"Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda..."

"...Here I am at - Camp Grenada!"

Ok, so it was Camp Taylor.  Columbia NJ.  Home of Deputy Bob Saggit.

Did we forget anything??

I wanna live on Wishing Well Road...

Ain't no looking back now!

Ribs.  It's what's for dinner.

High-speed light + low-speed shutter = awesome

And yes - Chris is attempting to draw a penis. not a cactus.


Must be viewed as a series - oh our Hunters and Gatherers... (And Eric's nice catch off to the side...)

Eating good - dessert and all

 

Where's Honey-Boo-Boo and Sugar Bear? We gots us a shootin' range!

It was just a pellet gun.  Which, as I read on our way OUT of camp, was still NOT ALLOWED on camp grounds.

Oh well.  Bob Saggit never knew.

Tomorrow, Wolf Pack of Three to follow...  Yes, three - NOT ONE. And they're the three best friends that ANYONE CAN HAVE!

Already Nostalgic...

So I basically plugged my memory card into the computer once again, and realized that I forgot I took more pictures this past weekend... and that so much more happened then just pretending to be famous and publishing free PSA's...

I somehow forgot that Seaside Heights decided to transport crabbers to some Floridian resort, to be found right at their local bay fishing grounds...
Another little surprise was this swan, who people claim is a local and that they see him frequently, but i'm convinced he comes with the palm trees and destination-resort-vibe...

 yes, I've decided it's a him.  Girls don't fight my dog:

Florida can't last forever... so we packed up and headed home, with a few parting shots...
And after having the dog both on the pier and on the beach, we noticed something:

Back from the Beach...

Loooong weekend down the shore... I so got my tan on... in my new straw hat.  so I was all posh and people thought I was famous. Not really. But it was fun to pretend.)

 And a free PSA - if you are a FAT man with a little braid down to his butt, I WILL take a picture of you to blast on the internet..

































And another free PSA - PLEASE DO NOT ever think it's ok to have your BACHELORETTE PARTY at Spicy's on the boardwalk in Seaside Heights.

Yes.  I am a Ninja-Photo-Taker.  Just be sure to silence your shutter sound...


Also. I love coming home Sunday to a dishwasher STILL FULL of clean dishes after being run on Wednesday night, hence a sink still full of dirty dishes.

 Can someone tell me WHAT exactly my husband did Thursday thru Saturday morning?! (Besides party like it's 1999 with Adam and his Bachelor party - one in an appropriate place, Atlantic City!)

Grown men cried and went and fell asleep in strange parking lots... and I can only speak for Eric, but he looked pretty green when they got home yesterday - one sure sign of a good time!

Back to hot yoga tomorrow after work - I've promised myself!
And camping this weekend with Adam, Jenn, Chris & Vanessa - got my s'mores and sleeping bag ready!

08.22.2012 - Randomized Blather

True blog-entry style - utter and complete stream of conscious & thoughts:

 If I could go back...
...to sophomore year of college and the long-distance relationship I was in that created a mountain of credit card debt, flying to and from each other, and shopping and wreckless spending every college student falls victim to - I'd tell myself, "Save the money!! He's NOT The One!!"

 If I could go back...
...to Easter of this year when, while visiting family in Texas, I let my mom convince me to chop off my hair. I only sit now and look at pictures of long-haired-Kate with what can only be described as Nostalgia... lol

If I could go back...
...to 9th grade, I would tell myself, you DO NOT look good! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!

If I could go back…
…to 2 months ago, I would tell myself to keep going to the gym, don’t stop! Cuz then right now, I’d be reaping aall the benefits…

08.14.2012 - ...And then there was Texas

It's all bigger, and HOTTER, in Texas!!

Last Wednesday, Eric and I did the usual pre-vacation shpeal - basically staying up late entertaining Adam and Jenn who were watching Rocco for us, and staying up even later to get packed the night before our flight. So after about 3 hours of sleep and at the ASS CRACK of dawn - literally: 3am - we got up and got ready to head to the airport.
We dropped the car, shuttled to the airport, and blearily loaded up on Dunkin Donuts for breakfast and caffeine, and WHAT a wise decision on the caffeine:  We landed in Texas and went straight out for margaritas - frozen and salted yummy-ness - before we even dropped our suitcases at the house!

And when we DID get to the house, we barely had time to throw on our swimsuits and head out to the pool for some good-natured *AHEM CUT THROAT* volleyball...

Nothing screams summer more than sweating plastic martini glasses!

And while HOME-home was a cool mid-seventies, home-away-from-home was rarely below 100 degrees after 11am...

We delved into summer memories...

..."the ORIGINAL ice cream maker was a HAND CRANKED maker! We had to take turns because your arms would get so tired!"

(... the price you pay for your dad helping with the motorized ice cream maker...)






An era with homemade ice cream on your front stoop in summer, with hoop skirts and being pinned by your highschool sweetheart at homecoming, with drive-in movie dates and Bobby Darin on the car radio - I didn't want to leave!

An era that instilled marriage as a holy and lifelong union and commitment. If you're wondering what 31 years of  marriage looks like:








(The second time EVER he has taken off his wedding band.)

(The first time was when he jammed his middle finger - the one all swollen and bent, never properly healed.)

((Stubborness and doctor-avoidance : another remainder of past eras.))


(((ok I'm done with parentheses.)))













We rounded out the trip with multiple volleyball games carried way into the night:

And a cavern exploration - did you KNOW that Texas used to be underwater?!

08.14.2012 - First there was a birthday...

I know, I know - it's been almost a week... I'll take a slap on the wrist like a big girl...

And it's only a quick prelude-post until I can get home and sort through aaaalll the pictures (although who knows when that may happen - this is just the MAIL that built up since Thursday!!)

But Eric and I had a fabulous time with family while we continued my birthday celebrations.  And we ended the trip with FirstClass travel (!) and are, honestly, glad to see our mid-70's weather back home!

(please don't fret, and please hang tight - there'll be so much more tonight!)

08.08.2012 - Another Year, Forever Young!

Usually, the older you get the smaller your birthday celebrations are. I think it should be, the older you get - the BIGGER the celebration!

 So begins my birthday week!

Sunday night, Eric had all of our friends and family over for a Birthday BBQ which was a major success, despite the weather's efforts to rain on my parade...

Yesterday, on my actual birthday, Eric made me a seriously fluffy pancake breakfast, complete with fabulous lovey-dovey card.

I was relieved to finally get home to wine and berries later that night after a looong day at work - yes I had to work on my birthday, serious tragedy and yet just a #firstworldproblem...

And even though I'm SERIOUSLY slacking on the whole be-active-and-be-a-beach-body part of my recent checklist, I DID NOT forget about the slinky-dress-night-on-the-town part!!!

Dinner.......








Drinks......




and one Daring Dress.