DH used to make up foil packs, and build the campfire on top of them. Doubled heavyweight foil, a layer of onion, a layer of carrot slices, two-three hamburgers' worth of ground beef spread evenly over the slices, and a layer of potato slices over the ground meat, salt, pepper, herbs to taste
Hobo dinners! (That's what we called them when I was forced to camp.)
Today we have a belated family birthday party (since I was on vacation for my birthday, and my mom's birthday is 3 days before mine, so there wasn't really time to celebrate hers, either).
Being busy is keeping me from getting totally mired in gloom, doom, and self-hatred, but its also not giving me enough time to just flip out like a mammal, weep copiously, and get it out of my system.
And there is NO WAY IN HELL my family needs to know about my newly truncated hours and extra-special shame. So I think I might just drink a lot of beer and show them vacation pictures with long boring commentary designed to make them kick me out.
ION, I finally got The Boy to start reading the current iteration of Blue Beetle, which makes me very happy, as it's currently my favorite comic out there. He's reading the first TPB and laughing, so I think he likes it.
Wait. I was so busy yesterday with watching the parade and blowing stuff up that I missed the news -- did Jesse Helms seriously die ON INDEPENDENCE DAY?!?
I knew God had a sense of humor; I just didn't know what a sick sense of humor it was. That's OUTSTANDING.
Well, I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but...
Well, I expect Jesse found him laughing...
Good grief. Apparently I just slept for almost 11 hours, and I am still gronkly. WTF, body?
Although I did have some weirdass dreams. Including one where I showed up late at the dancing, and everyone was pissed because they weren't playing dancing music except every third song or so, and the GILF was really really drunk and laying down on the floor, but continuing to talk to people. From the floor. That was an oddly amusing dream.
Hello! That was you! Must be like hearing your voice on a tape recorder, you go "That can't be me, I don't sound like that".
Heh. No, definitely was not me. She was mocking me and telling me it was no wonder he was leaving me--we'd been together almost three years, and he was bored. EVIL woman.
I like the Economist's American politics blog on Jesse Helms: [link]
Best paragraph:
When Bill Clinton nominated an openly homosexual woman as assistant secretary at the Department of Housing and Urban Development in 1993, Mr Helms recoiled. "I'm not going to put a lesbian in a position like that," he said. "If you want to call me a bigot, fine." He was a bigot.
Hobo dinners! (That's what we called them when I was forced to camp.)
We make them in the oven at one of the group homes - much loved food there.
I have teh best inlaws. Who are babysitting till 8 am tomorrow. We have a room downtown and dinner reservation and teh oops gotta go
so our room wasn't ready and teh hotel comped us drinks and now we are at a Cuban restaurant with more drinks but I dont think were going to make it downtown for the boys II men concert
