Back from camping! It was really really fun, if disorganized. Actually, only Andy and I were disorganized. Apparently, I still operate under the impression that my parents (or other suitable grown-ups) will either get it done or tell me what to do step by step. I actually got in the car thinking "We are the grown-ups?" I'm 31. I think that qualifies.
Ok, so we got the car all packed up and only had to stop THREE times on the way to Lake Somerville. We only forgot the blankets and pillows. (Thanks for bringing those, Pabsts!) Andy set up camp, and broke it down, for that matter. I did a lot of sitting and laughing.
The lake was beautiful, the weather was beautiful, there weren't a ton of mosquitos. The kids were in hog heaven. Tree-climbin', lake-swimmin', pinata-swingin', junk-food eatin' caffeinated fools. The highlight for me was that Gabe wore shoes. We had to stop at WalMart and buy them since he doesn't own any. But, for once, he actually kept them on, and he looked like such a big boy running around in them. Claire and Charlotte dug playing "Ghost in the Graveyard" for the first time. It took us a good 20 minutes to remember the rules - Mary came through for us on that one.
The very best stuff is the stuff that is so hard to relate. The "you had to be there" stuff. However, I'll attempt:
There was a Camp Song - or chant or cheer or SOMETHING. That would ring out periodically, for no apparent reason, and everyone had their part. Spontaneous, almost simultaneous. "Hey! Ho!" "camp-alicious" "Ain't no Pah-tay like a campin' pah-tay!" "Woop! Woop!" We even had a scottish, "Piper DOON!" Hand-wavin' and booty-shakin'. It was what made it a family campout. Or a mostly-middle-aged, white, unfortunately-sober hip hop anthem. You WISH you were there.
Now, back to reality ("oops, there goes gravity"... anyone? I'm almost ashamed to say: "M&M.") Find a sitter for my shrink appointment, try to force myself to pay some bills, make a grocery list (agony), dance class, book fair.
9 comments:
Its not M&M, its eminem. You don't have to post this. I was just letting you know for your own info. For once I know something you don't. Amazing.
I hate having to return to reality after a fun vacation. One time Gary and I got free stay at a resort, meals and everything. When we got home we realized how boring our lives were. We had to make our own bed and our own food and clean our own house. Reality stinks sometimes.
sounds like you have some FUN!! I'm liking the sound of your camp chant.
I totally caught the eminem reference!
Camping with your family sounds like os much fun!! SO. MUCH. FUN! The mosquitoes are so bad here that we can't go. How does Gabe do with it?
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Ghost in the Graveyard, eh? What about this one:
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Big bad wolf."
"What do you want?"
"Colored Eggs."
"What color?"
"BLUE!"
Sounds like you had a great time! Will you post in your comments how to play "Ghost in the Graveyard" for all of us deprived souls that have never played?
"Ghost in the Graveyard"
This game must be played outside in the dark. No flashlights.
Establish a base.
Pick one person to be the ghost.
The ghost hides while everyone else stays at base.
The ghost only has until the other players finish chanting in order to hide.
The chant is:
"One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock.
Four o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock rock.
Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, rock.
Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock MIDNIGHT!"
Then the players spread out and hunt for the ghost (preferable chanting "There's no ghosts out tonight" over and over. We skip that sometimes.)
The first to find the ghost screams, "GHOST IN THE GRAVEYARD!" and the chase is on!
The ghost tries to tag people as everyone runs for base.
The LAST person tagged is the next ghost.
It's totally fun!
I have so many memories of ghost in the graveyard, freaking myself out, practically crying and loving it!! Of course, you forgot the final line of the chant: After you say "MIDNIGHT" you say "Hope to see a ghost tonight!"... if you want to be particular... Love you!
trav sings the song every time he walks in the front door or sits down to eat! don't let him know you know.(the camping party one not eminem)
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