Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Follow Up: Poop Soup

Poop Soup.

Gross right? Try living in it.

Country Thunder lived up to its name. Our first night there it thundered. It lightninged. It rained. For 12 straight hours:


After the rain, all of the nice little dirt roads between the rows of campsites quickly turned to deep, thick, squishy mud paths. As the temperature quickly rose to extreme heat, the mud turned to poop soup. It turns out the field we were camping in was previously a cornfield. A cornfield filled with manure. We spent four days in this poopfest and it smelled delightful.


Every day we made our trek from our campsite to the concert area and back. We took off our shoes, journeyed through the ankle deep sludge and crossed our fingers that we weren't amongst the many to wind up face first in the dungtastic mess. The rain continued every single night, so it never had a chance to dry up. Though yes, it was gross, it was also hilarious. At times the mud was very skating rink-like. We saw many drunk people flopping around in it like fish out of water. Considering neither Leslie nor I have the grace of ballerinas, I'm quite proud neither of us fell.

The great news is the mud did not diminish our spirits. The music was amazing and we had a great trip. I've been to many different places with Leslie and I am happy we can add this to our list of adventures together.

If you're wondering about the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - yes, they did play Fishing in the Dark. So no need to worry about throwing crap. In fact, the only worry was showering since that is exactly what we smelled like.





Favourite of the Day: Fireflies. In Wisconsin there were fireflies everywhere and I loved it. I feel like they are a little bit magical.



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Saturday, July 16, 2011

'Baby Get Ready'

Remember two years ago when I wrote about Fishing in the Dark?

Guess who I'm going to see this week????? That's right. And if the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band doesn't play that song I'm going to riot and throw crap at them. Not literal crap. But you know, stuff. Okay probably not. I'll probably politely walk away and come back home and whine about it. That's more my style.

While I'm there, I'm also going to check out this line up:

  • Darius Rucker
  • Martina McBride
  • Sara Evans
  • Josh Turner
  • Rascall Flatts
  • Lady Antebellum
  • Zac Brown Band
  • Steel Magnolia
  • Sawyer Brown
And a few others......

Try to contain your jealousy....(or mockery if you don't like country). Cross your fingers I don't sweat to my own death in this heat wave. Sunscreen and water packed and ready.

Summer Vacation officially starts now. I'm off to Wisconsin for Country Thunder. Pictures to follow!!



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Favourite of the Day: Tonight my mother made me laugh when she walked by the TV when "The Night Garden" was on and said "I think those people are on acid".

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Bananas are dreamy.

Banana is my favourite flavour of anything. If it has bananas in it - I love it. I have this banana lotion from Bath and Body Works and when I use it, I want to lick myself. But I don't - relax. Cause that's weird. But the point is - I want to. That is how much I love banana things.

One time I went to Laura Secord and saw that one of their ice cream flavours was 'Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich'. I probably stood there completely stunned for a few seconds. As you may predict - I love peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Bananas? Good. Peanut Butter? Good. Put them together? Perfection. Add ice cream? Oh my. It did not disappoint. It was vanilla ice cream with chunks of banana, swirls of peanut butter and those little graham chunks that you find in NY Cherry Cheesecake. (You know what I'm talking about). It was the best ice cream I've ever had in my entire life.

Over time I periodically went back to see if they had it again. They did not. Finally one day I asked the woman working if they would have it again anytime soon. She told me it didn't exist. That they have never had it. EVER. What?

I can only conclude my ice cream bliss was a dream. A very vivid- I-can't-even-tell-it's-not-real dream. Which is absurd. Absurd that I'm inventing ice cream and absurd that I can't even tell it is fake.

My dreams makes me angry. I want an 'off' switch for my brain - so I didn't spend my nights chasing things, being stressed out, losing my clothes, forgetting my dance routine at my recital, water skiing with Cindy Crawford or sitting at the Oscars with Sylvester Stallone - whom I co-starred with yet who forgot who I was when I introduced him to my family. Yes, these are all real dreams I have had. In comparison, maybe inventing ice cream isn't that weird - but it still set me up for a huge disappointment.

I just googled "Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich" ice cream just to be sure it's not real. No dice.

Maybe I can bring this to Dragons' Den. If my dreams make me rich I won't be angry anymore.



Favourite of the Day: Woke up this morning and walked down to the beach to dip my toes in the lake before driving back to town.