Scout Camp v. 2010

I got mail yesterday. The real kind. Not a bill, not a credit card offer, not something that looked personalized but really wasn't. No, this was an honest-to-goodness hand-addressed envelope with a real stamp and everything. I recognized the chicken scratch immediately.

 

 

Yes, my Turkey has chicken scratch! :-)

Rain

Finally! After a long dry spell we finally have rain. I have been listening to thunderstorms this afternoon and evening from the coziness of the couch and loving it. The rolling thunder, the pitter-patter-pitter of rain on the roof, water running through the gutters and giving the plants a much-needed long drink. Ah. It makes me not want to do anything.

Nothing.

So I steam cleaned the carpets. 

The definition of filth

Webster's defines filth as 1. (a) foul or dirty matter, (b) disgusting garbage or refuse; 2. A dirty or corrupt condition; foulness; 3. Something, such as language or printed matter, considered obscene, prurient, or immoral. All good. The first subset -- that would be 1(a) -- is particularly appropriate, but I would like to propose an amendment to dear Webster's. An addition, as it were.

4. A boy scout after summer camp.

Just be thankful blogger hasn't enabled smell-o-vision yet! Peee-yew!

Tangier Island pictures

As promised, here are all the photos from the trip to Tangier Island. If you want to make the photos bigger just click on the slideshow and you'll be redirected to Picasa. Once there click on the arrows at the top of the picture to scroll through the slides and, voila! Enjoy!

More birthday fun

It is now July 5th and I am very thankful for the 3-day weekend. Yesterday's festivities were the icing on the birthday cake and I am in need of a day to recuperate before a going back to work. I am plum tuckered out, to quote the southern saying.

A handful of us gathered on campus last night for a tailgate, birthday party, and fireworks viewing. The food was yummy, birthday cake sweet, company divine, and the fireworks extraordinary. It was a perfect 4th. Glow sticks and all. 

Happy birthday!

Birthday!

Today is the country's birthday (Happy birthday, USA!) but yesterday was all mine. Well, mine and a few thousand other people who claim July 3rd as their birthday. I don't know what all those other peeps did to mark their annual birthday milestone but I was fortunate enough to have an grand adventure. The full story will have to wait a day or two because I'm in between parties and have a "to do" list as long as my son's legs, but read on for the highlights.

Tangier Island was destination #1. There are only two ways to get there: boat or plane. We took the plane. The airstrip takes up 1/3 of the island with the other thirds being residential and boat docks. I'll get you a map of Tangier soon but here are a few shots taken yesterday:

That's the island in a quick nutshell. Here's a shot of our mode of transportation and pilot, and proof that I was IN the plane: 

After a few hours of fun exploring Tangier we headed west to Williamsburg. Here's what it looks like from the air:

We landed, refueled, chatted with the airport staff and then took off towards home. A little over an hour later we tied the plane down, filled out the logs, checked in with the family, and headed out for dinner. Then to a local fireworks show. It was a fabulous birthday!

The festivities continue today at the annual fireworks tailgate on campus. I'm so looking forward to seeing a bunch of friends and celebrate both the country's birthday and mine. Again.

Happy Fourth of July, my peeps! I hope you all have a fun-filled celebration. Don't forget the sunscreen and be safe. :-)

Moose pants

Brand new shorts, meet stains. Stains, meet shorts.

Not just any stain, mind you. We're talking top o' the line oil-based paint. Oh yeah, baby. Brown paint on green shorts. It looks lovely. (NOT!)

I noticed the stains while doing the Turkey's laundry earlier this week. When he was questioned about the origin of said stains the reply was, "oh, that's from the moose."

Did he just say "moose?" Was he at a petting zoo? Was there a moose at camp? Were the kids playing an old Rocky & Bulwinkle game? Is that moose droppings or just plain moose? Did he really mean "mousse?" How the heck was my kid tangling with a moose?

My questions were answered when I dropped him off at camp again.

Remember this elegant dining hall? While they could have had MOUSSE here he was really referring to the MOOSE.

See it?

Here. Here's the close-up:

Ah. Hi, Mr. Moose! That's my Turkey's handiwork (says the proud mom). 

Or would that be shortstainediwork and broke-from-buying-new-shorts mom?