I Hope You Shart

Posted on June 16, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

What a weekend.

I don’t even know where to start because all the stories and jokes would be lost on here because you had to be there to hear them. Yes it was one of those weekends. One in which all the jokes will be told for years to come and unless you were there you will never understand just how funny they are. Inside jokes for the 8 of us.

The kicker of the whole weekend was that we had a boat. Yes, a boat. And you know we sang that song about being on a boat about 5 million times. So much so that I never want to hear that song again.

It was while sitting on the boat in the hot sun in the middle of the lake that a thought came to me. No matter how much crap I might have to face in my life – the cancer, the stresses, the frustrations – I have a pretty friggin sweet life. There I was, in one of the most beautiful settings in the world, with the people I care about the most, with not a care in the world. After what I have been through these past few months it was absolutely perfect.

We made meals that looked like they came straight out of an Italian kitchen. BBQ’d Flank Steak, Baked Potatoes, Caesar Salad, BBQ’d Corn. It was all so amazing. I know how to organize good food for a camping trip. Marlee even made home-made hash browns, eggs, & bacon for breakfast and Mike made Egg McMuffins. We lived like Kings.

Pat was on fire the whole weekend. OMG I don’t know where he came up with half of the stuff he did. We just pissed ourselves laughing for hours.

Dario even made is past 12am one night. 3:38 to be exact. We were shocked

Ryan and Mike showed off their killer Wake-boarding skills and Elise drank half a bottle of wine and woke up with Fish Eye. Haha. Fish Eye.

Maybe if we plan it right, for our next camping trip, Marlee can get all of us hunting hats with LED lights.

And that was just the first night…

Sunday Morning Wakeup Call

Posted on June 14, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

Whats even funnier is that AC DC was playing in the background but you can’t hear it. So, Pat just looks like he’s crazy.

Don’t worry. There is much more to come.

And Off We Go

Posted on June 12, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

I came to work early this morning so that I could leave early tonight so that I could run home and have a shower and clean up so that I could be ready for Elise and Ryan to pick me up at 5. I wish I just didn’t have to be at work today and could head up there with everyone else.

I totally had a stress attack last night while trying to prepare food, pack, organize the bathroom, wash & fold laundry, organize iTunes, and make it to bed by ten. So much stuff to remember and organize. I was loosing it a little.

The boys left this morning to set up camp and the girls are going tonight because we all have jobs we need to go to on Fridays. There is something unnerving about sending a bunch of boys with all of our camping gear into the woods to set up camp. I mean, what if they forget stuff? Will they know how to feng shui a tent? What if they make the kitchen area too small? What if they just sit there and get drunk and forget to set up the tent!? So many things to worry about. Marlee and I are commiserating this morning.

I also don’t know how safe I feel camping with Mr. Ciavarro considering all his camping trips usually end with him totally wasted, falling down cliffs, landing with his head in a bowl of puke. It really does sound like SO much fun!

The last time I went to this camp ground it was my Grade 12 Grad Weekend. A bunch of us booked some sites and we all got up early (the day after our Grad dinner dance) to go there. My boyfriends parents dropped us off and we started to unpack. Then the camp ranger came by and searched all of our gear for booze (as we were only 18). Low and behold he found some in one of my friends cars and kicked us all out of the camp site. Even the boyfriend and I who didn’t have any booze on us. We had only been there for 2 hours and had no ride back. Needless to say I was fuming pissed. It took forever to try and get a hold of a parent to come get us, and in the mean time all we could do was sit there with our gear. We couldn’t cook or relax or anything. And then my car (which was parked at home) got broken into and I had my stereo and Cd’s stolen. Worst weekend of my life. Ugh. Anyways, I have bad memories of this place. It also makes me want to go back in time and punch certain people in the face. I’m so violent.

I just hope everything goes well this weekend.

I wish I had a blackberry so I could twitter how many time Chad Dutch Ovens the tent.

I Must Wash The Floors

Posted on June 11, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

So Alicia has gone off to England – bitch, and I have trimmed my bangs – even though I said I wouldn’t.

Chad made pasta sauce last night which took up a lot of time. 3 hours to be exact.

Marlee and I went to Costco. Dario and my Mom came as well. I only spent 34 bucks. That must be some sort of record.

I had an ‘Emanuela Moment’ (my mom) when I was packing the car full of camping gear. How stupid is it that we have to pack a car full of essentials to live only to drive an hour and unpack it all – live – and then re pack it all and come home? Yes, I have turned into my mother. I loved camping as a kid, the difference now is that I am an adult and instead of thinking about all the fun it’s going to be I am thinking about how I am going to organize dinner, and if I have brought all the right stuff, and all the laundry I am going to have to do when we get back, and how the floor is dirty at home, and how there is way too much effort put into camping. Chad’s mentality is grab a sleeping bag, a tent, some booze, and some meat and off you go. But I can’t think like that. I have to meticulously organize everything, which takes the fun out of it. I blame myself.

I am going to buy sushi and soy sauce for lunch. The soy sauce will be used in a marinade I am making tonight for some flank steaks we are having tomorrow night. I can NOT wait to stuff myself. I guess the good thing about camping is that ‘health food’ doesn’t apply and it’s your one chance to be huge pigs.

I am going to bring my favorite childhood book – Ramona Forever – and read it all over again. I found 4 of the books in the series at the parentals last night. I must now collect them all.

I desperately need a hair cut.

And a pedicure.