Thursday, June 27, 2013

Memorial Memories

Alright Ms. Lange, here is your new update!
 
These pictures are from our camping trip Memorial Weekend. This was one of the  nicer days we had all weekend.  Apparently, we have a damn close by (anyone else having the lines from that Chevy Chase movie go through their head?).  We are at Lake Alder which isn't terribly far from where our home is.  So our drive time for this years trip was about an hour less.  My vote for next year is to go over the mountain.  For a lot of reasons this was not my fave trip and I'd rather just not come/go back.  I'm good if I never see this place again.
 
Here are the boys that I had with me, we were waiting for the rest of the families to get there. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
With the Grandparents here.  This picture is an accurate portrait of all of us...pretty funny really at that moment.  Some days not so funny.
 
 
This was our palace, and what a palace of 1 room and many sleeping bags and dirty socks it was!  I won't knock it too much, my FIL did awesome helping me and we really did stay much dryer than I anticipated.  However, I am not a blue-tarp camping camper.  It was insanely cold at nights and with the rain and wetness it just added to, well the un-fun.  And people when I'm cold...well I'm cold and I'm cranky and unhappy, DUH!
 Here are Grandpa Lee and Lee cooking breakfast for everyone.  Grandpa Lee is making jam filled Dutch pancakes (please don't ask me to spell OR say the word for that out loud).  They were delish and Lee was cooking eggs for Grandpa.  Again what this shows is people have more patience with my children in a kitchen/cooking setting than I do.  WHAT is wrong with me!?!
 I asked them to look up, the looks crack me up.  Do either one of them look awake and they both have the same puffy eye...related???

We are out on the dock now, fishing.  Well not really fishing as untangling lines and hollering at kids to knock it off.  Constantly casting and reeling and not really fishing...although I'm told this is what fishing looks like.  I'm not a fisher I think...would drive me crazy.  And I might add too that fishing is not for me and if I see another tangled line it will be too soon.  This is why there are dads around (now I know moms out there really rock this area, its just not me), again another place Frank has the patience I wish I had . 
 
Eli (gotta love the Kool-Aid lips)
 Waiting for dad to bait the lines for them.
 This was Mighty's first time camping and he did really, really well! Which I'm very happy about because I had my doubts.  But he was with Charlie 99% of the time and hardly barked...well no more than any of the other dogs out there.  I did pull out my squirt bottle and he was not impressed with me.  Kept looking at me like "what did I do!?! I'm just cute and you go and do that??"  He really just liked going everywhere but he was so embarrassing to take anywhere.  The dog sounds like he has doggie asthma or Darth Vader with some serious allergy issues or something!  But darn it he's CUTE!!! (and he's mine no matter what Eli will tell you!!!)
 Eli getting some help from dad.
 And Dru...this kid was going to send me to an early grave while fishing!  He was the one that would cast his line and then immediately reel it up and cast again...and again...and again...THEN have the audacity to say to his dad, why hasn't he caught any fish???  Really son?? Really?  Oi!


All in all the kids had fun and loved it there...all in all I'd rather not go there and spend my time somewhere else.  It did get better when my husband got there but it just wasn't really fun and didn't trip my trigger.  But I'm glad we all branched out and tried a new place because it's always fun to try new, let's just not commit to this place for the next 5-10 years...please!

4 comments:

  1. thanks for the update :)

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  2. I am not over fond of camping, but when in Rome... but do NOT make me camp in the rain! GROSS! I love the dogs!

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    1. Yeah the dogs cooperate about as well as all those boys did! NOT!

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