Campfire Confessions

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Campfires are so calm and relaxing, I think it sets the mood for one to just start talking & spew...

My family decided to have a campfire this evening in the back yard.  The evening was the most perfect evening for a campfire!  Not too hot out or not too cold.  The intro to the evening was set with one of the most beautiful sunsets that I have ever seen.  Once we had been out by the fire for awhile, my nephew took on the reins for being master of the campfire. He was stoking and making sure the flames were at a good height. The evening was relaxing with one of the biggest full moons that I have seen in long time.  The frogs must of been happy too as they were croaking their little hearts out.  We talked about how loud they were and my nephew who was full of factoids during the course of the evening exclaimed “Do you know that a blue dart frog has enough poison to kill 10 people if they licked it?”  We roared laughing....  I said “you sure would not catch me licking any frog anytime, any day!”

My legs were getting extremely warm from the heat being thrown off the fire.  I said to my nephew, “If my legs are hot, you are  closer to the fire than me....aren’t your legs hot sweetie?”  He immediately replied “yeah, I don’t want to get too close because the hairs on my legs will get burnt off.”  With amazement I said jokingly to my nine year old nephew “You have hair on your legs?” I was taken back by his reply, “Yeah I do, and I’ve got a lot more in my armpits!”  Part of that remark made me feel 1) OLD ...to know that my nephew has arrived at puberty which made me think of other things with hair by them!   2) No, I should not see how much hair is in my nephew’s armpit....ewwwwww 3) Amazing, the things one talks about around a campfire!

The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination.


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Roller Derby Roller Skating

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“Am I too old for roller derby?”   I can’t believe that I am actually entertaining the thought.  It is not like I am going to sign up tomorrow, but I think it would be a sport that I would actually like to consider.  

“Mom, can I go to Skater’s Edge?”  These very words from  Jenna could be the start of something crazy.  My daughter got me out on the roller skating rink tonight.  I was a little apprehensive on the venture as it is something I have not done in about a good 30 years.  Wow, did the shins and calves scream like crazy when I started to take off.  Wobbly and pain all wrapped into one.  I thought, it’s got to be like getting back onto a bicycle after 30 years of not riding.  A little rusty but familiar.  As the evening progressed I was going fast and furious but not too crazy.  Memories of skating back in the 80’s were flooding in my mind.  I remembered doing some crazy moves with my legs back then where you would kind of weave them back and forth and one leg would come in front of the other and back and switch off.  My mind wanted to do it but my body was screaming “how do I do this?”  It is funny how you know you can do it in your mind but your body is saying “hey, you have not done this in years and now you are going to really pay for this if you screw up in real time.”  I got a little cocky out there and did a little swaying back and forth but ended up doing the Fred Flinstone dance and luckily caught my balance before a disaster happened.  Amazingly enough I made it through the evening without falling to the floor.  

Jenna kept on saying “Mom, I’ll race you and win”. I replied “Your on!”  So as I was barreling around and around the rink tonight bent over like a roller derby queen and trying to keep up with her I thought “I feel like a 1970’s roller derby gal”.  Is this something that I could do for a sport?  Back in the 70’s I remember watching this sport on tv all the time.  I got a charge out of watching these gals with their attitudes and crazy out fits rough each other up as they raced around the derby track.   They have a team of these ladies in the Fox Valley city....and I could actually go and participate.  My biggest fear is that now since I am now over forty that maybe my bones are not quite like they use to be.  Wow, am I out of my mind to be actually kicking the tires to do this crazy sport?  I can not believe that I would consider doing such a thing but hey, I guess if one can....then maybe one should?!?  Maybe I my theme could be ....”THE BITCH IS BACK”.   Yeah the fevers gonna catch you when the bitch is back!

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

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A nose knows all those smells that only a nose would know

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“Well, it is hard to believe that it has been over three months since my last entry”....sigh, I am wondering where on earth does the time go?


I was able to do a overnight get away with my family to the Wisconsin Dells to go to a water park. My sister, brother-in-law, daughter and nephew all shared a room to save some cash. In the morning we all were taking our turn in the shower. My nephew went into the shower and my sis had gathered together some clothes for him to wear for the day. After a few minutes in the bathroom, he cracked open the door and piped up “Mom, can you get me some underwear?” My sis replied back to him...”I put them in with your clothes”. He replies back “Mom, I want some CLEAN underwear”. My sis says to him “Well, I assumed they were clean when I got them out of the pile where your other clean clothes were”. He replies back “Mom, they are not clean”. She replies “Well, how am I suppose to know they are dirty if you have them in with your clean clothes???” He assertively comments back to my sister with a sound like DUH.... “Mom, you S-M-E-L-L them”. My sis blurts out, “you’ve got another thing coming if you think that I am going to smell your underwear!” We all roared in laughter till our guts hurt! 


A sense of humor is a major defense against minor troubles.

No crying over spilled milk

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Here is the intro into this blog entry...earlier in the evening Jenna was on the computer watching Tom & Jerry cartoons and she took a break to go to the refrigerator and get a cup of milk to bring back to the desk.  She had it sitting on the desk top but somehow managed to hit it accidentally with her arm spilling the milk all over the floor.  I am proud of myself to report that I remained “cool as a cucumber” .....she said “aren’t you going to yell at me?”  I said to her “no, you know what you did wrong and in the future if you put the cup off to the side then this won’t happen again.”  I cleaned up the milk mess and then I followed it up by saying to her “five more minutes and then it is off to bed for you because we have to get up early in the morning in order to get you ready in time for your classmate Toby’s birthday party.”  I went back down stairs to finish washing the dishes and then came back up to turn off the computer and get her to bed. As I turned off the screen, I noticed my new computer flat screen had milk splattered all over it.  When the milk fell earlier, it must of did some sort of splash onto the computer screen as well because there was traces of milk splattered  all the way across the monitor.  I was by now starting to get agitated and did my bitching about what a mess it was and informed her of all the milk all over the screen.   I proceeded to clean the milk off the screen and she said she was sorry as she headed off to bed.  

The room was pretty dark and I went over to kiss her and tuck her in to bed.  I turned around to head back down the stairs.  Little did I know but my ELDERLY 16 year old dog Tiki took a dump right at the top of the stairs and I unknowingly stepped right into it.  By the time I got 3/4 of the way down the stairs I started to smell that “fresh stepped right into poop smell”.   My cool as a cucumber attitude that I had minutes prior in the evening got kicked right out the window and CRABBILY I blurted out a huge “NOW, WHAT??? What the heck?  DID I JUST STEP INTO DOG POOP?”  I yelled out “For the love of Pete,  first milk on the floor, then milk on the computer screen, now poop tracked all the way down the stairs.....WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?”  Jenna who is oblivious to my pain of misfortune, suddenly blurts out from the bed a reply to my question “Ah, Mom, don’t you know, that would be Toby’s birthday party in the morning.”  Her reply which included no compassion to my sudden streak of bad luck almost triggered me to get even more irritated and mad.  Suddenly a gush of delirious giggles immediately rushed through my body for seeing the funnier side within her simple reply including her oversight of my pain. It is either cry or laugh at this point. I decided to laugh in the face of despair as this made my next task of cleaning up stinky dog poop not so awful after all.  I chuckled to myself with each whiff of pungent poop smell..... mumbling “This kind of stuff only happens to me, only to me, only to me...”  *sigh*

*ahhhhh.... the knowledge of a five year old to keep me in line for seeing things in a different light.....thanking my lucky stars....

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.