I've noticed the new backgrounds and layouts that Blogger started offering awhile back, but I held out.
I was in a funk so I decided to change things up a little. I had the blog deleted for a spell yesterday, but brought it back.
The boys are going to go camping. Turns out the group is up there. M should have ignored the Closed signs and gone further up the trail.
I have many suggestions for the way the trip should have been planned and how everyone or small groups should have met at a certain time and at a certain place before heading up, etc. What do I know?! And, beyond you me to even suggest something like this because it's rarely well received.
They're still going camping, but by themselves somewhere closer.
I drove to the airport without incident. I did fine. You probably all knew that and were thinking that I should stop being such an idiot. C is on her way.
S and I drove back and went to McDonald's for breakfast. I had my Vanilla Iced Coffee that I have to start every morning with--yes, I'm addicted. She's partial to the new smoothies. We had pancakes.
We stopped back by the house to determine M's plans. Please go camping. Please go camping.... YES!
S has been wanting to check out the Quackers, a rubber duckie store, for forever. I wanted to stop by the Thrift store. We walked from our house into downtown Englewood--very easy and only about 10 minutes. Nothin' knocked our socks off. We also stopped by this store that sells Native American and Western goods like jewelry and animal skins. We didn't go into the survivalist store--I've had thoughts of moving to a compound in Idaho or Montana to get away from it all--no, seriously I have, but I wasn't even tempted to buy a 50 gallon water jug today. We were headed home before I remembered the bakery on one of the side streets. We popped in. It's specializes in Peruvian treats. I got a Beef Empanada for later--always wanted to try one of those.
It was a day to things I've always wanted to do, but always find excuses, etc not to. That's something I guess.
4 hours ago
Sounds fun! I dream of living on a family compound. Kinda like a cult!
ReplyDeletethat is one of the worst ideas i have ever heard - unless it's with a bunch of free-thinking, intelligent, kind Amazonian-type women who quilt ... and read romance novels ... and eat cookie dough ... without getting fat...
ReplyDeletei hope that you and S have a wonderful weekend doing girl stuff - woo hoo!!!