If I'm as bored as this with the whole fucking stupid baby stupid fucking thing, I can only imagine how anyone who reads this is. I'm really going to try keeping that shit to a minimum until there's something interesting to say, like for instance if I were to actually, you know, GET PREGNANT. Fuck.
Work is just stupid too, so no talking about that either.
We were making more jokes about forming a compound/bunker the other day (because we're hysterical like that) and then I remembered something. We'd both be terrible in a place like that. Not only does he start to break out in the cold sweats if he doesn't have his daily dose of Fox News or the equivalent, but I get pretty grumpy away from the interwebs after a short time. Embarrassing but true. And that's only really a small part of it.
My parents bought an RV when I was nine and we spent many fun summers traveling around the country and also spending a couple of whole summers in New York. My parents always joked about how us kids didn't know from "roughing it" and that if we were ever forced to camp in an actual tent, we'd be horrified. Well, they weren't entirely right, but fairly close. We spent a fun weekend tent camping in the North Carolina mountains one beautiful Fall and I also spent three wet days in a tent at the Woodstock reunion in 1994 that ranks up there in the top five vacations of my life. But I will say I can only handle a tent if the weather is nice and chilly. The one time we tried camping in North Florida one Memorial Day weekend is a nightmare I've been mostly successful at blocking out completely. The heat. The bugs. The skin sticking together -(Zexy)- Hell no; you can HAVE that shit.
I like TV too. There, I said it. Our motorhome had a little black & white antenna'd thing that was mostly a pain in the ass and we rarely used it. But it made us feel good just knowing it was there.
Then this one Summer, my parents sent us to stay with our hippie aunt and uncle for a few weeks. I laugh now knowing it was actually only two weeks or so when it seemed like a lifetime then. These people lived in a commune-ish place in WAAAY upstate New York, like close to Canada, and they lived pretty much isolated from civilization on top of a mountain or some shit. My aunt's house wasn't, but their next door neighbors had one of those built-into-the-ground houses, which we thought was cool as hell at the time because we could walk on the "roof," which was actually just part of the "yard." Those people had a little blond hippie kid who they encouraged to call them by their first names - I wonder what kind of an addict he is today.
What we weren't fond of was the fact my aunt's house had no electricity or running water (by choice - hippies, remember) so that while we sort of enjoyed being hosed off outside for our showers, we did NOT enjoy the sun going down at 9:00 and them not allowing us to use the Coleman lanterns too much for fear of wasting the oil. Dude, if I can't read at night, even back in the day, I start to get panicky and weird. And since bedtime was strictly enforced to us all during the school year, Summer vacation was NOT when I wanted to go to bed at 9:00, damn it.
And do not EVER try to pass carob off as chocolate to me, ever, ever again. Same goes for rice cakes as a substitute for bread, bagels, English muffins or what have you. Admittedly Sister and I did have a fun time there, especially amongst ourselves, mostly by making fun of everyone around us and also amusing ourselves for hours every day singing Eddie Rabbit while swinging endlessly on the miraculously provided swing set. I actually don't recall ever really being bored while we were there, which is really crazy. They took us to a couple of really cool concerts-in-the-park things and also to see Raiders of the Lost Ark, which scared the living shit out of us on the big screen, and I am G-D OLD.
Fond memories of the Summer of '81. But I really do greatly enjoy lights and reading at night and water and my dvr, I really do.
Happy Cinco de Mayo - have a big fat Margarita for me, ya hear?