dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- s'mores So me and the kid might be going camping next weekend for the first time in forever. We'll be going with The Pasta Queen*, her hubbo and the Wee Pasta Princess. Also in attendance will be PQ's brother, his lovely ladyfriend and last, but not least....The Fairy Godfathers (I have been trying to picture them without modern conveniences and can't quite wrap my brain around it). I fully expect the kid to run wild in the forest like a crazed monkey. She will hunt for tree frogs and Sasquatch, collect oddly shaped rocks and pee downhill. I am going to try to hunt down a fishing pole so I can sit quietly by the water with a good book and hope for a bite. I haven't sat around a fire toasting marshmallows and drinking liquory things in ages. I had a nightmare last night as a result of seeing a commercial for this movie. I know. I know. I'm a tired cliché. I can't help it that Eliza Dushku's boyish hips chill me to the marrow. Everyone finds her to be sex-on-a-stick and I can't get past the image of her "dancing" in Bring it On. I will probably see the movie, though. It looks like the old school scary movies that I was raised on. Ah...the sweet nostalgia of not being able the sleep for a week after seeing The Fog and not being able to be in a dark room with a lighted aquarium for years after seeing He Knows You're Alone. There are factors that might prevent me from taking this little journey, but we'll see what happens. YAY! Camping! *She knows who she is. I know she reads this and she never signs my damn guestbook. hmph.
1:11 p.m. - May 15, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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