Nature Girl

This past Memorial Day Weekend, I went camping with some friends and this guy:
Web readers: introducing my boyfriend Mike! (full names withheld to protect the innocent). So, we went to my friend Eric and Delanie's lake for the weekend. We drove out Saturday morning. For many of you, this will come as a shock, but I'm not a real nature girl. I considered packing pop tarts to 'toast' on the fire. Delanie actually drove my car down the drive to the lake and this is what it looked like: This was 'home sweet home' for two days. Delanie and Madeline are in front of the camper:

And not even the littlest ones got out of helping out around camp. Here Lilly pumps water to help prepare dinner:

So on Saturday, we hung out and braved the wind. It was 30-40mph (or if you are using the 'Amy Exaggeration Algorithm' it was 70mph). Mike fished (and caught some fish) and I took a ride in paddleboat with Delanie and Madeline that could have been perilous if not for our strong quads... what wind! It was a really nice night though and s'mores were made! And apparently my 'burn and blow' method for roasting/burning marshmallows is not widely accepted by all! Who knew?

Sunday we went into Central City to Waffles 'n More... I was most excited about the flushing toilets (yes people- this was a 'pee in the woods' situation). I rode back with Delanie and Lilly, and we took one corner and slid into this mess:

So, we had to get towed out! The best part was when Eric had to lay down in the mud under the car to attach the tow rope! What fun! Sunday was more relaxing... more sunburning err... tanning. The guys went fishing again which turned into shooting crappie from the boat.... which turned into spearing them with a pitchfork. Ah... days at the lake. We came back on Sunday afternoon and got to stop in Lincoln for a shower (because I couldn't wait to get back to Omaha for one). And I know that I will regret this next move, but you have to see what I looked like after this weekend. Please note that the following comments were made about my 'fro:

1) "I didn't know the beehive was making a comeback."

2) "We should really warn people about Medusa."

Moon Boots and the Twist

Okay, so I have decided that strange things may only happen to me AT NIGHT.

Last night I was sleeping at about 2am. It was a nice night, so I had the windows open, but my sound machine (ocean waves if you must know) was turned up high.

I was having this dream- and in my dream, a man was standing on my kitchen floor in moon boots doing the twist (so now you know exactly what it sounded like). Then I woke up and realized IT'S HAPPENING... SOMEONE IS IN MY KITCHEN IN MOON BOOTS DOING THE TWIST! My heart was beating so fast I could hardly breathe or walk, but I then realized that mercifully the sound was coming from the alley outside.

So what do I do? I go in search of the sound. I realized that someone was trying to push in one of the air conditioners to get inside one of the lower-floor apartments. So I stood on the outer edge of my balcony in order to see better down the alley and realized it was my neighbor who lived in that apartment.

So I yelled down, "Do you need to get in the building?" He said, "I'm locked out of the building AND my apartment." I said, "Good luck with that." And he tried a few more times. I'm not sure if he got in or not, but I think he got the message that he was being loud.

I was so scared it took me almost an hour before I could fall asleep. My heart was beating so fast it was vaulting me off the bed.

And my most frightening thought before I drifted off to weird dreamland?

I sure hope I didn't let that bat back in when I went out on the balcony!!!

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I am so sorry for my lack of posting lately. I promise to post something new soon. I am still alive, and new post is pending...