I find it most disturbing that Taters is making tater salad. Is she boiling herself while she posts? :eek: Also, I am curious as to why one would take people soap to a place that has no showers. Maybe the campground has big outdoor bath tubs! (Or is that bathtubs?)
donkey if you are truly stalking me you know what I look like in the skinny bathing suit. You also know what I look like nekkid cause well, last night…
I’m taking for “spit baths”. You know, where you heat water in a pot, dip a wash rag in, wet your pits and stuff, soap up, and rinse off. I mean, I know I’m camping and stuff, but I don’t want smelly pits.
Hey can I play?
I called my tan a biker’s tan because, for one thing, I am not a farmer. My hands are white, because I wear gloves, and my eyes are white because of my sunglasses. I kinda look like a reverse raccoon.
My parents, my brothers, and I went camping every weekend form March to November from the time I was old enough to walk until I moved out at 16. Enough said about that.
Like Ruby, I also go camping at the Holiday Inn, sometimes even the Marriott (but not the one in Aruba).
So she is gonna boil herself! :eek:
Taters I hope you have a good time. But your description of “camping” in no way matches mine. Every time I camped, if I couldn’t carry it on my back in a pack for ten miles or so, then I did without it. And we still had to leave room for the climbing gear (if we were going into that kind of area). The first night out was egg and steak night, because they wouldn’t keep any longer than that. But starting the next day was the freezed dried crap and non-perishable stuff. (Hmm, maybe that’s why I don’t do that stuff anymore. Too much of a PITA.)
My parents also seemed to think that, at the age of nine, what I wanted more than anything in the world was to spend two weeks a year sleeping on the ground.
I did everything in my sullen, sunburned, boorish, bug-bitten, difficult, dehydrated power to disabuse them of the notion that there was any enjoyment to be had on such a vacation.
And then there was the day that they up and left the Ogunquit boardwalk and went back to the campground to take naps without noticing that Princess Poutyface wasn’t with them … I spent four hours waiting right where they left me.
I got ice cream that night, dammit.
Howdy Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy welcome to the MMP where no topic is off topic and hijacking rules! If cartooniverse hands you a big odd shaped looking thing wrapped in plain brown paper, just take it and don’t ask questions. He’ll want to meet you at Waffle House to give it to ya though. Do you like giant plastic grasshoppers? You can get one of those here too.
New folks usually bring me beer and cookies. VunderBob AKA Bobbio once offered me <snerk> cockies <snerk>.
You wanna go camping? Whatcha doin’ next May? (It’s still too early to nail it down any tighter than that, but the last two TornaDopes were in May, so now it’s a tradition.) I’ll even let you pick the site. How’s that?
People, people, people… a “smackeral” is what Winnie the Pooh has when he gets a rumbley in his tumbley. Just a small smackeral of honey. It’s a Pooh Bear thing.
And while I wound up not serving the beans, I did bring some along. But no one wanted beans. And I forgot to make them for myself. Maybe I’ll have some baked beans with dinner tonight. Or not since I’ll probably forget again.
I have half socktan (or is it sock tan?) (thanks so much Swampy) and half Teva tan. (Teva-tan?) I have a white stripe that goes around my ankle, a white stripe that runs down the outside of mu foot and a white stripe that runs across my foot near at toe level. Then the rest of my foot up to my ankle is lighter than the rest of my leg. It’s pretty.
Who?
ducks and runs…
taters, I didn’t see it on your list but DON’T FORGET THE COFFEE!!! That is, if you drink coffee, at least whatever you need to have to wake up in the morning. You’re gonna need sumpin to knock the kinks outta your back even if you do have an air mattress.
I’ve got some St. Pauli Girl dark in the fridge, but I’ll have to go out for cookies. What kind you like?
I haven’t posted to the MMP in a while - so forgive me if I do something wrong.
I think we will have some camping adventures next week, but those plans aren’t 100% yet.
I feel the need to talk about food - when we were camping over the 4th of July, I saw someone make a s’more with a mini Reese’s peanut butter cup. It looked interesting. I may have to try it sometime.
misstee is back! Dear, where have you been?
Boy, we’re really attracting newbies these past couple weeks. Cool. Welcome to all new MMPers!
I posted to the old MMP when there wasn’t a new MMP yet this morning. Since then, well I’ve got nothin new.
And I certainly don’t have anything to say about camping! Outdoors? Bugs? Lack of showers?? Uh-uh!
Hanging out at Skip’s Place. I got a love poll over there!
Meaty I like chocolate chip. And oatmeal/raisin. And Oreos. And well… cookies! I like cookies! <snerk> and cockies <snerk>.
Hey misstee! Even though I see ya alla time at the other place. 'Smores with itty bitty Reese’s cups sounds good. It sounds a whole lot better than Rue’s 'Smackerals. Mackeral and melted marshmallow on graham crackers. Just EWWWWW!
Anything with a Reese’s cup in it is worthy of trying. Chocolate and peanut butter is one of my most favorite food combinations.
I can be bought or bribed with chocolate and peanut butter. Just sayin’.
Hi guys! Y’all are lucky, I had to work all weekend. (till 1:30 a.m. Sunday night, Monday morning), that’s why I’m so late to the MMP. What makes it even worse, my hubby and the girls went swimming at a friend’s apartment while I worked! That’s not even remotely fair.
Swampy, now I will never be able to write compound words without stopping to think about them. Thanks awfully!
I am ashamed to admit it, but I have a trucker’s tan, from putting my arm in the window while my hubby drives. Other than I just found out that I’m broker than I thought I was, that’s all I’ve got.
So much for the tax-free weekend, huh?
SneezyThat reminds me of the time I waited outside the junior high school for about five hours until 11:30 at night because my dad forgot to come pick me up after band practice. IIRC, it was pizza, not ice cream, that I had. 
Speaking of tax-free (or is it tax free) weekend (I know that one’s right), we had us one in Jawja this past weekend. Actually it started on Thursday and went through Sunday so it was a tax-free (tax free?) long weekend. It was for clothing, school supplies, computer stuff and such. I bought some pens, some pencils, some composition notebooks, some markers, three pairs of scissors, and three each of color and black and white ink jet cartridges for my printer. I didn’t buy any clothes. Not even shirts! Can you imagine! I didn’t buy shirts! ACBG was flabbergasted! He said: “You didn’t buy any shirts at all! How is that possible!” I told him he could go buy me some but he didn’t. The cheapskate!