To Do: Write Postcards

{picture by me, I know, I total first. this is seriously my messy night stand and I apologize from taking such a quick lame photo.}

So, I grew up with a group of crazy Mormon boys in my small town in Arizona. 

1 - One is married and has a beautiful wife and baby.

{you can see more here}

2 - One moved to Phoenix or something. {I randomly ran into him at a party in college but thats really the last time I heard from him.}

3 - One got into drugs or something and fell of the face of the earth. 

4 - One is on his Mission. 

5 - One is at Marine boot camp. 

Point is, I am closer to boys One, Four, and Five. 

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Since Four and Five are away and can't use their phones/email I get to write them cards. 

I went to a cute local/neighborhood store 

               {Groovy DC}

to pick up some postcards to send to my boys. 

I soon realized that the cards that one would send to a guy on his Mission are NOT the same cards that you would send to a guy in boot camp. 

#4's cards are all of DC and the monuments. Pretty nice things. 

#5's cards are mostly titty cards. pin-up girls and such. 

:)

ps- The Dude reminds me of these boys. thats why I sorta like him. :)

To Do: Be Thankful

Today I am thankful for the Gays. 

What does a relationship need to put a little spark back into it? A gay guy to fantasize about The Dude. 

Here is what happened:

A local guy (we will call him Be Gay Al) asked a friend of mine for the name of that Marine that looks like Josh Hartnett. He said that he had the biggest crush on him and wanted to know his name. So my friend asks me for The Dude's first name (since the other Marine/friend only knew his last name - its a Marine/Military thing)

Anyhow my friend tells me about it (and Big Gay Al trys to add The Dude as a friend on Facebook). The only time I met Big Gay Al was when I looked like a total Roseanne. So he was shocked to hear that this grubby girl was dating his fantasy. It made me happy (since I know I don't always look that grubby.)

So thanks Big Gay Al, you made me like The Dude so much more. 

In fact, I woke up early today and made The Dude fresh blueberry pancakes and bacon so that I could bring him breakfast in bed. Thankfully he woke up right before I brought it into him... since I had just burnt the bacon and it set off every fire alarm in my house. Awesome. 

To Do: Camping

Here is the deal. No picture today. I don't feel like searching for one. I just feel like bitching. 

Also, "The Boy" will now be referred to as "The Dude" that makes me laugh more. :)

Okay... now we can get started on the blogging. 

If you have read my blog at all this week, then you know that I am craving an outdoor adventure. 

Well, I roped {or maybe he roped me} into a fun weekend camping trip. I just wanted something easy and I wanted to go check out Harper's Ferry. 

Issue 1: The Dude agrees to go camping with me. And so he asks, "What type of camping gear are you bringing to the table?" My answer, "My Jeep." Then he proceeds to explain to me that it is called "c-a-m-p-i-n-g" not "CAR-ing" so my Jeep will not be suitable for a tent. 

Issue 2: I wanted to pack like 4 granola bars and some water in my bag and then grab some grub at the local restaurants. Then I was asked "When was the last time you went camping. That is not camping."

Issue 3: Now The Dude wants to bring along another Marine and his girlfriend. (Okay, this isn't really an issue but I think it does add to the problem.)

Issue 4: I am not allowed to bring along my cool mountain bike. :( I believe the term was "unnecessary gear."

Issue 5: I am supposed to round up a camping stove, a skillet, a big camping pan, my own sleeping bag and a sleeping mat. This was brought to my attention at 3pm today. Awesome, right. 

Issue 6: I also need to read The Dude's mind to figure what kind of "man-meals" he wants to consume during this trip. 

Oh, boy... I am just so frickin' excited about my easy-going-fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-camping-getaway now!! 

:) Woo hoo.