dear readers, do you remember this sign in a previous post? around the same time last year, i was at KOA in niagra cooking my ass off in their shitty non-air conditioned shit hole kabins. seeing how it was the opposite of awesome last year, you could imagine my chagrin when my family wanted to do it again.
i just came back from another KOA campsite (thousand islands) however, this time i had rules since it was no longer my first rodeo.
i made sure we rented an air conditioned unit and a bonus -- we also had a bathroom with a shower in-room. the washroom was a fucking hike and a half (three minutes) but that three minute walk in the dead of night is unacceptable. besides, how could hubs walk me to the bathroom (to protect me from the campsite knife-wielding killer of course) and leave kayla in the room by herself?! well played, kathy; well played *pats self on back*.
the weekend was awesome and fun. the kids had a blast and on saturday night, more relatives drove down to join the party and what a party it was. a huge dinner (i'm pretty sure it was a 12-course meal), lots of kids running around playing, fireworks, a campsite movie, a firefly show and kayla's bedtime was basically shot (11pm!!!) but she had fun and that was the whole point.
our kabin | kayla looking around. we had a bunk bed with a double to kayla's left. washroom was in front of the bunk beds | kayla chilling out with her cousin and grandpa | family dinner
we drove up on friday and left on sunday and i'm proud to say that throughout the entire trip, i ate healthy and clean 100%. no smores, no junk food, no nothing. the only thing that a damper on the weekend was that i fucking left my burberry sunglasses at the campsite!!! imagine my horror as i'm sitting in the car - 30 minutes after we drove away - realizing my sunglasses were missing. my beautiful, expensive, make-me-look-glamorous-even-if-i-looked-like-shit sunglasses were gone. and i saw them in my mind - in the campsite washroom, sitting all alone on the toilet paper dispenser wondering where i am. oh, how my heart weeps.
whenever something shitty like this happens, i always think: why karma? WHY?!? what did i do to deserve this? i'm a good person. i don't steal. i help people all the time. why do you do me like this?! and it was then that i realized the burberry sunglass gods were angry at me for lusting after some rayban aviators the other week after i promised i would never look at another pair of sunglasses when i shelled out a fuckload of money for my burberrys. i guess they certainly gave me the finger.
so today, i was on a mission to find another pair.
sunglass hut was having a special - buy one get the other half price - so i hauled these two amazing aviators. i normally don't suit aviator styles but these are the exception. i'm still trying to decide if i need or want both of them but i might end up returning the raybans and keeping the maui jims. the unusal thing is that i normally never even look at gold-rimmed sunglasses however, the maui jims actually look really nice.
on my way back to the car, i felt something yanking my geek boner and when i went to investigate, i somehow found myself in front of the HTC One X phone. it's obvious what happened so i won't go into details. i seriously love this phone so much i want to have sex with it.
how was your weekend?
