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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

I Survived....by the skin of my teeth!!

Well, I'm happy to report that I survived, with no serious injuries.  Physically.

Mentally?   I'm not so sure. 

I can say it was not as bad as I was anticipating.   I met some really wonderful women and learned quite a bit from them.   My lunch went over fabulously.   I brought ham and turkey.  Squeeze mayo and mustard.  Cheese and bread, and also some prepared salads.

Part of my duties was to bring some foil.   I was in target and found it on sale 2 for 1.   I looked, found the Reynolds Wrap, and found the box that said non-stick.  My sissy raves about the foil that is non stick.   I must say I love it too.   My cheese from my pizza slices NEVER stick to the foil in my toaster oven.  Its the best.

Well.  Who knew that Reynolds Wrap makes something other than tin foil??   I certainly didn't. I mean, I call foil Reynolds Wrap...no matter who makes it.   apparently, they also make some BS item called pan lining.   Its foil with paper on the back, that one apparently lines casserole dishes when they have no teflon.

I can't tell you the crazy looks and jokes made at my expense.   I figure that's what they get for assigning that task to the non-cook.   Luckily, another woman in our group brought some too.

I'm also the woman who jumped up screaming and hitting myself to "get the bug off", when we were sitting around the camp fire.   Um, there was no bug to be found.   It was the end of the rope wrapped around my waist that was tickling me.

I'm also the woman who started yelling, who's got the bug spray, when a HUGE spider was hanging over some of the women's heads as we sat at a pic nic table.   Um, apparently another huge no no.  Bug spray is apparently not allowed at camps.  

The bug world, however, got their revenge.   Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a major phobia with roaches.   If there is a palmetto bug around, it will gravitate to me.   ALWAYS. 

As we all were laying around in our bunk beds in our air conditioned cabins, someone noticed a palmetto bug on the ceiling.   It, of course, started heading toward me.    Where else would it head??

I jumpted and ran to the bathroom screaming, while the other ladies dealt with it.   Of course, it ran...right into my bed.   ICK!!

Long time later and after stripping my bed of its bedclothes, the roach was finally killed. 

this was at midnight.  

I got no sleep for the rest of the night.   I was too traumatized from the frickin palmetto bug.  Because as we all know....where there's one,   there's 10.  

After 2 hours sleep, we could finally wake up, eat breakfast, and head home.

Mission Accomplished.  

I am now camp-certified.   I think our first camp out will be my house, followed by some other inside venue, followed perhaps by Disney's fort wilderness, where they will pitch the tent for you, man the camp fire for you, and deliver pizza if you wish...not room service, but rather tent service.

Just my speed!! 

3 Brilliant Comment(s) from Friends:

Anonymous said...

Funny funny lady. That's all I can say. Who knew no bug spray? I think I would smuggle me some in fo sho. Never mind the hot toddy. Wait til you go primitive camping. Until then, maybe a little Troop Beverly Hills, ala Shelley Long. Have a great year. Love to all. kathie

Anonymous said...

Ugh! Disgusting roach! Why is there a rule against bug spray? I would think they would encourage people to use it or does your body naturally repel bugs after a while? Or, do you just not care after being in the wilderness for a while?

I'm glad you had a great time! I vote for Camp Wilderness next time!


Aunt Connie said...

That was some adventure. Happy you are now camp certified and looking forward to the next outing-I would definitely go for Fort Wildness. Good going.

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