Hello peeps, sorry that I have been so blah blah
lately. I have been working, and
working, and working, and working at the cabin, and getting my girls ready for
the end of the school year and summer vacation plans, and working, and working,
and working at home, and working.
Sense the general theme here? However, that being said, I did take the time
to take part in some serious shenanigans at our family cabin.
Let’s just say that this involved around 10
bottles of wine, 3 + cases of beer, some rather large marshmallows and 8 adults
(semi adult acting). (Well, really only
1 adult didn’t participate, he stood aside shook his head and mocked us during
our low points. But we can always count
on Papa to put the idea in our heads and let us take all of the fool credit. )
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| Typical View |
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| Even better |
It’s a bad sign when your Mommy has to bake the cabin “neighbors”
a berry cobbler to “apologize” for all of the noise and shenanigans that your
adult children made at the bonfire until 2:30 a.m. (Well, we think it was 2:30 a.m., we are
relying on my sister’s using her one good focusin’ eye to tell the time)
At least this time, no one threw a wine bottle full of gas
on the bon fire, and no one fell in the bon fire, and I didn’t throw my flaming
marshmallow on my sister’s lap (again), no one threw up, and no one fell over
into their own stream of steaming pee while trying to squat. (I know NOTHING about this ONE…..NOTHING)
No one tried to play mountain golf in the dead of night and got lost, and no one got kicked out of the mountain biker bar that is down the street, and praise the baby HeyZeus, no one wet their pants laughing. The last one gets a little difficult when you get around my brother in law, because when he is on….HE IS ALWAYS ON. That man hurts my abs and causes me to purchase poise pads as part of my “cabin” list.
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| Give me your beer BITCH |
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| And now I've wet my pants...again. |
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| Pony rides anyone?? ANYONE?? |
No one tried to play mountain golf in the dead of night and got lost, and no one got kicked out of the mountain biker bar that is down the street, and praise the baby HeyZeus, no one wet their pants laughing. The last one gets a little difficult when you get around my brother in law, because when he is on….HE IS ALWAYS ON. That man hurts my abs and causes me to purchase poise pads as part of my “cabin” list.
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| View from Back Cabin |
WOOT WOOT, New Bath-house!
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| The Dreaded BACK CABIN |
This trip, we didn’t have any “bat” issues in the back
cabin! “Bat” issues you say…..well, let
me tell you. See, the back cabin is one
of those old logging cabins that you can pick up and move anywhere. It’s a very dark box with windows, and if you
have ever been camping or in the woods, you know that it gets DARK DARK DARK up
there.
So, hubby and I are lying in bed
in the back cabin, we have one ankle biter in the twin bed next to us and
another ankle biter across the room in another twin bed. Hubby and I have stumbled from the bon fire
and are proceeding to saw some serious alcoleholie snores in the dark dark
room. Suddenly, Hubby leaps from a prone
position to jumping around the bed like some crazed dog doing butt circles trying
to catch his tail, all the while screaming madly. This causes me to rise like an autobot
Stepford Wife while belting out a massive scream that would rival ANY fucking
horror flick you have EVER seen.
Finally, my own screams pierce my beer fog and I jump out of the bed and
scream for my hubby to quit leaping around the bed like a meth-ed out lab. My girlies are staring at us with a “What the
fuck now look??” and I get everyone to take a breath. We finally figure out that while lying on his
side, my hubby’s arm has fallen asleep.
Said arm, while sound asleep has whacked him in the face, causing him to
believe that a “bat” was trying to eat him.
He was attempting to “save” his girls and attack the bat (hence the bed
butt circles and screaming) Once we established that the “bat” was really his
own arm, I think I laughed so hard that even my poise pad had trouble keeping
up with the flow. (Damn kids). Thank the
lordy above that this trip was “bat” free.
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| Outdoor Shower!! WOOT WOOT |
I did shower naked under the stars, and I did fall (as to be
expected a couple of times)
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| Scene of the Crime |
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| MMM...velvet cake and WINE...WINE WINE |
I DID try TRY TRY to kick ass in Sequence. Usually, my team goes down in flames (I’m usually partnered with my Mom, who at this point in the evening is giving me the one eye). This time I was partnered with my brother and my hubby was partnered with my brother in law. Their team proceeded to hand us our asses on multiple occasions. My brother (Lord, love him) plays the same as my Mom….I think next time I’m gonna have to call ho’s before bro’s and partner up with my Sis in Law or my Sister for the win. Damn those boys and their big black bad ass chips.
I did agree to eat bear meat (NASTY), I did move a ton of
gravel, I got dirty, and I absolutely had a FABULOUS time with the best family
ever!
And a BIG BIG thank you to the BEST brother ever...who brought my own water so we could all drink me.
