From the Vault: The Bear Ate It On Memorial Day (May 28, 2007)

I know you are longing for this adventure packed anecdote about my camping trip this weekend. (Especially you local freaks, since it rained almost all weekend as you know.) Alas, there is not too much to report. It rained. Then it rained some more. I ate enough hot dogs to make my dog jealous. Bill and I did not get along as great as I would of liked. (maybe it was the rain?) I did not have s'mores. I went to bed early each night. I did not take any naturey pictures (I did get a few good ones of the kids, though). I did not sing during the camping trip. Or tell ghost stories. I did hear the drunken ramblings of our next site neighbor telling of a bear...or something...at about 3:30 in the morning. Hellooooo...this is Podunk, Illinois we are camping in, dude. No bears around for miles, I assure you. This was the night after I was jolted awake from my cold-nosed sleep by a shrill, "Is THAT a VICODIN???It sure does not LOOK like a VICODIN!!! Tell me again that that is a vicodin" This was the loud lady of the bunch, and I believe this was early(for them anyway)...about 12:30 Friday morning. Don't get me wrong. I realize that people like to indulge in beverages of the alcoholic variety from time to time while camping, especially on a holiday weekend. My friend Paul was all, "That's why people go camping...to party." Yes, thank you, but that is not the only reason. (It rained some more) I have thrown back a few beers during camping trips of years past, but this was some obnoxious business going down next door. This was our first time to this campground, so I did not know what to expect. It wasn't a bad place, so I guess I am an old, cranky, buzzkill hag because I found these people to be very annoying (and this fact bothers me because I can recognize that people have their own things going on. It was just something about this bunch Maybe it was the lady's voice). Or maybe I just wasn't in the mood to listen to the crazy hillbilly parties at the next site over. We ate Chorizo and eggs one morning for breakfast. That rocked. (It rained even more) Also, the coffee on camping trips always tastes so freakin' delicious. I drank a lot of coffee these past few mornings and boy was it tasty. :)
On a happier note, the sun came out Sunday! Yay! Sunshine! So that made it a little better. Played some beanbags and tried to drink a beer (but it wasn't very tasty so I had a juice box and a big fat water instead.) Ate more hot dogs, hung out. Watched part of a horseshoe tournament. Did not fish (boo). Cut up potatos. Watched the kids play baseball. Had a mini heart-to-heart with a little kid on the playground who was on the receiving end of several handfuls of sand to the face and head. I told that little boy, "Don't you let that kid (who was at least 3 or 4 years younger than him) throw sand in your face. You should not let other people do things like that to you. You go ahead and tell him to stop. Stand up for yourself!" I then proceeded to tell the other (mean) littler kid (who did not listen- I had to tell him 3-4 times-I thnik his mom wanted to kick my ass, but I don't care) "Don't throw sand at him. Please stop throwing sand at him. It is not nice to throw sand. PLEASE! STOP throwing sand! Thank you."
Went to bed early again (with no smores). Cosmo woke up this morning and said he didn't feel so good. Poor little dude puked on the floor of the bathroom at the campground twice, then the other that comes along with the flu happened(I will spare you the smelly details). Fortunately, most of this action made it to the tiolet.
The rest of the day was spent on the couch, we watched X Men (1&2). Cosmo said he felt better so he managed to eat a little lunch.
Today I made homemade meatball sandwiches for lunch (No, Cos did not eat meatballs on his flu-ridden tummy). Bill left to go to a friend's house so then I indulged in microwave caramel corn. OinkOink I swear I ate enough for five people this weekend. I will only eat enough for three people tomorrow, I suppose. Whatev. Cosmo must be feeling better because he just hollered upstairs that he was ready to eat dinner. So I best get cookin'.
Sorry there was nothing to ponder in this blog save the journey for a bear who ate the camper who has the pill that truly looks like a Vicoden. Or something.
Shit.

xxoo