vag

Wowza…that’s a term I don’t use too often, but it’s the only one to fit the description of today. 
One of the “perks” of working at the shop I do is serving the older clientele.  With that, I get the distinct privilege of hearing about their health problems.  Today, I got the honor of hearing an elderly woman talk about her Hysterectomy and how “Usually they pull everything out of the Vag,” and “don’t get my tubes tied, pull the oven out.”  *sigh*  Thank you, “Superbad” for bringing the term “The Vag” into my life.  Thank you, elderly woman for forever ruining that for me.  Some days, I just don’t get paid enough. 

There’s some trouble brewin at work at the moment.  I don’t know specifics at the moment, but I’ll keep you posted.  It could be big.
Today was kidlet’s first day in the “Chipmunk Room” at Day Care.  She’s no longer a “Bunny.”  Our Day Care categorizes our children into groups of rodents…which I guess is appropriate.  Anyway, I was a little worried because she only goes Mondays and Fridays, so her classmates had the week to adjust and today was her first day.  She did great though, and really didn’t seem to care since she was with 5 other of her classmates that moved with her.  It was good.
In car news:  We considered getting the AWD version of the 2009 Pontiac Vibe, especially seeing the dealership had one of those on the lot.  However, after pricing it out, it was too much, so we went back to still wanting the basic model.  The good news is that they got one in today.  The “iffy” news is that it’s still a step up from the basic model which translates into a larger down payment.  After consideration, we decided that we’ll do it.  This means “Earnest” money went in the mail to the dealership today, so they hold the vehicle for us, and it means that once we get the down payment money, we should (finally) have a 2009 Pontiac Vibe in our driveway by the end of next week.  I’m excited because this is the first NEW car I’ve had in my life!  Go Me!
In Hot Air Balloon Ride News: Our trip was postponed on Aug. 31st because of wind.  We’ve rescheduled for Sept. 14th and the only thing left to do is cross our fingers for good weather and calm winds!
This weekend is a Bike Race out here at Camp.  Hubby is working it not only bringing money in for Camp, but for our Fire Dept.  It’s great for him….bad for me, meaning I get the single-parent gig this weekend, but it’s okay.  There’s not much I won’t do for kidlet.

3:00 a.m. is NOT normal!

I’m cranky.  If I wrote this thing only when things were great and I was happy, it would be a bit too “Care Bear-ish” for my standards. –Not that I have anything against the Care Bears.  I loved them as a kid and had Wish Bear, but I digress…
I’ve been sick for a week with a head/chest cold and some random bouts of nausea.  Kidlet was gracious enough to bring it home from Day Care.  So, last night, despite it being Sat. I just couldn’t do anything.  The game of “tickle in my throat leads to coughing up a lung” for the past 2 days had me wore out.   However, I told hubby that if wanted to go out he could.  He did. 
He didn’t leave until I was in bed, (which is oddly normal as the staff are younger than us and go out WAY later.)  Somehow, I just assumed he would still be back at a normal hour.  Yeah, well, 3:00a.m. isn’t normal.  Now it’s not that I don’t trust him, and I know I gave him the okay.  But while he was out, I was up 4 times with kidlet, and I guess I’m frustrated because he’ll be dragging all day now, and I’m feeling like a single mom 24/7.  That, and I guess I’m jealous that he got to go out and I didn’t.  Hey, at least I can admit it. 
When people hear of our living situation being that Hubby works at a Boy Scout Camp and that’s also where we live, people think it’s awesome.  I’m writing this 1/2 way through the 10 weeks of hell (of camp season) and I’m tired.  Working here means Hubby literally works 7 days a week, plus he’s on call 24/7 in case of equipment failure or emergencies.  It’s this time of year that just wears me down. 
But like the magnet I got from @AnnOhio ( I just have to “Put on My Big Girl Panties and Deal With It.”
In the meantime, thanks for letting me vent.

Which Way Did He Go, George?

You remember that Bugs Bunny cartoon…”Which way did he go, George?  Which way did he go?”  That sums up Camp Staff this year. 
If you didn’t get the memo, my husband is Ranger of three Boy Scout Camps, and we live on the property year-round.  This year has been a really bad year for Camp Staff applicants.  Meaning, they’re hasn’t been many applicants at all, thus taking the luxury out of being picky on who they hire.   Thus, we’re also short-staffed.  We’ve joked that we’re going to call Walmart for the recent applicants they turned down.  “Do you have a pulse?”  “Do you speak at least 2 words of English?”  Good!  You’re hired!
My husband’s two assistant Rangers this summer are the cream of the crop.  My husband’s job is to do maintenance.  Plumbing, electrical, etc.  These kids don’t have a clue.  One of them put two door knobs on one door.  No, I’m not joking.  This is just a glaring reminder that the Boy Scouts are equal opportunity employers.  Wow. 
Then I got to thinking.  Remember my blog post about the staff member walking into our house?  Maybe this kid is on to something.  Maybe if I put 4 door knobs on my front door, someone will get a clue. 



On a separate note, I was back to the Dr. today.  I got stronger Antibiotics to try and cough syrup with Codeine.  I still can’t hear much more than myself.  I wish I knew sign language at this point, but I only know one gesture which is appropriate only 50% of the time.  I’m hoping I’ll feel better soon.  I hate having my world SOUND like my head is up my ass.

A Chat With God

After the previous weekend there was no way I could go out again, so Hubby and I did a BBQ at our house last night with the Camp Staff that we have been going out with.  It was nice and relaxing.  Everyone around the Campfire discussing various things.  No sitter was needed, which is also a plus.  I think it’s something that we will do more often.
We somehow got on the subject of God and what He might be like.  I told “Moose” (yes, that’s his nickname) that if God was anything like him, I would sit and BullShit with him for awhile.  Yes, I know God is obviously powerful and reverent, but what if He’s also grounded?  Meaning, after your review of your life and the deep talk that follows, what if you get to just sit next to Him while He says in His deep God voice, “Hehe, watch this!” as He pushes the big red God button that we all dream of.   God must have a sense of humor like that.  Afterall, he did make me.  Yeah, I’m looking forward to that chat.

The Red Button

On a different note, I was up half the night trying to cough up a lung.  I’ve already decided that if tonight is like last night, no work for me tomorrow, BUT back to the Dr.  The Antibiotics she gave aren’t cutting it.  My ears don’t hurt, but I still can’t hear much.  We shall see.
First day of Campers is here.  (boo!)  Hubby is working 7 days a week now for at least the next 10 weeks.  I just hope it goes fast.