Friday, April 21, 2006

I consider myself to be the new Renaissance woman. Why, just yesterday I dined on a pineapple boat with chicken salad at a country club that denies entry to those dressed in denim. Not long before, I taught music to hordes of munchkins at a private cooperative preschool, careful not to sing about the aged ("This Old Man") or, God forbid, God ("Kum Bah Yah"). Not long after the luncheon, I hauled my children about in my minivan to t-ball and gymnastics practice. And later that evening I prepared a hot meal for my family that included a delightful, fresh gourmet salad.

Today, though, all bets are off. I'm going camping. Again. I know you can't believe I would head back out after last fall's experience in the landing path of the airport. I'm taking my son and I'm taking two other a girl scout, the other a novice. There will be drinking, oh yes, there will be drinking...but more importantly, there will be sleeping. Bears, thunderstorms, and Iraqui war veterans blasting Van Halen across the camp site be damned, I will sleep tonight. Thank you LORD.


Lynn said...

You now have new more favorable memories to replace the icky ones.
We had fun!

Lynn said...

why do your comments not come up?