Well Dang!

I think all my days are blending into a long blur. I am always shoveling out dishes from the sink, the ongoing battle of the gangsta laundry will never end, and the casserole blues is singing it's 54th verse all same as the first.

I got the dust bunny blues to boot.

Hubs, because he is awesome, has encouraged me to goof off and do something fun. Yeah, right. I think I may have mold growing on those dishes now.

I pulled all my scrapbook stuff out. It has been more work than fun. Just amazed at how much junk I actually have. There is a lot of stuff I'm stuck with knowing I'll never use it but it came with other stuff I've used or going to use. I hate that.

The other day a lot of pink paper sat mocking me. I had all these thoughts of a daughter I will never get to make pink layouts for. It has been a lot of years and found it odd that it actually bothered me, but for some reason it really did that day. Then as I'm going through pictures of the boys as babies, because I am THAT far behind, I got hit with a ton of mommy guilt.

What is the deal???

I'm not really sure how to put it into words. I feel like my emotions have been under a full scale attack lately. You name the topic and I can just tell you it has been poked at to the point of bleeding.

And it has left me gasping for air. Don't feel like talking about it, I've journaled pages but can't seem to get it off my chest, and I've come up blank on how to blog it without it sounding horrible bad. I can put life sucks into many a word. Even paint a rather dark and dreary picture but who wants to read about that?

After reading that book Walking with God (what do you mean you haven't read it yet?) I can see how much of a war I'm in. The agreement of resignation is just hanging over my head, pressing in at every side. My 5 senses are telling me we're screwed. My reasoning is saying the same thing.

The funny part in all of this is that I was going through old posts looking for a reference on something when I came across three posts that basically kicked me in the butt and slapped me upside the head. Exactly what I needed to hear - and I wrote it.

I'm not sure if I'm going to laugh at myself or smack myself repeatedly with a hammer right about now.

Today, I am not feeling it. Sort of have a kiss my grits attitude going on. Then to read this, this, and this knowing I wrote it is just so dang humbling on so many levels.

My snotty little tude reads those posts and I can't even say easy for HER to say, SHE'S not going through what I am because I am. And how embarrassing to be right back at the starting gate after some good life lessons.

That would be 3 steps forward and 5 backwards because I seem to have my face firmly planted in a bowl of life sucks attitude. Such a proud moment for me. Sigh

In The Name of Funny, Poor Taste, And I Got Nothing Else

Since I'm now stuck with a mountain of mess from all the scrapbook stuff, thought I would just post some jokes.

A STORY OF A NUN (thank you Margie)
A nun was sitting at the airport, waiting for her flight to Chicago. She looked over in the corner and saw one of those weight machines that tells your fortune and thought to herself, 'I'll give it a try and see what it tells me.' She went over to the machine, stepped up on the scale and put her nickel in, out came a card that read, 'YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, AND YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO.'

The nun sat back down. She told herself that the machine probably gives the same card to everyone. The more she thought about it the more curious she got so she decided to try it again. She went back to the machine and again put her nickel in, and out came a card that read: 'YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO AND YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY A FIDDLE.'

The nun says to herself, 'I know that is wrong, I have never played a musical instrument even once in my life.' She sat back down. From out of nowhere a cowboy came over and sat down, putting his fiddle case on the seat between them. Without thinking, she opened the cowboy's case, took out the fiddle, and started playing beautiful music. Surprised at what she had done, she looked over at the machine, thinking, 'This is incredible, I've got to try this again.'

Back to the machine she went, put in another nickel, and another card came out. It read, 'YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS , YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO AND YOU ARE GOING TO BREAK WIND.'

Now she knows the machine is wrong, as she thought to herself, 'I've never broken wind in public a single time in my life.' But getting down off the machine she slipped, and as she was straining to keep herself from falling to the floor, she broke wind.

Absolutely stunned, she sat back down and looked at the machine. She said to herself, 'This is truly remarkable. I've got to try this again.' She went back to the machine, put in another nickel and another card came out. It read, 'YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, YOU HAVE FIDDLED AND FARTED AROUND AND MISSED YOUR FLIGHT TO CHICAGO'


LEMON SQUEEZE
There once was a religious young woman who went to Confession. Upon entering the confessional, she said, 'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.'
The priest said, 'Confess your sins and be forgiven.'
The young woman said, 'Last night my boyfriend made mad, passionate love to me seven times.'
The priest thought long and hard and then said, 'Squeeze seven lemons into a glass and then drink the juice.'
The young woman asked, 'Will this cleanse me of my sins?'
The priest said, 'No, but it will wipe that smile off of your face.'

LOOKS OF DISAPPOINTMENT
A man was just waking up from anesthesia after surgery, and his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered open and he said, 'You're beautiful.' Then he fell asleep again.
His wife had never heard him say that before, so she stayed by his side. A few minutes later his eyes fluttered open and he said, 'You're cute.'
The wife was disappointed because instead of 'beautiful,' it was now 'cute.' She asked, 'What happened to beautiful?'
The man replied, 'The drugs are wearing off.'

CATHOLIC DOG
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, 'Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass for the poor creature?'
Father Patrick replied, 'I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the creature.'
Muldoon said, 'I'll go right away Father. Do ya' think $5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?'
Father Patrick exclaimed, 'Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell me the dog was Catholic?

DONATION
Father O'Malley answers the phone.
'Hello, is this Father O'Malley?'
'It is!'
'This is the IRS. Can you help us?'
'I can.'
'Do you know a Ted Houlihan?'
'I do!'
'Is he a member of your congregation?'
'He is!'
'Did he donate $10,000 to the church?'
'He will.'

SENILITY
An elderly man went to his doctor and said, 'Doc, I think I'm getting senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.'
'That's not senility,' replied the doctor. 'Senility is when you forget to zip down.'


A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas about God. Here are some of the results:
God is like ~ BAYER ASPIRIN, He works miracles.
God is like ~ a FORD, He's got a better idea.
God is like ~ COKE, He's the real thing.
God is like ~ HALLMARK CARDS, He cares enough to send His very best.
God is like ~ TIDE, He gets the stains out that others leave behind.
God is like ~ GENERAL ELECTRIC, He brings good things to life.
God is like ~ SEARS, He has everything.
God is like ~ ALKA-SELTZER, try Him, you'll like Him.
God is like ~ SCOTCH TAPE, you can't see Him, but you know He's there.
God is like ~ DELTA, He's ready when you are.
God is like ~ ALLSTATE, you're in good hands with Him.
God is like ~ VO-5 Hair Spray, He holds through all kinds of weather.
God is like ~ DIAL SOAP, aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?
God is like ~ the U.S. POST OFFICE, neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination.
God is like ~ CHEVROLET, the heart beat of America.
God is like ~ MAXWELL HOUSE, good to the very last drop.
God is like ~ BOUNTY, He is the quicker picker upper, can handle the tough jobs, and He won't fall apart on you.

House Cleaning - Sort Of

I think my house exploded. Or barfed. Stuff is just everywhere. I pulled out all my scrapbook stuff and just started going through things. What a mess! I can barely get to the computer.

And wouldn't you know it, I need to pick up more adhesive stuff. I don't know what it is about it but I actually like cutting out letters for a title or what have you. I like the paper, the scissors, the stickers and just putting it together. Granted it might not always be the best looking page in the world, the titles aren't the most wittiest things, and you can just bet something is misspelled but that's a minor detail. I find the process fun.

I found a truck load of old scrapbook magazines. Anytime I come up with zilch I like to go through those and see if I can get an idea. Usually works.

Whatever the case, I am trying to find a happy place. Believe me, I have desperately needed one too. Not much to look forward to lately.

I'm doing double duty bible study and man has it been some good stuff just lining right up with where I'm at and giving me oh moments. The trouble has been these oh moments has stirred up some massive backlash.

For a couple of weeks we've had back to back junk going on. Everything from the gas getting shut off to Hubby pulling out of our driveway and ended up clipping someone. The whole money thing has just been beyond nail biting. The emotional outbursts have been hurricane force - and those were just from me.

I've been hesitant to share what all I've been studying because I usually get someone all pissed off about it. My opinion on a book is suddenly slammed and the emails get to be interesting. Who really wants to put out a disclaimer on something they feel God is showing them and speaking to them? Thought that was sort of a duh.

What I got and where I'm at shouldn't make people feel I'm out to attack them. Unless they happen to be satan's little sister, than by all means they should feel attacked. Hope they like it hot - crispy or extra crispy? Just saying.

To make a long story short, I find it rather interesting that all three books and studies I've been reading have been lining up right next to the other and adding something deeper. I also find it down right exhausting on just how bad we have been getting pounded. I've also been surprised just how much unbelief I have floating around. For a BELIEVER that is rather discouraging to see so much unbelief tangled up in just about every area.

If I really believe God is going to take care of me then why am I freaking out? Because things got shut off that's why! Because this, this, AND that has been rather sucky and I have no idea what we're going to do. Then the whole yeah buts roll in. Pretty soon I've found I just made a bunch of agreements that contradict the Word of God. I find myself REALLY struggling to believe that God will provide at all. Especially when we are so far behind.

Dagnabbit.

The sucky part is I find my emotions get so played. I feel.... therefore it must be so. Not necessarily. In the No Other God series, there was this whole section about how satan didn't lie to Eve ex: you won't die if you eat of it. That was true as they didn't physically die but they died spiritually. He left that part out. Sneaky bastard.

So I find myself saying oooh. I repent, break off old agreements and some lies thinking things are turning around. Next nano second something else has come along that gets the emotions totally freaking out. One day I'm feeling confidence the very next I'm on my face sucking carpet wondering if God is even going to pick up the phone.

Nice, huh?

I can say the cool thing, and there have only been a few through this whole ordeal, has been to watch mah Hubs just bloom. Walking with God by John Elderidge - I can't say enough good stuff about it. Totally woke dude up where he was at and saw a lot of tricks that had been holding him back.

Then he pulls out Waking the Dead by the same author. We did a bible study on it years ago and I don't think he even read the book. Now he has about a notebook full of stuff he's gleaned from it. I keep teasing him asking if he's writing a sermon. He looked at me and said he feels like he's going to burst if he doesn't tell someone about it and suddenly we're talking about it.

Who is this person? Can I just tell you the man is deep? He has come up with some good stuff!

I can tell some serious bondage has fallen off of him because the amount of garbage has just been intense and exhausting. He's had some wacky dreams all while I'm up all night praying against some stuff.

Again, I've been hesitant to share. Only reason why I'm even sharing is I have nothing else to blog about. It was either this or go on a full blown rant about the MJ memorial. With all the over exposure I'm sure you would rather not read one more thing about the man.

So my InterPeeps, try to find something fun to do this week. That is my goal. I feel like I may need several days to try and get some life back. There is only so far chocolate can take you.

See?? I told you I was in a bad state - I'm now questioning the goodness of chocolate. Mercy!

Just A Weekend

I hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th of July.

We were a bunch of party poopers. Nothing like last year which is both good and slightly bad. Good part - didn't have all the drama or sickness. Bad part - didn't really do anything. We did managed to leave a bit earlier to see the fireworks and definitely passed on the elephant ears this year.

Fireworks were awesome. Boys said that almost made up for all the people we were sitting near. They are not a fan of the smoking of the cigarettes. None of us are. Hubs grew up with both his folks smoking and once he moved out, asthma attacks went away.

I think the smell of Marlboro and hot pavement will always remind me of waiting in line at Cedar Point. We went every year when I was growing up. I was a huge rollar coaster freak. Was being the key phrase. The thought of it now about makes me turn green. Both the cigarettes and the too many rides.

I'm not a smoker. My brother was much to the dismay of my folks. Lot of times it would just be the 2 of us waiting in the long lines, so he had to smoke. For his part it was a great cover - gosh Mom the people in front of us were smoking like crazy, blah, blah, blah. I had a strong sense to survive and never said a word. They say pick your battles - that was one fight I did not feel like fighting. Especially in public.

I had to chuckle because I have a feeling my kids would have hated being around their uncle.

I looked over at my 3 boys. J was hopping in his seat all excited and kept asking me questions every few seconds. M was jamming out with his MP3 totally ignoring the rest of the world. All while N had his shirt up over his nose and glaring at all the offending parties. The older 2 just sat there, much like their Dad, and did not say one word during the whole display verses J and I had to say something after every single one.

There's a shock for ya. I'm sure you didn't see that one coming. Who would have thought I tend to talk too much?

I tried to cork it, I really did, but it's like this horrible disease. My mouth starts moving before my brain can stop it. I'm not sure if this is proof I'm fast on my feet or if I have a slow brain. The vote is still out on that one.

In answer to Jubilee - yes, Hubs does read my posts. Nothing I say can shock him any more. Dude totally knew what he was getting into when he proposed to me. "Mr. Wiggly being on bread and water" was a quote from a movie - Bird on a Wire with Mel Gibson and Goldie Hawn. For whatever reason, we tend to quote movie lines to each other during our conversation. 1 million and 1 little inside jokes that no one else will get. I've noticed my kids are doing this more and more.

Just one more weird gene floating around in the pool.

Laugh For The Day

Oh my goodness! I read this joke and I couldn't stop laughing! Put the drink down as you don't want to spray your computer, k? Don't say you weren't warned.

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?'
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. 'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'
'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.'
'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!'
I was equally outraged. 'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.
'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)
'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.
'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. 'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth.'
'Oh, gross!' they shrieked.
'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted.
'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.
'Do something, Dad!' my son urged...
'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know.'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. 'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.
'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically.
'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.
'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor... In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male and occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um... um... ma$turbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife...
We were silent, absorbing this.
'So, Ernie's just. Just. .. . excited,' my wife offered.
'Exactly!! the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence...
Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness...
Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that...I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. .. . teeny little. . .' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
'That's enough,' I warned.
We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car... He was glad everything was going to be okay. 'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad, he told me.
'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs!


And just because I can't help myself...
He said to me . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.
I said to him . . . You wear pants don't you?

He said to me . . . Shall we try swapping positions tonight?
I said. . . That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!

He said to me. . . What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?
I said to him. . .Turn sideways and look in the mirror!

He said to me. . . Why don't women blink during foreplay?
I said to him. . . They don't have time.

He said to me. . . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?
I said to him. . . I don't know; it has never happened.

He said to me. . . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and good-looking?
I said to him. . . They already have boyfriends.

He said. . . What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?
I said. . . A widow.

He said to me . . . Why are married women heavier than single women?
I said to him . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.

This side splitting humor was your stress reliever. If you are STILL feeling stress, go kick the cat or beat the stuffing out of a helpless pillow.

And Away We Go

Well I'm spent. I can't even claim I had a great time or anything. We went to wally world for the loading of the carts. They were out of a few things I really needed. So when we where done there, we went to another grocery store across the way to get what we needed.

Dogs barking - check.
Pocketbook lighter - check.
Boys giddy with all the food choices and plans to attempt to eat it all in 4 days - check.

I did noticed they managed to shang-hai me. Pathetic little boys who had money in their pockets who were just itching to spend their money. Did they wait and save their money for the item they have talked non-stop about? No! Instead they managed to get this and that but blink, blink were a couple dollars short. They didn't ask for help, gosh no, cuz that would have foiled the plan.

Hubs was starting on a rant which I stopped him before he said something embarrassing like money doesn't grow on trees. All true. But what the boys don't know was their Dad was the same way when he was a kid. I gave him the oh, really eyebrow arch to which he scowled shut up.

Who says you need words to communicate?

As we dragged ourselves to the checkout lanes, we ditched Hubs with 3 carts of groceries and slid into another line. Once the total was reached, they commented that they weren't too far off. I handed over my $10 thinking I was going to get most of it back. I got $3 back. Evil mother rose to the surface to hiss at her children that if there is one cross word amongst them I was going to sell them off.

I may have said that last part while looking right at N. This seems to be a habit I may need to try and break.

Hey, I was in Wal-Mart. When in Rome and all that. I had to listen to every brat scream from every angle of the store so why not add a new flavor to the mix?

The cashier had this odd combination of humor and horror plastered on her face. Then again, she does work there so that could have been her normal look.

We headed back to Hubs and proceeded to unload the carts, all while I wiped the foam off my lips still glaring at my children. Dude knew how it was going to go down and yet failed to warn me, so looked on with humor and a smirk. He even had the nerve to add, 'told you we should have made them wait'.

I slowly stood up from the cart. I leaned in closer to him so that he was the only person who could hear me. Ever so gently I whispered that I have no problem putting Mr. wiggly on bread and water - a total prisoner to his underpants, never to see the light of day again.

Unfortunately for me, he knows I'm totally bluffing so my attempt at a threat was met with a lot of laughter. Not quite the response I was going for but hey it got both of us laughing and we didn't kill our kids. That's a good thing, right?

The good news is he sees all my snark and sarcasm as a plus instead of the negative. One of those mysteries of life I guess.

Speaking of mysteries of life, I'm now starting to wonder about the memories of me my boys will have. It's all starting to make sense why they took their Dad out for ice cream and I got zilch. He takes them camping, I complain about cleaning up the mess. He builds Legos and Bionicles, I complain about cleaning up the mess. He watches stuff with them, I'm usually hiding under a blanket waiting for my spotter to say coast is clear to look. He has a list of stuff he wants them to do, I have to deal with all the attitudes while forcing them to get the list done. It's not even my list.

Oh man! I'm the heavy. No wonder my recent polls have been way down.

I can either embrace my evil status and serve something gross like lima beans for dinner all while cackling but I think I would have flashbacks to my mother. Or I can try to swing the vote by bribing them with some neat dessert. More like I'll remind them of the 7 bucks I shelled out and therefore they need to bow and pay homage - to me. No, not the guy that actually earned the paycheck but ME for living with these crazy guys.

I overheard the older two wonder if all women were like me - over dramatic, long winded and funny as all get out. Yessiree bob, I'm going to have some interesting daughter-in-laws.

*Long pause for yet another 2 hour prayer for the rapture to happen very soon*

Where was I? Oh yes, self indulgent rant about something or another that annoyed me. Wait a second, that could be said of all my posts. I better rethink that one.

Something Is In The Water

I think I spent most of the day petting my computer and promising my blog I wouldn't be gone that long again. Which then I started to ask myself why? It's not like I draw in tons of people and I tend to be rather long winded.

But it seems like it's some sort of addiction that I really don't want to quit.

I tend to ask myself those questions when I have dreams that I had tons of comments. You know you got it bad when you dream about blogging. I will neither confirm or deny how many blogging dreams I have had since I started.

There are times I watch stuff and I have going through my head, "Oh, you just know I'm going to blog about that."

Last week alone - stars were dropping like flies. The whole whacko Jacko. Never has an old lady been so loved like...wha? That's not Joan Crawford? Dang! That's messed up! What I can't figure out is why he spent a lot of money to look like that. Paid money - to look - like THAT - on purpose.

We were flipping through the channels and just about every stupid station has a remembering Michael Jackson. It took the boys 2 minutes to finally say something of what is wrong with that guy? J even asked, "why is he always grabbing himself? You always said that's impolite especially in public and that guy is on stage for all to see. There he goes again!"

I had to tell him the truth that it made no sense to me then, nor does it now.

I heard the boys muttering that we wonder why society has gone down the toilet.

But they were rather upset that Billy Mayes died. We like to watch Mythbusters and Pitchmen comes on after. None of us like Sully but we all like Billy. The boys were wondering if he was even going to get any air time because everyone was still going nuts over MJ.

I said I felt bad for Farrah. She's only been a little blurb in between people's comments regarding MJ. I was also a bit confused as to why the press always referred to her having anal cancer. Seriously? You couldn't pick a different body part to name? What about colon cancer? Why anal cancer? Talk about your pain in the arse. I bet people didn't call her a butt hole.

Should I stop? Yes, I think I should.

Right about now you're thinking I should go back to a silent blog.

Since I was cut off from my blog, I was doing some quality book reading AND TV watching. Two shows are doing it for me - The Closer and The Next Food Network Star. But that is only two shows. Everything else is sadly lacking.

Can someone please tell me how it is possible that this Saturday is July 4th?

This got me a bit panicked. Feel like summer is slipping away and I haven't done anything fun yet. I told Hubs that I am just bored. I don't think I've done anything fun for a long time and it's just been go here, do this, clean that - rinse lather and repeat.

He had this look on his face while he tried to process my need for speed and I had to quickly add my idea of fun. I am not going camping - can't make me. However, if he wants to take the boys and go, I am all for it.

Am I the only one out there that is just not having a whole lot of fun lately? I'm drawing a blank - what could be fun? What is fun? I don't remember.