Rambling Camping Thoughts

In around 4 hours we are to check into our campsite. I really have no idea what to expect. I am flip-flopping between visions of a utopian-like weekend (where we all sit around the campfire singing songs, roasting marshmallows, and enjoying a completely bug-and-snake-free environment) and visions of the weekend from the underworld (where it rains the entire time, we have tent-neighbors who are ax murderers, and I get bitten by a snake...twice). Because I can't see Kirk singing "Kum-By-Ya" in a million years, I have a feeling that our weekend is probably going to land somewhere in the middle of both my visions. I'm just hoping that it doesn't include psycho neighbors or snakes.

I've been running around like crazy today trying to get everything ready. We are such city people. Meredith, you are probably laughing at us right now. We are nothing like you rugged out-doorsey people. Well, Kirk is. I'm not. I know that I'm way-over-preparing for this trip. Oh, well.

So, I went to Wal-Mart super early this morning to get a couple of last minute things. Let me just say that Wal-Mart is great early in the morning. There is nobody there but little old ladies riding in their little scooter carts, and the shelves are all stocked. Amazing! So, at least my day started out right.

Today is Kirk's birthday, and I forgot to tell him Happy B-Day this morning. Whoops. So, I felt bad and bought him a present at the store. We had agreed that I wouldn't buy him a gift, since he just bought the batting cage and pitching machine, but I had to have him something to unwrap. So, I bought him some underwear that he needed anyway and wrapped it. Happy Birthday, Honey!! :) Such a romantic gift....Ugh...we've been married too long.

I had a load of laundry in the washer yesterday, but I forgot about it and now the clothes stink. So, I'm having to rewash those. I hate it when that happens. So, I can't really pack until those come out, because I think a lot of the clothes we need are in that load. I'm not really sure what to pack either. I think I'll just throw a bunch of stuff in the bags and hope it works for us.

I guess I should go and finish packing up. I just keep walking around the house looking at all the stuff, and then I just turn my back on it and find something else to do. But, time is getting away from me and Birthday Boy will be home soon and ready to head out.

I really can't believe I'm getting ready to do this.

I better not get bitten by a snake.