No hotdogs were killed in the making of the rainy camp weekend, but Curly still pronounced that we both smelled like hot dogs when we got home. After my long-awaited shower, I went for some snuggle time with him and I got the quote above.

The weekend really went pretty well. Got to the campsite around 10 pm, it was not raining but had been earlier, pretty wet. Helped set up scout camp, then pitched my tent and made sure Pinky's group had their's pitched as well. Late to bed but didn't help my attempt at sleep, as I mostly listened to rain hit the tent. Saturday morning after breakfast, we got the word that MO Water Patrol had closed the river. Lots of rain in the past week, river was very high and very fast. The boys had been warned there was a chance of this, and they took it really well. We gave them option of going to town, visiting a fish hatchery and some other things, but they opted to stay at the camp area. I inwardly groaned at the thought of hanging out there with no planned acitivites for an entire day, but in the end it was fine. They had a big project on a hill by camp diverting a mini-creek to an area away from our tents, they hunted for crawdads in a bigger creek and out by the river, some of them swam in frigid ponds of overflow area, and late in the afternoon we convinced the campsite to let us use one canoe in the same area to show the first year scouts some canoe techniques. That's Pinky practicing his skills with one of the other dads. Notice the road leading into the pond, and the sign on the tree warns of flash floods. Yeah, the river was a little high. I did get wet this weekend, but not in the way I was dreading. While my selfish side was a little relieved, I have to say I wish for the boys' sake they'd been able to go out on the river. However, they managed to have a blast just being boys, getting wet and muddy, running wild. It was kind of cool to sit back and watch. Had a good time getting to know the adults a little better as well. Saturday night it poured, sometimes torrential. Tent held up, stayed pretty dry. Packed it up and headed home today.



Exhaustion is setting in, off to bed.

I'll be getting wet

Headed for a canoe trip this weekend. With Pinky and the Boy Scouts. (yes, scoutsuck has continued from cub to boy scouts). It's cool and rainy all week. I haven't been canoeing since high school at best. What in sam hell was I thinking? I asked 3 people separately if they thought I'd wind up in the water. All three said yes without hesitation. Then I find out I'm supposed to avoid going under the trees, because otherwise I'll end up with snakes in my canoe. Egads, can it get worse? Velodude gets to stay home with Curly. He might be disappointed that it will put a damper on his riding plans, but I'm sure he's got the better end of the deal.

I haven't written in ages. I wanted to write about Mexico, but time got away from me. I did love it. I want to go back. We all want to go back. Even velodude, whose fragile stomach didn't fare as well as the rest of ours while we were there.

Pinky wants a girlfriend. He has a crush. Today, said crush was quizzing him on who he likes right now. He called it "the worst thing ever". Then he wanted to borrow my cell phone to text her the answer tonight (he had told her he would). Ha! Not on my phone. We talked about the possible outcomes of this action, had I been the kind of mom to let him do it. The "no taking it back". The 2 possible outcomes. Was he ready for that? And, turns out he thinks he is not ready for that. Oh, the drama of 5th grade. I am just thankful that he comes home and talks about it.

That's all for now.