Confessions Of A Campfiresmokaholic

There is nothing in the world too darned much better than...
-Crawling into a sleeping bag while smelling like campfire and bug spray
-Eating s'mores til you have a beard made out of melted marshmallow strings on your chin
-Having nothing to do but keep the fire going and pick the dirt out from under your finger nails
-Roasting every candy in sight because you can
-Not giving a living crap that you haven't showered in days, smell like b.o. and have worn the same dirty jeans for too long because nobody else gives a crap either
-Falling asleep to the sound of rustling critters and crickets
-Waking up in a tent
-.....everything about camping basically

So guess why I am ranting so much?! Because Marshall and I went on our very FIRST camping trip together last weekend, and it was sort of amazing. Kinda ironic that it took us so long to do it together since it's one of our favorite things to do. And this is the best part. These cute little deer in the picture were our camp-mates!

These little guys were so nosy! We kinda freaked out about them at first, and took about a thousand pictures...until after a few hours we realized they weren't going anywhere so they just kinda became part of the scenery. Basically we had the most perfect time. All except for when a crow landed in a tree branch above our tent early in the morning. I woke up and said the exact words, "that would suck if it pooped on our tent"...then WAM or...SQUIRT. Talk about Jinxed. But we had an amazing hike, hung out at the lake, swam, and CHILLED OUT. Ate way to much junk, and didn't worry about much. We didn't even have cell phone reception, so even if Marshall WANTED to deal with his managing responsibilities...well...he couldn't! DARN! ;)

Anyways, i just wanted to say, camping changed my life this summer. You need to go. Even if you think you hate it. Try again. It can really be amazing. Promise!

I'm FUN-employed...and my husband is a salesman.

Guess I'll send my venting out into cyber space because I am SOOOO BORED. It's bad this time guys. If you have a spouse looking into being a door-to-door salesman, talk to me first. I'll tell you that the money is great, we love not having to work during the school year...but the summers? Ohhh the summers, they are basically trashed. The sad thing is, Marshall and I live two completely separate lives. He is so busy from Mon-Sat (9a.m.-11p.m.) and I am so cooped up and bored Mon-Sat that any down time we have he wants to sleep and enjoy the A/C I want to get out of the house!

Not too sure how people handled life without cars. Not too sure if my laptop is going to survive all the movies I force it to play for me. Not too sure if I can survive without a microwave for much longer...but I am sure of one thing, my husband has it worse. Let me tell you my latest insecurity. I TRIED doing the door to door thing with Marshall, and guess what? It's about the crappiest thing I have ever done. And I suck at it. And I chose this boring misery over it in a heartbeat. Therefore, I cannot complain much.

It's one thing to be out in the heat, have aching tired feet as you experience the humidity and massive mosquitoes of North Carolina, and it's another to have the door slammed in your face, to have people threaten you, roll their eyes and you, and snap at you door after door after door after DOOR. Ahh!! Ok, ok, so understandably the average salesman is a pest. I used to hang up my phone in mid-sentence and shut the door when I realize who they are too...but guess what? Their job SUCKS! They're chasing after the American dream in the worst kind of way. Give em' a break.

Just remember the next time you ruin a salesman's day, they are going home to a wife that has waited all day for them to come home successful. I'm not saying you gotta spend a DIME on a salesman, but for Pete's sake, be nice! You only have to talk to them nicely for a few minutes, they have to talk to crabby people ALL DAY. Who is it affecting more? Just saying. Being kind never ruined anyone's day.

I'm done.