Goin on a Glamping trip!!!!

Yet another crazy week, there didn’t seem to be enough hours in the day … how clich√© ūüėÄ ūüėÄ


Tonight I have been busy getting ready for a camping trip!

All the girls in the family are going, with just a couple of interruptions :D, Paul will visit on Saturday and my dear brother “Andiroo” will join us on Sunday with his three girls. ūüėÄ ūüėÄ

This will be our tent……..



But chances are it will be more like this:


See you Monday with lots of photos and memories!!

Have a wonderful Weekend!

‚ČąLaugh loudly, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly‚Čą

My somewhat Wordless Wednesday


I know I know it supposed to be wordless buuut…..this is my Dad, my sister and I.

I know Cute right ? ūüėÄ


Memories and Melancholy

This is extremely funny and quite frankly eerie, my friend and fellow blogger¬†Polysyllabic Profundities¬†posted a story today called “A Flood of memories from a single smell” , I had been working¬†on mine¬†¬†and was just doing the final “tweaks” this morning before work and figured I’d finish it up over my lunch break today, I received an email that she had posted and there it was! I was floored!!¬†I called her at work to tell her what happened¬†and she suggested I post anyway. ¬†She and¬†I bump into each other once in a while at the gas station, grocery store but we don’t call each other everyday and discuss our blogs, thats what makes it kinda creepy, ¬†I guess the saying is true as she said “Great minds think alike” ūüôā

I spent the better part of Sunday with my family, we all met for a “picnic” at the long-term care facility which my Dad now calls home, they have a “Celebration room” that¬†families can book for¬†a couple of¬†¬†hours so that the residents and their families can get together and enjoy a meal or celebrate a birthday, anniversary or just because.¬† We’ve booked this room for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and for the big 70th birthday my parents celebrated this year.¬† Each time we all get together we have so much fun my Mum and¬†Dad usually ¬†can’t stop laughing at how my brother sister and I have never grown up we still taunt and tease each other like we did when we were younger, my Mum usually ends up saying something like..( British accent) Show some decorum girls really! and leave your brother alone!¬†¬† Pfffftttt leave my brother alone the golden boy are you kidding??

After our “picnic” we took Dad out for a walk to the park where the kids could play and we could visit.¬† My brother, sister and I were catching up, and I mentioned this feeling I’d¬†had earlier in the week, I just wanted to be a kid again and have no responsibilities , have my meals prepared and snacks and to have my mum organize my days, and just have fun and then I started¬†feeling really sad and crappy¬†, missing those¬†fun-filled¬†(clich√©) carefree¬†days.¬† My sister said it probably had to do with the cooler temperatures and rain because all of our family vacations were spent camping in tents on ground sheets in August not only cold but rainy, and it was just bringing back a memory!¬† She often feels this same way in¬†August but she also remembers which I’ve totally¬†put out of my mind,¬† swimming in the lake and getting out freezing just to put on a¬† cold wet towel!¬†¬†We always had fun even though I/we gave my parents grief constantly about camping , for years we ate outdoors¬†unprotected from the elements, rain, wind, sleet ūüôā and¬†had mosquitos dropping in pancakes, pots of beans and cereal¬†, birds flying over head leaving calling cards on your head which is good luck,¬† I learned one summer¬†,¬† good luck?? Really Mother??¬† So at my mothers request I’m taking my two youngest girls camping for 4 days so they can experience camping in August too, my mother will be there to prepare my meals, and organize my days. ūüôā Even though camping for many has changed with RV’s and fancy trailers, for¬†us we’ll be sleeping in tents on the ground again¬†during the lovely month of August!

We had a great time together on Sunday¬†as we always do, when my¬†Dad moved into his “new home” he gave my brother his car a beautiful Buick Regal, Dad always loved cars, loved to drive them, draw them, paint them and collect model cars¬†,¬† loved the antique car shows¬†, my oldest daughter just bought¬†a car a couple of months ago which¬†he hadn’t¬†seen yet and I finally bought a car last week¬†. ¬†Dad¬†was able to see¬†both vehicles on Sunday, he slowly made his way around both cars checking things out and seemed quite pleased with our purchases.¬†(Dad has parkinsonism¬†and has lost his ability to speak loudly and clearly but uses his eyes and facial expressions very very¬†well.)¬†Then my brother thought he’d show him the Buick now 10 years old, I quickly walked over and leaned against the car to hide a small patch of rust.¬† Mr. Golden Boy proceeded to show him where his two youngest daughters have artistically ¬†put Dora stickers on the driver’s door, and where my sister in- law dragged the side of the car along the mailbox turning into the driveway,¬† oh lets not forget the best part…wait foorrr iiitttt the front end had been damaged when Goldie took out a deer on his way home from work!¬† I looked at my brother and mouthed “Stop it, enough”¬†with a goofy look on my face thinking ” Golden Boy you are so lucky Dad can’t¬†say anything¬†too quickly or loudly right now!” ūüôā¬†

I often wonder what Mum and Dad are thinking about when they see us all together with our children, do they feel the same way my sister and brother and I do when the weather turns and do  they think about those lovely August camping trips with fondness or disdain? 

My family is famous for making memories and odd traditions such¬†as having Pizza and McDonald’s¬†for Christmas Dinner with my¬†Dad in the “Celebration Room”,¬†and me chasing all my¬†kids around the house like a crazy woman¬†chanting¬†“I’m¬†gunna git¬†the hot spoon” yeilding a hot wooden spoon from a pot of pasta,¬†¬†they¬†still ¬†jump and scatter when I mention those words, it’s quite amusing actually, but with that for me¬†always comes a bit of sadness¬†I think¬†for me¬†it’s just that we’re all growing older and I don’t ever want the fun to end.