The Weekend That Was -- Part 1

I was so looking forward to the weekend. The weather forecast was PERFECT! The first perfect weather we've had around here since last October!!! It was surely going to be the perfect weekend regardless of whatever circumstances happened.

I go the news on Thursday, JenGi and her family would not be able to accompany us on the camping trip. I'm not gonna lie. I was bummed. I had a pity party for me and her both and went on my way.

I left work early Friday to run some errands and pack for our camping trip. Hubs was suppose to have everything laid out but he didn't. (I wore my "My Husband Rocks" t-shirt anyway.) I had all of our supplies gathered and packed in less than an hour.

Then the migraine hit. I took some drugs and waited for Hubs and A-man to get home.

They arrived and we departed. By the time we arrived at the campground the migraine was allowing me to function. Our friends Hobby Horse and Cow Patty (these are cb handes we came up with years ago. In case you are wondering, mine is Peebles, as in Flintstone.) had been there for awhile and were spending some time fishing. We set up our campsite and started a fire. Before long Hobby Horse and Cow Patty were back with their DD, Munchkin.

Munchkin and A-man are about 6 weeks apart in age. They are great friends and play together like little angels. As always, they played well together, but I'm just gonna tell you right now they were little devils. They wouldn't listen to squat and we spent nearly every second of the trip trying to get through their stubborn little heads. It was exhausting.

We were enjoying a nice dinner of roasted dogs and chips. Suddenly, on an evening too beautiful for words in the middle of a state park, we hear a tornado siren going off! A-man panics! "We've all got to go to the bathroom, right now. The bathroom is always the tornado shelter. Let's go. Hurry! Hurry!" With all the tornadoes that have been in this area lately the schools have been practicing their drills daily ... see he'll listen to them, but not to me!

Well, we quickly realized the siren we heard (which did sound exactly like a tornado siren) was to let the trout fishermen in the park know that it was 8:15 p.m. and fishing hours were over. Everyone could begin fishing again at 6:30 a.m. We just hoped they had a better system to letting everyone know it was time to start!

After it was nice and dark we decide to venture down to the "store" and purchase our fishing tags for the next day. We left our campfire completely unattended. We piled 4 adults and two children in a small SUV type vehicle. No seatbelts, we were just going down the hill and around the bend. Just far enough to be too far to walk in the dark.

We made our purchases and headed back. Just as we entered the loop of road our campsite was on flashing light appeared behind us. Seriously?! We were getting pulled over inside a state park, 50 feet from our campsite.

Oh, crap, our fire! No, we could see it, everything was fine, but we were completely guilty of leaving it unattended.

It must be because the kids are not in booster seats OR buckled in!! We're such terrible parents!

Mr. Park Ranger:
"Excuse me sir, I pulled you over because, you have a headlight out.

Hubs:
"Oh, I do? (Leaning up to look over the hood) Which one is it? I really appreciate you letting me know about that." (I was in the back seat deciding this was not the time to remind him I told him that headlight was out a week and a half ago!)

Mr. Park Ranger:
I'll need to see you license and registration. I'm just gonna write you a warning this time. I'll be right back with this.

The "Barney Fife" of Park Rangers went back to his truck for awhile and came back. If he wrote a warning we didn't get a copy of it. It probably just went on our permanent State Park record.

We proceeded back to our campsite (all 50 feet). Before long we decided to call it a night. We were all tucked away in our tent, when what to our wondering eyes should appear, why flashing lights right outside our tent! Seriously, at this point all the other campers had labeled us as trouble. Hubs unzipped the door as we heard a female voice calling out, "Campground Host, is anybody here?"

She was looking for our camping registration tag that was suppose to be on the post at the edge of our campsite, it was in our vehicle instead. She was nice enough to get it out and pin it up for us.

We all slept pretty well. The air was cool, but not too much. Then it happened.

WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep, they do sound the tornado alarm when it's time to start fishing at 6:30 a.m.!!! And they let it cycle through 3 complete times. 'Cause Heaven forbid anyone miss it the first time!!!

If you want to know more about "The Weekend That Was" come back tomorrow. Trust me, it's just as eventful!